Astralon gets summoned in a huge vortex of fire and darkness. The cries of the damned can be heard from within the portal. The area glows an ominous blood red, and dark, ancient magic pollutes the air. For a second, something can be seen in the vortex. Something big. Something not very good.

The shadows pull together, piecing the shape further as it manifests in this world. A hand claws its way from the depths of Hell and before long, a giant of a demonic entity stands. He leans down to get a better look. Black, sweet smoke billow out of the mouth of that menacing goat skull. The four golden eyes observe carefully. His 'voice' is distorted, yet soft and quiet. Almost an eerie whisper.

"Your blood has summoned me from the realms of Hell. Curious. What is it you dare to require of me?"