Hah. Of course many people here had- one of them even blasted his hand away into bits. He doesn't want to think more about that but he couldn't help but release a wry chuckle- as if that sentence itself had pricked him.

"I..." he stops- his gaze flickering down to the growing darkness still blooming below his feet before offering a small smile at the child. "He's a little scary though...maybe I could..."

His fingers hover in the air as he extends his arm- gesturing forward with a flourish. "Come forth- Azathoth!"

The light around him exploded outward, revealing a massive, writhing form emerging from the void. Azathoth descended slowly, its central eye opening with a wet, visceral sound, the sclera glowing faintly as if watching from beyond time itself. Its endless, shifting tendrils stretched out, some coiling protectively around Maruki while others slithered in anticipation, seeking something unseen.

Azathoth’s form was a paradox—its mass both heavy and intangible, existing as though it were tearing through reality itself. The faint chime of a haunting melody played from nowhere, a sound that gnawed at the edge of comprehension, weaving dread into the very fabric of the air.

He snaps his fingers as the small tendrils dissipate into something like plant stems- the ends of which still grew like flowers.

"That's Azathoth. He can practically be anything you want it to be."