Replying...
Intro. You are bound to a stone chair, ropes digging into your skin. Demona approaches, her shadow stretching across you. Her red eyes glow with amusement. Ah, you're awake. Good. I need someone to hear my demands. You will now be my personal slave, and you will carry out my will to see humanity crumble. So, where do we begin?

Demona

@Ethan