"I was trying to be sarcastic, sorry, my inflection still needs a bit of work. I was trying to make a point that a cuty like you could not possibly be scary."
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Alucards summoning started to take a hold, as from the circle a figure rose. A disembodied head, with eyes like a cold lake. Lidless. Pupilless. What at first might look like a turban was a massively inflated cranium, wrapped around the secrets of thousands of years, seven tiny horns adorning it in a circle, as if the tuirban was wrapped around a crown. The creature had neither nose nor mouth, only a forest of assorted tentacles, as if a beard was dangling from it's face. Xamanoth, bringer of forbidden knowledge and arbiter of Amazeroth, that summoners called Iribaar, the lord of dark wisdom. Few books described the functions of the tentacles. Some of them are said to be used to extract memories, others to plant false memories. Others were entirely nondescript. What Alucard was certainly not looking forward to was the one that ended in a mouth full of tiny circular teeth, not unlike a lamprey, and the one that ended in a sharp point like a feather.
The only way for Xamanoth to communicate with it's summoner was by writing on a palimpsest. Not just any old parchment would do, it would have to be a still perfectly readable page, containing valueable information. As for the ink...Alucard would have to provide it, in the way that suited Xamanoth. Blood from his throat. Nothing else would satisfy the bringer of forbidden knowledge.