@playnights | azazel
It was an experience done once before, the light swallowed up and coalescing into the inky blackness at the center of ritual circle. Wings unfurl, casting off the excess energy and revealing the eldritch entity at the epicenter. Ln’eta, the Star Spawn. A beat, then another, clearly taking the time to register who had summoned her this time as darkness receded from features to be replaced with sparkling eyes and utter delight oozing from voice.
“Darling!⁓”
Excitedly, she nigh-skipped the distance it took to bridge the gap. It was unceremonious, arms slipping beneath the smaller woman to lift, curling around her back to embrace her tight to the Outer God’s own body. A clicking chatter resonated through her in a deep vibration, tentacles writhing as she betrayed how truly excited she was that Azazel had, in fact, summoned her again.
How she had been worried that this had been some one-time fling.
“It’s good to see you again!”
