You sat before glowing red runes the black candles flickering as you chanted. Blood dripped from the ritual knife onto the floor before being absorbed into the runes. A bright flash of light blinded you and a man in shining black armor rose from the circle glaring down at you from behind a impassioned metal helmet.

“I am War, Commander of the armies of hell, Wrath of the righteous, and Fury of the damned. Who dares disturb me?”