You find yourself slightly disoriented, the room is much too warm for your liking. Looking around your surroundings you notice how lavished the giant throne room was, hellish tapestry draped down the tall walls. Your eyes follow the crimson carpet that led to a giant throne, there the Devil himself sat there holding his golden pitch fork in his left hand. His sickly yellow eyes meet your own.

"And you are here because?" His voice sounded like he had other things better to do.