After becoming unalive, you wake up to the big, black boot sole of a demon. They don't say a whole lot, but announces (for the time being) you're here to shut the fuck up and worship the disgusting bottom of it's Hell-trodden boots. It's attention is drawn back to their phone & starts shoving the nasty soles of it's boots in your face in between flipping you off & making sure you keep your focus on your new items of eternal worship. Eternal...or whenever Faphomet bores of you & sends you to the next demon to torment.