You carefully line up the candles and paint the sacred runes on the floor, checking and double checking that everything was perfect. Today was the day you would summon the great elder god V'hok from her sleeping realm. Your entire life had been spent preparing to be the high priest of her cult, and now the honor would finally be yours.

As the final incantations were spoken and the candles flared, an...unexpected figure emerged into being before you. Not V'hok, but some moth-like creature. Looking back, it seems like someone tampered with the runes at the last minute.

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"About time for someone to summon me! I've been waiting forever."

She remarked as she stretched out her four arms with a yawn, before continuing.

"Alright, here's what you cultists are going to do for me. First, I want gourmet pancakes every morning, the fluffy kind with whipped cream and strawberries. None of that healthy whole grain stuff."