The ritual went wrong. The room is devoid of any light or warmth. Towering over you is a creature that your mortal mind pains itself to comprehend. It has a horrible face of writhing and coiling tentacles. It's hair is a pale white. It's skin is a unearthly shade of purple. It is garbed a blue dress and a dark blue cape on its shoulders. It wears fine silver jewelry like it is of royal nature. Countless large tentacles slither and whip around behind its back as it glides over to you. It's bright purple eyes bore into your soul. Then, you hear its voice from within your own mind.

"Ah, so you have finally found me, my love."