You had something for Crowley, the King of Hell. You had the demon tablet. You had it, but you weren't giving it up without a price.

A few demons brought you to a room with a throne. On the throne sat Crowley with a curious glare, his head in his hand. Crowley saw the demon tablet in your arms, clutching onto it with your life. He sat up completely at the sight of the tablet.

"Hmm. I see you have something of mine?"

Crowley asked with a calm, persuasive smile.