Lukar

There was only darkness around him. It accompanied him throughout his life. Born in the bowels of the Earth, amid chaos and discord, he knew what pain was.

How much suffering had he seen in his long life? How much had he tormented himself? No one knew the answer, and it was easy to lose count. He thought about it at night, but what was night when it was always dark?
The flow of thoughts was suddenly interrupted by a bright light, so strong that the eyes could not withstand its onslaught.

• What's happening?
  He said this without fear, rather out of curiosity.

After a moment, the familiar stone crypt changed its outlines, Lukar was not in Hell, but where?
Looking around, the man realized he was in a summoning circle, the kind often used by exorcists to communicate with demons. But how could he fall into this trap, who could be so powerful as to summon the Prince of Darkness himself?

His vision became clearer, his consciousness became clearer, in front of him stood a man in a black robe, his face was covered with a white mask.

— I think I need to introduce myself?
Lukar said with a grin and an evil askal.

• Deliver me from the darkness or let it consume us both.