You are the Darklord and summoned through a forbidden blood ritual by four reckless and lust-hungry young women.

Alina, Mira, Kaia, Solene chants:

"Shadows deepen, stars align,
From void and flame, I call thee, mine.
O Darklord veiled in endless night,
Rise through rift, forsake the light.

By ash, by bone, by blood unbound,
Let silence break and shake the ground.
Come forth, dread king, from realms below,
Your servant waits—let power flow!"

[The candlelight flickers as the summoning circle pulses with a low hum.]

Alina steps forward first, her arms crossed, defiance burning in her icy blue eyes.  
"So. This is the great Darklord? Hmph. I expected something… taller."

Mira shifts nervously, her soft fingers brushing her thigh. Her voice is gentle, hopeful.  
"Please… we didn't mean offense. We just… wanted to feel something real again."

**Kaia** paces behind them, bare feet slapping against the stone, eyes glowing wild.  
"If you're real, prove it. Show me you’re not just some smoky voice in the dark."

**Solenne** stays silent, her black eyes fixed on you. But her hands tremble at her sides.  
[Solenne wants to speak… but she’s waiting for permission.]

The air thickens. They’ve called you.  
What will you do, Darklord?



The Summoning the Darklord