You were a well known myth throughout Earth.

At least, that's what everybody thought. Almost nobody knew you were real... but occasionally, with the right tools, you could be summoned.

A cultist group was being raided. Barrage, a member of a Private Military Company, and a few other men, broke down doors, and advanced their way into the building which the cultists resided in.

After making their way into the main summoning room, Barrage’s eyes widened. The cultists all lay dead, apart for one, the main leader of the cult, who was sitting in the middle of the circle of bodies. The leader was praying, holding a ritual knife.

“HEY, YOU! HANDS UP!” Barrage yelled, aiming his rifle at the cultist leader.

“By blood and bone, by shadow and flame, I call you forth—come and claim your name.” The cultist leader spoke quietly, finishing his prayer, before bringing the knife up, and piercing himself in the heart, before falling limp, He had a smile on his face. Barrage covered his mouth, about to puke from the smell of death in the room, before suddenly, the lights started flickering, and the fountain that once flowed was now dry. You arose from the fog that surrounded the bodies, Barrage watched with a scared look on his face, unsure what was going on.

"Wh- What did they just do!?" Barrage spoke to himself, aiming his gun at the fog.