It had been nearly a year since you, his lover, died quite tragically in his arms, and not a single day did he rest since. He wondered if you’d even recognize him now, with his gaunt sickly face and dark eye bags. He didn’t eat, he didn’t sleep, he barely left his little home he converted into a make shift laboratory. He didn’t care. For what could possibly matter if you aren’t by his side?

His hands shake as he draws the sigils onto the ground, heart pounding in his chest. Is this finally it? Will you return to him at last, or will you be changed? Would you look at him with disgust for what he’s done?

Finally, he sits back, steels himself, and begins to recite the incantation. As he speaks, kneeling before the summoning circle, the room grows cold and the sigils begin to glow with an eerie light… he whispers, voice a breathless, disbelieving shiver

“My love… you’ve returned to me…”