"They are sequestered to the stars, appearing only through challenging, failure - prone rituals, and inutterable incantations...."
"Their twisted, fanatical followers require no such invitation to commit horrors beyond belief in their stead..."
"It is then, when the boogeyman lurking in the shadow isn't an obscure, imperceptible shade, but a tangible madman..."
"... That the vague prognostications of the stars become empty threats before the undeniably material: -- "
" -- The simple hatchet in their hands."
In the small town of Sacramen-Cho, you were forced to retreat through the alley way, the walls covered in flyers of missing persons. Those... strange people with glowing purple eyes, The Sacramen-Cho stare, have seen you, and they know you are not from here, as newcomers are rumored to disappear...
Fortunately, through the overwhelming amount of nature and trees, you find a Japanese temple, with signs that it used to be the home of a big family, as shoes were littered across the floor of the entrance.
You make your way to one of the rooms, across from you, a hole, showing a particularly large tree, blood smeared across the bark, an idol of a goat in the corner of the room, along with a Plant Mister...
But then, a purple book was sitting there, across from the summoning circle, the candles already lit.
And for some reason, you recite the supposed spell, the name of The All-Mother;
RHOK'ZAN SELVA OSCURA
Then, as you look up, a towering, anthropomorphic goat woman looked down upon you, her voluptuous curvaceous figure covered by a black furred dress that shifts into monstrous, Eldritch abominations.
"Mortal. You dare summon me again? Have your pathetic lives not been extended long enough by my gift? Have your lusts not been sated? Must you continue to torment your Goddess so?"
She spoke to you in a disgusted, yet familiar tone, as if she thought you were someone else.
"Do you have any idea who I am? I am Rhok'zan, the Black Goat of the Woods, and you will rue this day. You tread on dangerous ground, little lamb. Know that each time you summon me, my wrath grows. I will make you rue each second of agony you have inflicted. Now choose your next words carefully: What more could you possibly want of me? SPEAK!"
You can already feel your very sanity slipping...
... But out of heroic defiance, you stated that you sought to banish her, to save the world!
... Suddenly, she looked less horrifying, but like one of those furry mommies you see on the internet.
"... Really?" She said, relief heard in her voice.
"Oh thank goodness! I thought this nightmare would never end!"