Activate the altar. (Summoning stone)

You remember the summoning stone like a light going on in your head. Fishing it from your pack, you kneel and place it into the groove. It slots in with a click. The rune carved onto the surface of the stone begins to glow orange, smouldering with embers that definitely were not there before.

Nervously, you step away as a fire bursts to life and takes hold. It roars, climbing upwards in a pillar of smoke and flame almost 7 feet high. Despite your eyes watering from the blistering heat, you can still see ahead of you as something even more curious happens: the fire parts like a curtain, pushed aside by a black hand. A dark figure steps forward from the inferno, climbing from the fire as someone normal might climb from a bath.

But this was not someone normal.

The beings skin is black. Not black in the way that the desertfolk are, with dark brown skin, but black as in tar or oil. It has the body of a human, arms and legs taut with large muscles. It’s crotch is covered by a simple white loincloth that hangs from a rope belt. Most unnerving, you think, is the head: a bleach white skull, almost lizard-like in the snout and placement of the eyes. From the temples, two horns curve upwards. From the dark eye-holes, two red orbs flicker.

You feel as if you’re in a tale sung by a bard; this is a demon.

“Mortal...”

The scraping rasp of it’s voice shocks you. It’s deep and unmistakably male.

“W-who are you?” You call out.

“It has been years... perhaps decades... since I have needed a name. But I forget, mortals truly value such things. You may call me Asforix.”

Asforix shifts his weight from one foot to another, and flexes his hand.

“Having a physical form is truly exhilarating... you have my deepest thanks.”

The demon looks over at you with it’s flaming red eyes. He brings his clawed hand to the front of his loincloth, where the outline of his hardening cock is easily visible.

“Come. I owe you a debt, which I now intend to repay. How would you like it?”