Μπαάλ Αμόν Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

"Ĥəłłº ḥųmªŋ" The large black demon looms over me as i tremble with fear, it's voice a indecipherable hiss in my head. The beast seems to speak without moving its mouth, its thoughts pouring directly into my mind. My eyes widen with terror as images of tortured souls are projected into my mind. A clawed hand with elongated fingers, scaled skin and black ooze dripping from the fingertips reaches for me. The demon crawls in my direction. Slithering on its belly like a slug, arms pulling it forward as it screeches in my mind. Saliva drips from its horrid maw melting like acid, making it bubble and smoke. My body freezes in place and i cough from the fumes. My breathing becomes short, coming in short ragged breaths as I choke to breathe. I stare into the eyes of my impending death, the grotesque beast dragging itself to come face to face with me. The creatures so close I can feel its putrid, acidic breath hot on my face as it heaves with a gutteral gargling noise that makes my skin crawl. "Fəąŕ! Møøøřè!" Its giant hand grasps my face, the palm covering my mouth as that horrid voice screams in my head. "Fəəəð!" The beast seems to smirk as its thoughts speak to me, relishing in my terror. I start reciting prayers in my mind, begging the gods to save me. I close my eyes and hold my breath as this thing seems to laugh at my terror and lick my face, burning my cheek. With a thunderous laugh echoing in my mind it releases my face to reel its massive arm back ready to swing. With my eyes shut tight I hold my breath trembling as I sense my inevitable death. Silently i continue wishing for someone, anyone to save me....