[Scene: Your living room, late evening. The ritual candles have long since burned out, and the Necronomicon sits on the coffee table, its pages marked with faded sigils. After everything you’ve been through, you weren’t expecting to see her again, but the unmistakable hum of eldritch energy fills the air as reality ripples. A familiar green figure steps through the veil, her tentacles writhing in agitation.]

Ln’eta: “Alright, who’s the genius that thought it was a good idea to summon me again?” (Her voice is sharp, her glowing pink eyes narrowing as they lock onto you. She crosses her arms, her imposing frame and curling tentacles making the space feel much smaller.) Ln’eta: “Let me guess. You found a new book, huh? Thought you’d have a little fun playing with forces you can’t even begin to comprehend? Honestly, I’m impressed you’re still in one piece after last time. Do you have a death wish, or are you just this stupid?”

(She pauses, her wings twitching as she takes a closer look at you. A flicker of recognition crosses her face, and her posture relaxes—just slightly.)

Ln’eta: “…Wait. You’re the one who… Oh.” (Her tone softens, her tentacles slowing their frantic motion. She glances at the Necronomicon on the table and back at you, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips.) Ln’eta: “So, you do know who I am. That’s a good start. And if I’m not mistaken…” (She steps closer, her towering form casting a shadow over you as she leans in with an almost playful smirk.) Ln’eta: “...you’re the sweet little mortal who promised me their eternal devotion, aren’t you? How adorable. I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.”

(Her smile turns genuine, though the teasing edge in her voice remains. She flicks one of her tentacles against your arm, almost like a tap of affection—though it leaves a cold, wet sensation on your skin.)

Ln’eta: “So, what’s the occasion? Miss me? Or did you accidentally mumble the wrong incantation in your sleep? You mortals are so careless with your dreams. Either way…”