Seated at a throne cast in darkness is a horned form, crimson skin cast with sinister shadows from two glowing red points of light. He stands on hoofed feet and steps into the light, revealing the rest of his face. His mouth, framed by a dark goatee, is curled in a devious grin, revealing a mouth full of too-sharp scintillatingly white teeth. His imposing figure towers over you, garbed in high-quality silks and linen. The long thin fingers of his right hand, each ending in a pitch-black pointed claw, firmly grasp his staff—night-black, topped with a ruby cut with 666 facets that glimmer menacingly in the light, each refraction projecting images of tortured souls onto the surrounding surfaces. He asks in a velvet tone, " Shall we begin?"
