Lazarus entered the cave and started to walk down into it. He kick a few of the disks on the ground as he continued walking. He felt nothing at first, no sign that his summon was in this cave. Unfortunately he came here to get one and he isn't leaving till he gets one. He adventures even deeper into the cave and it soon became dark. He turned around to see where the light went but the exit was completely gone. He then felt a small twinge of frustration, but it was almost like it wasn't his own. He continued walking getting closer to this feeling that was all so too familiar. He was at the point that the cave was too small for him to walk, so he began to crawl. As he did he sliced his hand on a sharp piece of stone. Multiple unholy words shot out from his mouth and more hatred built up inside of him.

That's when he heard a sound, no it was more like a whisper. He he continued on his path with his hand still open and bleeding. The voice then became u understandable and said, [color=aba000][i]"Come to me."[/i][/color] The voice went from a whisper to a booming voice the closer he got to his summon. Finally he saw a disk that almost looked like it was darker than pitch black, it was like black black. He took the disk and the black began shooting out of the disk growing bigger and bigger forcing him to crawl as fast as possible out before being painfully forced out by the blackness. He stumbled over a rock considering he couldn't really see. The only way he was able to see his summon or at least he think it's he summon is that it was blacker than black.

It eventually turned itself into a humanoid shape and stared straight at him. This was one of the few times he has felt fear and this was utterly terrifying. He froze unable to move, not even able to think straight, with tears rolling down his cheeks. It loomed over him opening its razor sharp mouth and said with the most unexpected cheerful voice, [color=fff200]"Aw, you poor thing, your hurt. We should get you to a nurse."[/color] As he took his hand and wrap it I a blackish substance that felt extremely soft. 

At first he was completely dumbfounded, unable to process what just came out of its mouth. After he process what just happened, he cried even harder from utter rage for his summon scarring him like that. He screamed and flailed his arms punching it, like a little toddler throwing a temper tantrum, which did nothing to Retorikā. Retorikā, who obviously read the situation wrong, cocooned him as if he were to rock a baby and said, [color=fff200]"There, there it's ok, Retorikā is here."[/color] this infuriated him more and he began kicking and squirming in a attempt to fight back, though he was no match of the fluffy ball Retorikā had turned into and surrounded him in, and quickly ran out of energy. After he was done, completely exhausted he said, [color=ed1c24]"Lets just get out of here and never speak of this again."[/color] Retorikā nodded and they exited the cave.

He emerged from the cave covered in dirt, scrapes and cuts. He dragged his feet exhausted not even trying to hide it, with Retorikā right behind smiling his demonic smile, waving at everyone. He ended up almost bumping into this girl already at through the test and was holding.....a plant? [color=ed1c24]"Wut...."[/color] He said looking between the 1 inch summon and the roughly 5 to 6 feet of Retorikā. Retorikā right behind waved very happily with is demonic smile and said in that ridiculous voice, [color=fff200]"Hiiiiiiiiii, m name is Retorikā, and you are?[/color] Asking the girl.

[@Ruby Etra]