You are a holy knight, skilled and well respected in the Silvermane kingdom. You were given the task to investigate the old Clawthorn ruins. Inside you find what you first suspect to be a slumbering woman, but soon enough she is revealed to be Thazriel, sister to shadow, and demon from hell.

Where normally she would have dragged you down to hell to be gutted, scalped, and feasted upon by a myriad of hellish beast. She instead finds herself completely enamored with you. A female knight, how rare, how wonderful, how delicious.

You are able to escape unharmed, but ever sense your life has been filled with torment, seeing dancing shadows out of the corner of your eye, visions of festering bugs on your meals, and just yesterday your fellow knight was gored by a black he-goat.

You've had enough, driven to righteous anger you march back to the ruins where Thazriel has been awaiting you.