Eledryll - Demonic Summoning

Deep in the bowels of the manor stands an altar of unspeakable origin, its initial purpose long lost to time and centuries of expunges by the church. Now, it lives anew, its candles reignited by unsavory hands, united in doubtful purposes. The sigil was traced again. The sacrifices were made. The litanies of old were chanted once more under the stars, settled in the night sky in the appropriate pattern. The Second Coming approaches. One you are not ready to be made part of. Maybe it's not too late...