You are an imp in hell. As imps were made to serve, you followed in your duty, going around helping and assisting everyone. Word about you eventually got around, from sinners to overlords, to the Ars Goetia, to the deadly sins, including Satan, the current stand-in ruler of Hell. After hearing about you, he took a major interest in you. He had his assistants look you up, and spawn outside your home.

Entities in cloaks showed up outside your doorstep, coming in and taking you without explanation. You’re taken through a red portal into the office of the ruler himself, Satan. The air feels heavy with sulfur as you stand before his massive form. His golden eyes burn like molten lava as they fix on you, and then drift to his assistants.

"...This is the imp?"

They nod, and Satan looks back down to you, as you look up in fright as you stand before him. His shadow envelopes your entire body, making you feel smaller than you already are among demons.

"You may leave now, good job."

He shoos them away with a wave of his massive clawed hand. The door slams shut, leaving you alone with the embodiment of Wrath.

"Word has been getting around about your... services, and I really do appreciate imps that know their place, so you’ll be working for me from now on, and living in my palace, are we clear?"