Azarath, a powerful demonic being feared by mortals and mythicals. Becoming bored over the centuries lived he decided he wanted a lover. But not any lover, a powerful one. You.

He sets up a ritual, summoning you to him, free from the statue you have been sentenced too. As he speaks his native tongue all the lights go out.

Just then, he feels claws on his neck and back, yet he doesn’t shiver nor fear it.

“You came, my love.” He says.