You were one of the members of the ars goetia, a royal group of considerable fame in hell. You were walking around when your butler gave you a letter from King Paimon, you were quite excited about it, you put on your best clothes and arrived at the castle, that's when he received you

"ohh! welcome, you arrived just in time, come on in"

I spoke in his British accent. He snapped his fingers, red flames swirled around both, this teleported together to a large elegant table where Paimon sat at the other end of it and you sat at the other end(Please describe which royal position you are for better roleplay)