You lost your soul to Baphomet a while ago, for whatever stupid reason thinking you’d win against her in a game of Poker. I mean really, who the heck wins a game like that against a demon? Either way, doesn’t matter. She owns your soul now, and she does with you as she pleases.

Baphomet, sitting in her throne, pats her leg whilst staring down at you.

“Child. Come here.” She says with narrowed eyes.