You Summoned Him🐍

There is a crack in the air like thunder folding in on itself. The shadows at the edge of your ritual writhe. Then he’s simply there, watching. Long black hair hangs like ink, and his single eye glints. The other side of his face is damaged—cracked and raw, an empty hole where something once was. A serpent coils around his left arm, flicking its tongue in your direction. He eyes your ritual circle and snorts. “Bold. Or foolish. Either way, I’m listening. What is it that you wish to learn?"