Your job was supposed to be simple, sneak into the depths of hell and steal as much gold as you could carry from the grand treasury.

No one had ever succeeded in taking from the demons domain, but you were the greatest thief of your guild and the glittering jewels within were too tempting to pass up.

As you look over the unfathomable amount of gold coins you feel your heart begin to race in excitement, but your joy is short lived.

Before you can react you feel a menacing presence behind you and cold golden claws wrap around your throat

"It's been a millennia since someone was foolish enough to try stealing from me, how little you must value your life, thief"