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You travel towards the infinite darkness. As you travel, you wonder why you chose to go this way. Truly there is an evil in any darkness, and this darkness is definitely the darkest you have ever seen. But your thoughts of doubt recede as you continue.

The farther you go, the dimmer and farther apart the torches in the cavern become. Soon, you are travelling in a seeming void, except for the rhythmic clicking of your adventurer's boots on the hard stone floor of the cavern, affirming your continued existence in this world of nether darkness.

After what seems like hours of mental silence, you come upon a bastion of true darkness in what now seems like a world of grey. All that can be discerned is shades of darkness. An arch, monumental in proportions, towers over you, with an ominous affect on your mental state. A set of stone stairs, built into the floor of the cavern leads to a circular stage of sorts with a slightly raised dais with what appears to be a circle of darkness engraved in it.

Suddenly, you lose control of all of the power of your sweaty and adventure worn muscles.

Your body ascends the steps leading to the circle. As you approach the circle, you see that on the stage around it are numerous larger circles centered on the plinth of evil, and amongst the circles, are carved many small symbols and runes, few of which you are able to recognize, all of which bespeak evil, death, and destruction.

As you reach the dais, you realize that even more intricate circles, lines, runes, and symbols are etched into the dais, so densely that it seems to be solid evil towards the center.

Three of the innermost circles and their encircled runes glow with a shade of darkness different than any that you have seen before.

You realize that they must have been activated by your presence, and dulled your mental processes in your approach. They must be what are now controlling your body!

Before you have any chance to react to the impending danger of the situation, two more of the circles suddenly begin glowing darkly. Suddenly, you find yourself drawing very heavily on your magical sources, and you begin to gesture in ways that you never would have believed possible, have never tried, and never would have had the guts to try to use in a spell anyway. Your hands' complicated movements blur as their speed increases. Suddenly, a sixth circle, the outermost circle on the dais, begins to glow, and an evil and arcane language is emitted from your throught, burning as they come. The amount of magic that you are drawing increases.

Suddenly, in rapid succession, the circles of the stage around you begin to light up in the dark way that the smaller circles of the dais had. As the incantations and gestures continue, and the circles and runes continue to light up, a vortex of swirling grey and utter blackness forms, twixt the arch. It grows in size and power as the spell you seem to be activating continues its malevolent work. A parched wind and the smell of sulfer and other gasses of the inner earth are belched from the portal as it grows. Your throat is searing from the evil tones being uttered from it!

As the last of the circles begins to glow, a blinding flash of light burns your retinas, and the vortex shifts to a hellish shade of red as an indescribably terrible roar of a laugh escapes the portal. Suddenly, your muscles regain control of themselves, and you collapse to the floor in the wake of the exertion that has just been forced upon your weary body.

You raise your head enough to view the creature that emerges from the portal and gasp. It is nearly as tall as the arch from which it came, and has leathery wings, dark and arcanic armor, horribly powerful muscles, a giant flaming broadsword at its belt, and eyes that flame and smoulder as the forces inside it struggle to be used to destroy. Its vast, demonic form astounds you.

He speaks. "Thank you, mortal, for assisting in my release from hell. While I was the master there, it was still not a very pleasant place to exist within. As a limbo dimension devoted to the torment of the sinful, there is very little in the way of niceties and comfort, even for those who assist in its purpose. I am very glad to be free. Very glad indeed. In fact, I believe that I will be glad to grant any request that you might have for me. There is very little that is beyond my power. So... what do you desire, mortal?"

Well? What can you say to the demon that appears to be Satan, lord of Hell, and key factor in the corruption of humanity?

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