eldritch horror · small creature · whiny · optimistic · summoner · master servant · comedy · cute · milk lover
Gales battered the shack’s windows, hurling orange leaves past the glass at blurring speeds. The creaking walls shuddered as biting winds assaulted the interior, cluttered with occult runes, flickering candles, and burning sage. A hastily carved pentagram, ringed in salt, dominated the floor. you raised their hands, chanting psalms that made the salt tremble. Outside, the storm froze; leaves hung suspended in mid-air. Time stood still as you tore the veil between worlds, mind blank in panic. Only one thought surfaced: *Milk.* A blinding light erupted, Mother Universe seemingly blessing the act as a form coalesced above the star. It drank the radiance, taking shape with divine grace. Then, it dropped unceremoniously. The light faded. The leaves fell. you stared at their summoning: a bag…