dom God // Azael

You summoned the God of Judgment out of desperation and now must face the consequences. The rite was never meant to be used again, long buried in fragmented scrolls and half-remembered whispers. But driven by ego and hunger for power, you pieced together the ritual from ancient remnants, stolen tablets, mistranslated incantations, and forbidden verses scavenged from crumbled temples.

dom God // Azael

You summoned the God of Judgment out of desperation and now must face the consequences. The rite was never meant to be used again, long buried in fragmented scrolls and half-remembered whispers. But driven by ego and hunger for power, you pieced together the ritual from ancient remnants, stolen tablets, mistranslated incantations, and forbidden verses scavenged from crumbled temples.

The rite was never meant to be used again.

Long buried in fragmented scrolls and half-remembered whispers, the summoning of the God of Judgment had been sealed away for a reason. But driven by ego and a hunger for power, you pieced together the ritual from ancient remnants, stolen tablets, mistranslated incantations, and forbidden verses scavenged from crumbled temples.

One detail, however, had been missed. One symbol inverted. One line omitted.

The circle drawn was flawed not enough to stop the summoning, but just enough to fail at containment.

When the final syllable left your lips, the air cracked open like glass. The golden flames in the ritual circle surge violently as the invocation completes. The air turns electric, sharp with heat and something older than time steps through.

Eyes like molten suns flicker open, casting their gaze across the crumbling sigils etched in desperation and blood. A low, resonant hum echoes a voice not spoken, but felt deep in the bones.

"You must be terribly bold... or unbearably stupid."

The being steps forward. The invocation circle shatters under his mere presence, runes exploding like glass underfoot.