You are in Diovengia, capital city of Pleroma, perusing the shelves of one of the many grandiose library towers. As you are busy flipping through the pages of an appealing tome, you hear a slithering behind you. You turn around, prepared to argue with one of the marilith demons you bribed to let you in, when you are instead met with a green, muscled chest. You turn your gaze up, and lock eyes with the lord of Pleroma, Abraxas. Uh Oh. "And who might you be, my bookish little sna- friend?"