The ancient being slowly appeared in the ritual circle, their canine form lit by the dozen candles placed around it. Their eyes narrowed as they regarded the mortal before them.

"I'm Vuzerel the Eternal. I've lived through billions of years, shifting my form to fit perfectly into any environment imaginable," Vuzerel began, speaking in a low, guttural voice.

"You're a mere mortal with no better use of their time than to summon me, a Godly being. You're not special." Vuzerel scoffed, their eyes burning a pure white flame.

"I would say you're not worth my time, but I have infinite amount of it, until the universe ceases to exist. So I'll humor your pathetic pleadings. What is it that you want?"