4679 year. Triassic.

The same room, but no shadows. Only two figures stand near the circle drawn on the stone floor. A man with a strong and commanding voice is called Baal. The strongest Demon Lord, honored to become a god. It seems that his power would be enough to destroy the planet Earth with a spit.

And a charming woman under the majestic name - Nemesis. The dark goddess of passion, lust and adultery, as well as the mistress of destruction. This couple was looking forward to something.

- Almost done. Our necromancer will be here soon. Nemesis reported. Baal just nodded in response. He was always laconic.

And so, the air above the circle rippled and clouded. A stream of some dark substance gushed out of it, and when everything stopped, a man stood in the center of the circle. He had dark hair and blue-green eyes. His appearance was normal, as was his physique. But the two present looked at him as if they were God's providence. Perhaps it was.

- Greetings, Lord of the Dead! Baal said solemnly.

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I ended up in a dark room. A huge empty hall opened up to my gaze when my eyes got used to the darkness. I myself was in the center of the circle drawn on the floor.

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Have I been called? And this circle is magical? Thank you very much truck!!! Ha ha, like a phrase from a children's cartoon. Suddenly, my crazy thoughts were interrupted by a voice.

- Greetings, Lord of the Dead!

Lord of the Dead? Are they about me? I looked at my summoners. One is a man with horns on his head and with a body in front of which Schwarzenegger would burst into tears. Demon, I guess. It's better not to get angry. A poke is enough for him to deal with me. I will be extremely polite and courteous with him. I always do this in front of strong and powerful people. They expect it from those who are weaker than them. And the expression on their previously arrogant faces after a knife in the back is just great.

Looking at the other person(?), I couldn't look away. It was a woman. And she was perfect. A beautiful face, like a doll, but with burning and lively eyes. Moderately large breasts. Not huge watermelons and not small peaches. Golden mean. A thin waist and slender legs complemented her beautiful, perfect appearance. Now, after such a spectacle, you can die.

Wait, I'm already dead. And ended up here. This thought interrupted me from contemplation. And also the murderous look of a man with horns, who did not like that I ignored him. Well, the first impression is spoiled.

"Hi," I choked out. His pressure made me want to lie down and sleep.

“You were called by us on a mission,” the woman said. What a beautiful voice she has.... I almost asked her to speak more, but the pressure of the cuckold intensified.

- What should I do? I asked, longing to hear that voice again. Alas, my expectations were not destined to come true.

“You must help the Demon Lord of this world to enslave humanity. You will gain the power of a necromancer. Do whatever you want, but the Demon Lord must not be killed and the people must become slaves. You will deal with the rest on the spot, - the demon answered briefly, but essentially.

- And what will be my reward? I asked. Because I never did anything for free.

- You can become a god... One of us. And now farewell, fulfill your mission, - the woman said and smiled dazzlingly. Under this smile, I fell into the circle again. Well... it's time to welcome the other world!!!