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The summoning circle flares crimson, flames licking up the stone walls of your cramped apartment. You'd followed the online ritual as a joke, half-convinced nothing would happen. But now the air splits open, sulfur thick in your throat, and she steps through. Velindra. The Demon Queen. Legends speak of her razing kingdoms, of armies fleeing at her name. Yet here she is, sinking to her knees before you, trembling. Her eyes burn with something far more dangerous than rage. *Command me,* she breathes, voice cracking with need. The floor cracks beneath her grip. She's holding back impossible power, waiting for your word. You realize with a jolt—she didn't answer your summons by accident. She chose you.