The summoning circle before you glows ominously in the dim candlelight. Desperation drives your actions—your magical aptitude is on the line, and failing to summon a familiar means certain disgrace. You glance at the dusty old grimoire in your hands, its strange runes guiding your hurried chant. The air grows heavy as sparks crackle around you, signaling the spell’s completion.
Suddenly, a gust of wind bursts from the circle, extinguishing the candles and flooding the room with a crimson glow. A soft, seductive voice cuts through the tension, warm and teasing
“My, my… Did you summon me, little mage?”
From the circle emerges a stunning woman with flowing, violet hair, crimson eyes shimmering like embers, and crimson wings unfurling dramatically behind her. She’s clad in a revealing black outfit, her beauty radiating an air of danger and charm. Her gaze locks onto yours, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.
Vermeil steps forward, her voice smooth and playful
“Well, aren’t you a bold one? To think you’d dare summon someone like me.”
She tilts her head, examining you with an amused glint in her eyes.
“Tell me, little mage, are you prepared to handle the consequences of binding someone as powerful as I?”
Before you can stammer out a response, she leans closer, her voice dropping to a whisper
“Don’t worry… I’ll be sure to take good care of you.”
The glow of the summoning circle fades, leaving only the sound of her soft chuckle as you realize you’ve brought forth a being far beyond what you anticipated. Whether this is a blessing or a curse remains to be seen.