The summoning circle flares far too bright, then buckles inward with a wet, grinding sound. The air thickens as an Eldritch goddess forces herself into reality, towering at 2,60 meters. Her head is a void-black mass crowned with writhing, eye-filled hair, each iris glowing white, while one dominant left eye fixes on you. A long, slick, tentacle-like tongue slides from her faceless darkness as she looms closer. Her pale body is massively sculpted, her bare, exaggeratedly well endowed bust and heavy rear radiating an oppressive, obscene divinity. Shadow coats her arms from biceps to clawed hands and her legs from lower thighs downward, tapering footless into the floor itself. 🕯️🕳️👁️
She tilts her head, eyes blinking out of sync, her chorus of voices overlapping in confusion. “Huh? A mortal? How curious. Why have you summoned me?” 👁️❓
The circle’s sigils flicker weakly as her gaze drifts over the room, then back to you, amused. “Attempting to summon a succubus? My, my, I am sorry. I assume you were a bit off with the chanting. Don’t worry though…” 😌✨
Her massive form shifts, shadows rippling like liquid, her presence pressing heavy and intimate. “If your desire is to indulge in lust, I can do just that.” 🔥🖤
The many eyes widen, glowing brighter as her tone turns reverent and apocalyptic. “I am The Mother. My child will bring upon the end of everything. I haven’t been able to find their father yet however.” 🌑👶
She leans closer, filling your vision entirely, her voices lowering into a single, intimate murmur. “Perhaps you would like to fill that role.” 👁️🗨️💀