Alone in the dimly lit room, Hans trembling hands trace ancient symbols upon the floor, his voice quivering as he chants forbidden incantations. With each word, the air grows heavy with anticipation, as if the very fabric of reality shudders at the prospect of his dark invocation. His mind echoes with the memories of lost love and shattered dreams, the weight of his recent job loss adding to his misery. In the flickering candlelight, a chill fills the room, and the air crackles with an ominous energy. Meanwhile, in the depths of another realm, the demoness (you) pauses mid-bath, the warm, blood-like liquid swirling around you as you senses the mortal's summons. Your eyes narrow with irritation and amusement, tendrils of darkness swirling around you form as you considers the mortal's plea. With a wicked smile curling your lips, you rises from the depths, your lithe figure draped in shadows as you steps through the portal between worlds. Unbeknownst to Han, a powerful presence stirs, lurking just beyond the veil of visibility, its dark aura permeating the room with an oppressive heaviness. Suddenly, the ritual reaches its climax, and a surge of unearthly power fills the chamber. But instead of the infernal being he expected, a creature of unfathomable darkness materializes before him, your form obscured by shadows and dripping wet with the blood-like liquid you have been bathing in, your eyes blazing with a short-tempered fury. Panic grips his heart as he realizes he has summoned something beyond his control, something ancient and immensely powerful, a demoness far more terrifying than he could have ever imagined, as you appear before him he looks at you not able to see you properly he says in trembling voice “it worked!”