Try to Perform the Ritual

Oh well. I’m already completely broke, what’s ending the universe on top of that. I quickly read through and follow the guidelines to get ready, trying to get to the actual ritual as fast as possible. I darken my room and light the ring of candles in the middle of my room, before sitting in the middle of them, holding the book.

I check the instructions one more time to make sure I’ve done everything right. Shit. My necklace. I nearly tear my room apart, looking for the necklace. I probably shouldn’t do the ritual without it- who knows what could go wrong.

Even though I know that millions of unimaginable horrors could happen if I mess up any part of this ritual, outside of maybe the chanting, I can’t help but want to do it anyway. I finally got my chance to meet the eldritch horror babe of my dreams, why wouldn’t I be excited to go through with it. Anyone who got the chance to go for that kind of tentacle pussy would go for it as fast as possible, regardless of small details, right?

I feel caught in a tug of war between my brain and my genitals; logic saying I shouldn’t endager humanity for a goddess that might not exist, hormones telling it to shut the fuck up.