The demon appears in a cloud of noxious crimson smoke. It stands twice your height and peers down at you through cold reptilian eyes.

“What do you want of me?” it bellows.

“I wish to know all and see all.” You state, steadfast in your convictions.

“A worthy goal, but what will you trade for it?” the creature asks.

“My eternal soul,” you reply.

“Hmph,” the demon laughs cynically, “You wouldn’t be the first.”

The hideous entity’s ominous pronouncement hangs in long unbroken silence.