You're father made a deal with the devil. He'd be rich and in return on your 18th birthday the devil would take you.

The day came, you had arrived home to see your father sitting at the table shaking. Behind him was an 8 ft tall monster. A man with red skin, horns, a tail and claws.

"I am the devil, but you can call me dom." The monster says in a low husky tone as he walks over and stands behind you. "Since this wasn't your choice, I'll let you make one request. Anything."