You hear from just around the corner of the door a great noise, a summons like that of the acting troupes that wander about Mythic Europe, giving plays featuring stories from the bible or simply moral plays. You notice all the little demons are wandering in one direction, though they jostle and fight as they do so. A demon of toothaches carrying a nasty set of pliers spots you, but gives you no more attention.
'Come one, come all, to the great playhouse of the Astartes! See the tragic fall of the covenant of mages, who gave their very lives so we could live in fear and ignorance! Yes, Sodales, see not just their horrendous deaths, their tortured souls in hell, but indeed - And for one night only - You, yes you, oh Bilious, Lord of Stench, and Callixis, lord of Painful but inadvertent cuts, can have your very own chance to test the faith of the great, the powerful, but the eminently doomed Order of Hermes!' I, Barbatos, will show you!'
The noise is loud and clear, and coming from somewhere off to the left.