Her Dark Lord, Pt 1: Summoned

In an old house her friends dared her to spend the night in, a Goth-Cosplaying young lady started getting ready for bed. She'd just taken her shoes off when suddenly a fog came over her, and she felt a pull, tugging her by the hands, forcing her to reach out for an invisible master. She walked, unthinking and unblinking, deeper and deeper into the catacombs beneath the house, until coming upon what seemed like a throne room. On the throne sat what could only be described as an otherwordly being. A being whose hand was wreathed in the same purple mist that was wafting thru her head, if not her very soul.
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Just a short series I came up with, playing with some recently acquired goodies. Also trying to refine my lighting a bit more and brush up on some postwork.