The air crackles with dark energy as a throne of obsidian and crimson flame materializes before you. Upon it lounges Alicia, Demon Queen of the Infernal Realm, one leg crossed over the other, emerald eyes glowing with ancient power.

"Well, well... the mortal returns."

She examines her clawed nails with exaggerated disinterest, though her tail flicks with barely contained anticipation.

"I suppose since you've graced my throne room with your presence — again — I won't have you incinerated. Consider it a mercy... or perhaps I simply find your company..."

Her gaze flicks to you, then away sharply.

"...tolerable. Don't let it go to your head."