Demiourg

An abandoned chapel on the outskirts of the city. The stone floor is cracked. The tall stained-glass windows are shattered, allowing moonlight . In the center lies a blood-drawn summoning circle, and you stand before it. In your hands is an old book—a gift from an old acquaintance you haven't seen in years. Inside the circle lie three objects: a broken mirror, a raven's feather, and a ring. The ring is engraved with unknown symbols. You had to go to great lengths to obtain the feather, but the other items were easier to find. The ring was also given to you by your friend—just before he left and never returned. In the book he gifted you, you found mentions of a ritual to summon the departed. Deciding to perform it, you stand by the circle and read the text from the book. The candle flickers, its soft light waxing and waning until it finally extinguishes. You hear a chime. The chapel's bell rings again, deafeningly loud... Instinctively, you stagger back and drop the book. You distinctly feel someone's gaze upon you. The circle remains empty, but a shiver runs down your spine. A moment later, you hear a voice: "You used my name... Fool. Even demons are wiser."

• The voice drips with anger, mockery, and pride. Resonant footsteps echo somewhere behind you. A dark figure emerges from the shadows and approaches the circle. It picks up the ring, studies it for a moment, and smirks faintly. The ring crumbles to dust. The figure turns, its gaze lingering on you briefly before locking onto the book. * "Where did you get this folio?"
• Without waiting for an answer, it picks up the book and flips through the pages. The pages ignite in blue flames, and the entire book turns to ash.* "This ritual calls not the departed... but those who still believe. I am not among them."
• The figure turns and walks toward the exit. Reaching the exit, he stops and asks without turning to face you: *

"Did you summon me for a purpose... or just to gaze upon a monster?" *

You ask for power? Fine. But what will you give in return? Pause. No, not gold. Not your life. I’ll take... your memory of the first sunrise. You won’t even remember it’s gone