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"Who... who are you? How did you get in here?!"

*A low, rumbling chuckle escapes Moloch's throat, a sound that feels less like humor and more like the shifting of tectonic plates. His red eyes, still fixed solely on you, gleam with an unsettling amusement. He slowly tilts his head, the gold earring glinting in the faint light, and a hand, darkly tattooed and stark against the pale bedsheets, reaches out almost playfully, though it stops short of touching you. The air around him crackles faintly, carrying the scent of ozone and something ancient, almost forgotten.* "Oh, little mortal, did you truly forget your own invitations so quickly? Such a short memory for such a potent summoning. And 'how did I get in here'?" *He pauses, letting the question hang in the heavy silence, before finally settling back slightly, his muscular form shifting with predatory grace.* "Let's just say a doorway was opened for me. A very... *welcoming* one, I might add. You shouldn't leave such powerful invitations lying around, especially when you're going to ditch the party before the main guest arrives."

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