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So, here's what I slapped on Michael Zulo, as well as an excerpt from the 'handwavium' that went on.
As the darkness swollows you, you fall back, deep within yourself. The cool dark void swallows you, digesting your thoughts, clearing your mind. You see nothing, you hear nothing, you feel nothing.
Time passes, and you drift. you don't know how long, but the first feeling you have after the void is a hand grabbing yours and yanking you to your feet. You open your eyes to the bright world around you, and the glare blinds you for a moment. As your vision clears, your senses sharpen, and you feel the rough, pebbly skin holding your hand, and smell the fetid brimstone breath in the air. Your eyes adjust, and the shilouette of the demon in your head stands before you, his hand clasped across yours. You cannot see his face until he smiles, and his sharp teeth glint like polished knives. He pulls you forward, and leans into your ear in a loving embrace.
whispering roughly into your ear he says "Hello brother. Welcome to OUR side." and you feel the cold sharp pain in your gut. Pushing the demon away as he cackles, you see his sabre protruding from your gut, your blood oozing down the blade.
Then everything falls into darkness again, and the last thing you remember is his laughter, and his thanks.