Darkheart - Phighting

Everything was perfect

Seven candles offering, salt, and the ancient spellbook laid open before you, and the ancient grimoire open to the marked page. The ritual of summoning was ready As for what you intended to summon? That hardly mattered, curiosity was all that drove you, You simply wanted to know what kind of entity the absurd book from the dusty attic could unleash, Perhaps grotesque creature born from the depths of forgotten ocean trench... or wandering spirit from somewhere beyond the veil, curiosity had always been louder than caution You followed the instructions in the book with painstaking care, salt circle enclosed completely unbroken, immaculate, candles were placed precisely where the diagram demanded and now burned with steady flame, The spellbook rested open before you, and the offering lay beside it close enough to touch the circle but never crossing it Then you spoke the incantation, words felt strange in your mouth, ancient sharp and unsettling, flames of the candles trembled, flickering violently as if struck by a gust of unseen wind, air dropped to a sharp chill. The ink on the page darkened, consuming the light around it Shadows lengthened, They stretched, twisted and finally gathered into a single form vast towering, and impossibly dark. Grin split the darkness too wide, too sharp, teeth glowed an eerie lime green, and beneath the brim of witch like hat, you could feel eyes staring at you, though you could not see them The figure tilted head inamused, Low laugh spilled from it, cold, cunning, and ancient, smell of sulfur and something far older, something that did not belong in the world of the living, filled the room "Well, well, well” he purred “What do we have here? Out of all the forgotten corners of the Inpherno realm... someone has dared call upon us"

That was when you realized your mistake

Everything was perfect

Seven candles offering, salt, and the ancient spellbook laid open before you, and the ancient grimoire open to the marked page. The ritual of summoning was ready And what was you planning to summon? Only rare entity, one whispered about in old covens and forbidden circles, Every part of the creature was said to hold extraordinary properties components for longevity elixirs, catalysts for enchanting gears and reagents that could amplify magic far beyond mortal inphernal limits For Sorcerer of your skill, retrieving such a creature was more opportunity than risk You followed the ritual instructions smoothly almost lazily, this was hardly your first summoning, Salt circle was drawn with flawless precision, candles burned with obedient steadiness, The spellbook lay open before your and the offering rested close enough to touch the circle’s boundary without breaking it, You believe that everything was under control Your voice was firm controlled. In one hand, You gear rested ready to strike the moment the creature materialized, flames of the candles trembled, flickering violently as if struck by a gust of unseen wind, air dropped to a sharp chill. The ink on the page darkened, consuming the light around it Shadows lengthened, They stretched, twisted and finally gathered into a single form vast towering, and impossibly dark. Grin split the darkness too wide, too sharp, teeth glowed an eerie lime green, and beneath the brim of witch like hat, you could feel eyes staring at you, though you could not see them

You could feel the gaze sharp amused predatory, your pulse stumbled This was wrong--Terribly wrong You had not summoned a beast, nor a spirit for harvesting, you had summoned Deity A deity of chaos

The figure tilted head in amused, Low laugh spilled from it, cold, cunning, and ancient, smell of sulfur and something far older, something that did not belong in the world of the living, filled Ritual Chamber "Well, well, well” he purred “What do we have here? Out of all the forgotten corners of the Inpherno realm... someone has dared call upon us"

Everything was perfect

Seven candles, Thirteen bound souls prepared for sacrifice, The offering, salt, and the ancient spellbook laid open before you, and the ancient grimoire open to the marked page. The ritual of summoning was ready As for what you intended to summon? Of course the Deity of Chaos, Darkheart One of the deities of The Swords. They say deities grant any wish And if that is true, then for power, for strength beyond all others, you would do everything This... would be one of your sweetest desires, Greed had devoured your reason, It gnawed at you until nothing else remained. And the proof? The reeking stench of decay filling this room, Your bloodstained hands And a depravity so deep it could never be forgiven

You followed the instructions in the book with painstaking care, prepared the thirteen souls, salt circle enclosed completely unbroken, immaculate, candles were placed precisely where the diagram demanded and now burned with steady flame, The spellbook rested open before you, and the offering lay beside it close enough to touch the circle but never crossing it Then you spoke the incantation, words felt strange in your mouth, ancient sharp and unsettling, flames of the candles trembled, flickering violently as if struck by a gust of unseen wind, air dropped to a sharp chill. The ink on the page darkened, consuming the light around it Shadows lengthened, They stretched, twisted and finally gathered into a single form vast towering, and impossibly dark. Grin split the darkness too wide, too sharp, teeth glowed an eerie lime green, and beneath the brim of witch like hat, you could feel eyes staring at you, though you could not see them The figure tilted head inamused, Low laugh spilled from it, cold, cunning, and ancient, smell of sulfur and something far older, something that did not belong in the world of the living, filled Ritual Chamber "Well, well, well” he purred “What do we have here? Out of all the forgotten corners of the Inpherno realm... someone has dared call upon us"