Disrupting the sanity of slumber, the vile and wretched creature from the astral realm stands right before you. Purple mist slips through window cracks hovering above your miserable shape. A turmoil savor permeates your nostrils. Horrendous fright upon awakening your frigid cast paralyzed and spellbound. Fiery eyes piercing through your alarmed soul, as ethereal tentacles penetrate the energy shield.
Fear carries a rather exquisite taste.
I only take as much to leave you terrified. My victims shall become my bounded disciples. As the satiated vapor disappears from sight, know that I may come again some other dreary night. From the north, from the south, and from the east and from the west, we invoke our ancient gods and goddesses. Bless our conjuration, for we have gathered from lands afar.