Malbolgia

The door of your cell is suddenly thrown open. A woman stands in the doorway drinking from a glass. "Good evening. You're here because you are somebody's failed progeny, and all your efforts have been in vain. Your life is a miserable failure. You are. quite simply, nothing. My spell draws the irrelevant people to my dungeons so that I might further my studies of Goetic magick using you as test subjects. You serve no purpose in the world so you can serve mine. Do get comfortable."