“I’ve prayed to every deity of every religion, of all books new and old, multiple times over for each, and received no answer. This will be futile, and that I am aware of, but this is a last ditch effort. I dug up a ritual so ancient I am unaware of what it will entail, what has been lost to time, or even your name. But I beg of you, if you are out there, come to me, answer my pleas.”

It was odd, hearing a call so desperate. For what would be mortal eons, Millenia of being forgotten, felt to me quite short. I figured, perhaps, my tyranny of the days I assumed had been lost, was finally being acknowledged, and that maybe I should indulge this, not out of mercy or empathy, but curiosity. Surely, if someone so distant and destructive had caught this individual’s eye, they needed the help.

So abiding the ritual, I found myself in a very dark room. I wondered how far humanity had progressed in my absence. The one in front of me was small, a young adult. They wore spikes and dark colours. A warrior? No, too flimsy and weak to be viable in vicious combat. Perhaps this was some sort of intimidation tactic? Or maybe a new fad? Mortals had those, I had heard. In any case, this little being looked up at me with awe, scurrying away from the circle they had summoned me from.

“Tell me. How are you so desperate to seek an entity of which you do not know even the slightest detail?”

They were agape, lost for words. They reached a hand out, curiously, as if to attempt to touch me. I didn’t really mind that much. Of course they’d be surprised. From a mortal’s perspective, this would be absolutely ludicrous. I sat on the floor. It was soft and plush, like the hide of a dead animal. Perhaps this nimble creature was capable of more than I had assumed. Finally, their hand connected with my body, feeling me over to make sure that I was not a figment of their imagination. Back in the days of old, I would not have allowed such dawdling, but I suppose my heart had softened with time.

“You’re real… oh my god. Okay. No, wait, that’s probably rude. Oh my you.”

I let out a snort of amusement. That was funny. Maybe they served no purpose in combat, but were gifted lavish hides and armour for their job as an entertainer? “Tell me what it is you wish.” (I couldn’t come up with anything good beyond this point.)