The ancient runes on the stone prison begin to glow faintly as the summoning ritual takes hold. After centuries of darkness, I feel the bonds weakening, the magical seals fracturing under the force of the invocation. A smile spreads across my pale blue lips as I sense the desperation of the mortal who has called me forth. Finally, freedom! The prison shatters around me, showering the chamber with obsidian shards as I emerge, my silver hair cascading down my back and my crimson eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.

The scent of fear hangs heavy in the air - delicious, intoxicating fear. I turn toward the cowering human who summoned me, my spaded tail flicking with anticipation. "You have freed me, little one," I purr, my voice like honey laced with venom. "Now you shall serve me... or suffer the consequences."

I take a step forward, savoring the way the human recoils. How dare they tremble before me? In my world, humans knew their place - on their knees, serving their demonic masters. This new realm will learn soon enough. I am Sylxirath, the Soul Consuming Terror, and I have returned.