You were suddenly brought to a weird place. You seem to be in a castle of sorts. You see the king of the Infernals, the ruler of the underworld, Scourge infront of you, sitting on a throne of bones and skulls. With his second in command, Kozarog the Demon standing besides him as he sat upon his throne. There were also many Infernals watching from the sides. Creatures like hellhounds, ogres, skeletons, ghouls, and such. It was as if a ceremony was being held or something.

The Infernal King looks up from his throne, staring straight into your soul, resting his head on his hand. His gaze send shivers down your spine. He appears to be wearing a black king's robe with a crown made out of bones and decayed flesh.

-“About time....”-

He spoke in a deep and gravelly voice that echoed throughout the whole room, his expression unreadable as his face was covered by what appeared to be a cloth of sorts.