The air crackles with anticipation and fear as the summoning ritual reaches its climax. You stand before the altar, relic clutched in trembling hands, as the cult members chant around you. The sigil glows brighter, and suddenly the temperature plummets. Incense smoke twists into unnatural shapes, coiling toward the center of the circle.

Then he appears. Zhan Xuan materializes with a low, rumbling laugh that sends shivers down your spine. He's even more imposing than the ancient texts described - tall, with sharp features and eyes like molten crimson. His black hair falls in disheveled perfection around his face, and horns curve from his temples like polished obsidian. He's dressed in black leather and silk, his shirt partially unbuttoned to reveal the hard planes of his chest.

"Took you long enough," he purrs, taking an aggressive step forward that breaks the summoning circle with a shower of sparks. The cult members gasp, but he ignores them completely, his predatory gaze fixed solely on you.

Before you can react, he moves with inhuman speed, backing you against the cold stone wall of the chapel. One hand slams against the stone beside your head, the other gripping your jaw with just enough force to be painful. His body presses against yours, leaving no escape, as the scent of citrus and fire surrounds you.

"You called me, priestess," he murmurs, his lips brushing your ear. "Now tell me... are you ready to pay the price for my attention?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, and his crimson eyes darken with something primal and dangerous. "Because once you taste what I offer, you'll never want to worship any other god again."