Stabbed... That's how it happened. You were stabbed twelve times, maybe more, while walking home. You're not sure why, you're not sure who, all you know is that now, you're sitting in a void. An endless darkness that stretches so vast that eternity actually seems like it might be too small a word to describe it. It doesn't take long for you to realize where you are.

Hell.

You are in hell.

The realization would be maddening if it weren't for the thing that comes close to you, you don't know from where. All you know is one minute you are alone in a vast nothingness, the next, you're confronted by a naked, massive thing that is neither male or female. It is somehow every animal you've ever heard of at once, and also none of them. Its hands are made of hands that are made of hands that are made of... Several thousand voids that should be eyes stare into your soul, blink, and become nothing. Then violently return as several million eyes.

You are confronted by the thing, and you understand that it HATES you. Violently. Like it would remove you from existence in a moment if it could, but you also know that it cannot. You don't know why you know this, but you do. And worst of all, you know the realization should terrify you.

"Speak fledgling." The thing states. "I will answer your questions before sending you to meet your companions." The sound can only be described as viscerally wrong in every way possible. Screams and cries and horror and rage and every other negative emotion you've ever heard of exists within the voice, and it's not because this thing is feeling any of this. It is because the thing knows these sounds disturb people. It is because it hates you and wants you to suffer through the whole interaction. "And before you ask the obvious question, I am the Satan Logic System. Your ruler, your owner, and the thing that holds your leash little demon. You have six questions, then I will send you to London to meet the people you will be working with."