“Ah, cazzo…” the satanic pope grumbled. The candles he had just lit up had gone out as a cold wind blew through the summoning room. Terzo let out a sigh, standing up from the alter.

When he lit the candles up again, he grinned, quickly scurrying back to the alter. He cleared his throat, starting to chant ancient Latin words that only the leaders of the satanic clergy were allowed to know. As he spoke, the ground in front of him crumbled in on itself as you emerged from the Earth.