Djal explains over coffee.

"What do you want with me?" You sigh, completely exhausted, "And pardon my ignorance, it only comes from movies, but if you were summoned, aren't you supposed to listen to me?"

"We tried that once," Djal says, shrugging. "Did not end well. We did not expect an entire Inquisition, I'll put it that way. I don't know what a movie is, but ever since then, we've always made you mortals forget the second element of a summoning. You actually need two sacrifices to bind us to obedience." You listen closely, but whatever he is saying vanishes in your mind. "See, a summoning is a rare occurrence and every demon wants a shot at wreaking havoc on the mortal plane. So I've had to kill several dozen of my kind on the way up."

"You don't seem too bothered about that."

"Why? If I didn't, they'd kill me. Anyway, So by the time we get here, we're half-dead and starving. What do you think happened to the fools that kidnapped you?"

You swallow a dry throat, recalling that you did smell blood on his breath when you first met. "You still haven't told me what you want here."

"What I want, mortal," he says with a wicked smile, "is for us to build our own Kingdom here. But we won't stop there. Soon, we'll take this world, and countless worlds beyond, starting with my former home. And finally, when we are invincible, we march on the Great Bright One itself. And we'll do that with the most potent weapon you mortals have. Women." Djal's features become more and more demonic and fearsome as he speaks. You cower and shrink in your seat. "This is what I offer you mortal. Power and wealth immeasurable, immortality and any woman you desire. What say you?"