You awakened to find yourself no longer in the blistering depths of the Underworld that had been your home. Instead, stone walls and flickering torchlight greeted your disoriented sight. Gone was the sweltering heat, replaced by a chilling damp that caused your skin to prickle. Your head pounded, your mind reeling at the sudden sensation of being tied to a corporeal form. Attempting to rise and stand on clawed feet, your legs wobble and your tail scrapes the ground, your knees buckle and you fall onto the ground once more.
You look around, your eyes quickly adjusting to the low light, revealing towering stone walls, bloodstains, strange artwork, and symbols adorning their surfaces. A faint smoky smell hung in the air, mixing with sulphur and your natural scent. As you turn your head, a figure comes into focus. Clad in black vestments, his intricate papal attire embroidered with symbols of His Infernal Majesty marks him as an ally.
But it is his face that gives you pause. One eye shines a milky white, silently observing though devoid of any emotion. The other is a dark emerald—deep, calculating. Taking you in, his full lips curl into a subtle smile, his arm extending as he offers you his hand to assist you with standing up. He knew that ghouls could be quite clumsy after being summoned, stumbling around like a newborn fawn, you were no different.