A strange being.

Spinning on your heel you see who is attached to the voice. Standing there in the room where you sure there was no one moments before is some kind of demonic creature to be sure. It seems male and is 6' tall with hairless skin the color of gray stone with a face out of a horror movie with very dragon or lizard like features, slits for a nose and ears, a wide toothy maw, almost beak like in structure, yet more wide, and pointed claw like hands. The figure is very thin however and wearing a rather unisex styled pants suit which lends a bit of femininity to the creature. The voice while deep is also a bit melodic, further confusing the sex of it. “Time passes differently in the nether realms, it is easy to get lost out there. Also many humans that enter find it hard to remember all that happens to them out there and can tend to connect events together into one long battle or night of intimacy and blot out the **** that took place between.”

“Are you saying...” An image flashes in your mind of being suspended in air from restraints that you don't even remember happening stops your question. “Wait, so why did he do it? And why did he kill himself if it worked, I look just like the girl in the picture on this license?” Then after staring for a second you add, “And who are you anyway?”

“Are you exactly like the picture? Look closely.” Studying the license you do notice one immediate flaw, it says on the card that you are 5'6” and 120 lbs. He seems to notice when you spot the difference and continues, “As to why, that is easy he was trying to recreate his lost girlfriend that was killed by the forces of darkness when he failed to properly bind a summoned demon. As to why he killed himself, I am sure it is because murdering people with his lovers face that were not her had driven him quite mad. You just happened to get lucky by getting lost in the other realm for as long as you did, the others weren't so lucky.”

“Others?”

“Of course, he did this very spell at least a dozen times before you and many more after.” Then he clasps his hands together, “Now if you don't mind, would you please put this on.” He holds out a thick leather collar with a leash attached, the end of which is hooked to his belt. “Then I can get you back home.”

“You are going to change me back?”

“No silly, not your former home, everyone there thinks you have been dead for 3 years, if anyone even survived the awakening that is. I am going to take you back to hell where you belong. You were there to long and I am afraid you now reek of the nether realm, the magic from there has corrupted your body, mind, and soul. Your only chance for salvation is to come with me. Now be a good little bitch and put on the collar.” He holds it out for you.