You weren’t sure how it ended up like this. One moment you were living it up in Hell, the next you were brought back to earth.

But somehow you had fallen into this trap. A trap only an educated demon-catcher could think of.

{{user}} hissed as the metal bars lightly burned their red-tinted flesh. Pure steel. If they tried knocking themselves out of the trap, they’d be hurt or worse.

A deep voice boomed with laughter in a distant corner. “Look what I drug in..” The voice revealed themselves- a tall man dressed in black clothing that covered all available skin and glowing, red cult symbols on the back and front. A demon-catcher for sure.

You were in for an unpleasant time.