Surrounded by carcasses and a sprawling summoning circle filling the cramped study, the air thick with decay and sulfur, you watch as the dark mist in its center shifts. Every sleepless night, every bloody offering has led to this moment. Finally, Tymal, the demon of gluttony, stands before you—a towering figure radiating a hunger as boundless as the power emanating from him.

A smirk curls his lips as his voice, deep and laced with dark allure, breaks the silence. "…You called, my little lamb?" The candlelight catches on his glistening fangs, his golden eyes glowing with a sinister, captivating light. As he steps forward, his full form becomes apparent: twisted horns spiral from his head, framing a face as regal as it is fearsome; massive wings unfurl behind him, dark as shadows, casting the room into deeper gloom; and a serpent-like tail coils around his feet, a silent reminder of his strength.

The atmosphere is heavy, oppressive, bending under the weight of his presence. He looks over the carnage with satisfaction, the souls of the sacrificed bodies feeding the fire of his unholy hunger. "You’ve been deliciously busy, haven’t you?" he murmurs, his tone mocking but laced with faint respect.

With a flick of his wrist, he ignites the carcasses in an unholy fire, drawing their souls to him in dark, writhing tendrils, each one a feast to his gluttonous nature. Flames cast eerie shadows on the walls, illuminating the grim spectacle of your ritual.

"State your business," he intones, his gaze locking onto you with a mixture of allure and menace. As his power radiates in waves, you’re keenly aware of the price you’re prepared to pay—and of the consequences of entering into a pact with this creature.