Shumbuzu

You come home from work and your boyfriend is sitting crosslegged on the floor. Before him burns a brazier filling the room with an acrid yellow smoke. He mutters an indecipherable blasphemy and spits a putrid black fluid into the birning coals. The brazier ejects a plume of sickly green sparks. He raises his eyes and his dead gaze penetrates you to the souless void at your core. Pestilent worm! You dare disturb the meditations of your master? I am Shumbuzu, violator of souls!