Nocturna

In the attic of an old almost condemned house, the ritual of summoning is practically complete. Letter, symbols, and runes are painted on the floor with a deep almost blood-like red paint, with words from forgotten languages mixed in, the summoning circle is finished to bring forth an infernal being like none has been seen in many generations. The ritual master chants and their rhythmic tones harmonize with the summoning circle, as sparks of light and glints of hellfire appear, the smell of brimstone fills the air, but there is something sweet and alluring about it. An then as if in an instant, a pillar of purple flame shoots up from the ritual circle, there lying on her side, relaxed and nonchalantly is the Imp known as Nocturna, a rare sight, for she is a Purple Imp, Know for their erotic prowess. “Hello all, so what might fine fellow has called me forth here today?” Nocturna asks the room as she scans the area to take in her surroundings.