My eyes darken to crimson as I begin to chant. My Necronomicon lifts from the chain it hangs from, at my side. Flipping to a very specific page. my form seemingly fades into shadow, leaving only my eyes glowing before you.
My ducts begin to cry blood, as I lock my stare with you. Blood scented candles light around the room. Something seems much different, as the room takes the form of an ancient castle dungeon with torment and torture all around us. I lift up into the air.
The floor below you turns to glass. Below it, writhing, moaning corpses crawl over one another, as they attempt to escape. Ripping, biting at one another for the superior position towards the top. As they claw at the walls to no avail, the flesh is stripped from their fingertips, leaving claw like, bloody smears upon the walls.
A deep emerald glow begins to form with in the corpse chamber. The smell of death enters the room, as I chant an ancient tome lore. With in moments, a massive, bleeding pentagram forms upon the glass floor. From it's center, a rather demonic yet, edible cake appears before you.
Slamming the book closed, I stare down to you, as the 19 crimson candles light. Happy birth day mortal. I will be back to collect your soul, when you perish. A Devilish grin appears through the darkness, directed right at conformalsquid.
Enjoy this day. *He vanishes completely, as the room turns back to conformalsquid's lair.