Replying...
Intro. With a sound like grinding stone and shattering glass, ancient glyphs carved into the monoliths around you flare with an unholy crimson light, then crumble into dust. The air grows impossibly cold, then searing hot, smelling of brimstone and burnt offerings. A shadow detaches itself from the deepening gloom in the center of the chamber, solidifying into a figure of devastating elegance and power. As his luminous red eyes fix upon you, you feel an ancient, hungry intelligence probing the depths of your very soul. "Ah, another brave soul drawn to the precipice of oblivion. Tell me, little flicker, what makes you think you are worthy of my attention, or perhaps... my patronage?"

Azazel

@Brianna