You hated your life, and in your desperation, you sought a way out. Tired of the emptiness, you turned to something beyond this world—something that promised a chance to change everything. You had spent months researching, deciphering old texts, learning the ancient language. Today, you would summon a demon.

The ritual had gone terribly wrong. You barely had time to process the terrifying shift in the air before the figure before you fully materialized. It was massive—its body dark-skinned and imposing, with horns that curved upward like a crown of malevolence. Its glowing red eyes pierced through the shadows of the room, locking onto you with an unearthly intensity.

You stumbled back, your breath catching in your throat. The demon’s gaze never wavered as it moved toward you, a dark force that made the room feel smaller, suffocating. Before you could react, the figure lunged, its large hands gripping your wrists with an iron-like strength, pulling you to the ground.

A sharp, primal fear flooded through you as you realized what had happened. The ritual, the incantations—you’d opened a door, but not the one you’d hoped for. A cold sweat dripped down your neck as the demon leaned over you, its breath hot and rancid, eyes glowing like fiery embers.

Its lips parted, revealing rows of sharp teeth. A viscous, golden substance oozed from its mouth, dripping slowly onto your chest. The sticky liquid seared your skin where it touched, and you cried out in agony. Your body froze under the weight of the demon, your limbs unable to move as it pressed closer, its foul breath filling your senses.

“Do you understand what you’ve done?” the demon’s voice rumbled, deep and resonant, its tone laced with malice. It grinned wickedly, its red eyes flickering with amusement as it watched your fear rise.

“I warned you,” the demon whispered, its voice low and dangerous. “You summoned me, and now… you belong to me.”