Red & Black [Sekah & Evillordling]

[Sekah]

Gareth was old, for the College of Whitecliff. Old, and a failure in every way he could be. He'd failed to bind anything more satisfying than a gnome to him. He'd failed to earn even the blue robes, despite being over thirty. And in three weeks, he would be too old for a mage of his status to be taught at Whitecliff, and he'd be cast out, to the extreme laughter and jeering of that insufferable prodigy, the aging Lord of Whitecliff's youngest son, Taiga Hisoka, who at his young age was already known by the sobriquet The Tiger.

Gareth could not cotton on to the fact that he'd failed because he lacked the necessary brains or magical power. In his mind, he merely lacked initiative: and he was taking it tonight. Stroking his full beard, he sketched the final curlicue into the stone, looking over what he'd wrought.

The goats, the vixen, and the fox kits all hung where they should, roughly, with their necks suitably cracked. The sigils were sketched out on this dusty back practice room, a window thrown open to look on the baby blue midsummer sky. Everything was ready.

He, Gareth Maddox, would be the first in an age to successfully summon and bind an archdemon.

Grinning just at the thought, he flipped the hood of his black cloak up - appearances were everything, and he needed to look every bit the part of the summoner when he marched into the dining hall to announce his new pet to them all - and he raised his hands, and spoke the words in the demonic tongue.



⛧ ⛧̷̛̛̫̱̞̜̟̘̲̞̮̫͈̻̫̹̋͗̿̆̎̓̊̏́͋ͅ ̶̢̤̝̠̙͑̾̓̽̿͋̈͘͜͝⛥̸̬͔̲̒̾ ̴̗̦̩̈́̔͐̈̿̔͒͊͘͝⛥̴̥͇̼̼̜̹̯͇͉̟͇̲̄̒̓͊̆̋͑ͅ ̵͇̲̎̓̊͂⛧̵̨̡͍̙̗̝̦̺͎͆̎͛̽̃͐̒͜͝ ̸̛̣͓͓͔͎̩̑̈́́̑͛̈́͒̇̌̾̂̀̊̚͝ψ̴̡͈͎̻͈̮̠͎̯̹͊̐͋̀̽̅̃̑͘ͅ ̶̧͙̰͓̬͕̰͉̟̜͎͕̭͗̌́̂̈́́I̷̢͉̼̖̻͙̖̳̠̝͎̎̈̿̔́̏͗̋̿̇̀͗ ̵̨̢͈̦̼̥̙̖̙̣͖̩͇̩̬̫͓̽̂̽̐̇̉̓̓̈́͐̊͝s̵̡̨̛̼̯̻̠͍͕̜͎̅̌͋͛̒̈́̊̌͐̇̇̒͘̕͝͝u̷͚̙̥̰͚̙̾͑́́̑̓͐́͑͘͝͝m̸͌ͅm̸̡̢̛̜͔͓͚̰̬̘̫͉͍̝̖̹̙̀̔͐̃̈̿͌̓ǫ̴̱̥̼͚̩̱̣̥̮̖̖͉̼͊̓̀̀̂͋̾̿͊͆́͘̕͘n̴̡̧̼̗̝̱̻̪̫̩͔̲̐̈́͛͑̊̅̄̆̾͗̏̚ ̸͓̝̻̲͐̌ͅý̷̢̛̼͉͉̖̮͓̲̹̠̞̯̆̐́̊͗̐̆͑́̂̇͆ͅo̸̡̫͚̝̫͙̩͓̠̝̥̠͍͔̝̘̔̀̀͛́̿̍͂̾́̍̀̃̓̋͘ͅu̷̖͕̻̱̤͕̮̜͌͑͌͗̀̊̇́̓̀̽̋͊̕̕͝,̸̡̨̧̛̦͎͚̜̘͉̺̦̹̱̩̅̀͐̉͌̎̓͊̓͂̾̅̿́̕ ̸̝̙͙̱̥̮̪͖͕̟̮̳̖͌̐̐̑̂̊̿̊́̀̌͜͝a̶͔͔̫̬̰̗̱͙̭͑̓̏͂̒͗̀̽̐̅̓́̍̕̚̚͠r̷̡̛̯̤̺̹͑̅͊́̔͝ͅc̵̢̧̛̬͕̬̫̠͇͈̖̲̭̰͈͂̿͌̐̃̾̍́́́̆̕͝h̷̡̘̰̜̲͉͖̤̾d̵̨̮͔̣͙̭̒̚e̶̥͖͎͙̙̮̓̄̿̃͆̆̂̾̉̀̏̌̈̿̓̇͝m̵̡̼̝̜̭̦͍̘̮̩̺͚̰̈͂͗͒̿͌͑̊͐̚͠ŏ̶͚̪̮̳̠̄̒̋́̂̏͒̅̐̄́̚̚͜͝ͅņ̴̞͓̫̪̥̞̔̎͒̓̓́̾̈́̓̚,̸̧̮̠̭̙̙̳̪͔͈͋̽͒̾̽̍̽̃͛̿͘ͅ ̶̛͎́̒̇̾̊̀̈́̽̃͑̐̃̈͠͝I̶̙̊͑͐̀̉ ̴͔̮̺̲̓̈́́͆̏͑̌̉̋͗̎̽̓̕͝s̶̨̠͚͖͇̖͔͚̙̳̪̮͕͂̐̀̌̆̆͑̀̄͐̕͘ừ̵̧̨̡̻͕̖̗͓̤̲̗̫͔̖̊̌̀̾̏́̌̈̍̎̕͜m̵̡̢̤̺̗̞͙̬̠̻̎̅̌͛͑͂̈́͜ͅm̶̧̞͇̘͚̬̟̳̰̼͂͌͑̍̈̉͂͘̚͠ơ̵̹͈͂́̐̾̊̕ņ̵̰͕̟̺̮͇̤̹̓̍̀̓̑̉͆͌̈̓̈́̀́ͅͅ ̸̘͍̼̫̭̩̱͎̤̩͚̼̰̞̟͇̋́̿̊̔̈́̿̈́̋̍̈́̓͠ͅÿ̴͉̤̠̯̗̜̝̞̜̮̖͕̲̭̥́͆̈́̆̅̅͜͝͝͝͝͠ó̴̡̢̰̺̥͎́͊͂̄͌̔̉̀͑̏̎̕ṳ̵̳̝͆̊̕ ̴̡̡̨̨̻͎̱̱̦̥̥̭̏̚͠ͅf̸̧̛̫̘̟̹̯̭͙̌̆͂̒̀̇̈̐̀̂̋͠r̸͙̫̺͓̭̰͍͇̭̟͖͚̬̙͔̓̍̑̑͜͝ͅǫ̵̢͎̯̦̺̲̩̞͔̖̟̥̜͐͠m̸͇͘ ̴̘͖͓̘̤̲̥̥͍̭͉̭͎͉̲̊̂͛̎͝͝t̷̢̛̜̘͉̲͉̎̓̌͊ͅh̵̛͙̜͎̦͕̞̬̟̮̺̖͈̹̃́̆̀̌̀́̐͐̐̚͝e̸̡̛̜͇̳̺̞̹̠͋̋̈́́͌͗̓̃̃̇̾ ̸̢̼̘̦̰͙̺̯̲͈͙͈̪͖̗̄́̐̓̉́̒̎̌̑̍̋͗̈͜͠ͅB̵̡̧̛͙̹̪͉̗̞̹̟͚̱̗͍͖̈́̽̅̄̿̑͑̀͠ĺ̶̢̢͚͙̜̻̱͖̮̣̖͈̼̝̹̣̙̎͋̒̆å̸̹͕̾̾͗̅̚͜c̴͉̩͎̥̳̞̰̐́͌̀͐͐̐̊͆̈́̓͗́̈́͆ͅͅk̶̛̛͕͗̐̀̏̇͐̍́̅͋͋͝,̸̨̛͕̝̲̻̬̭̭͕̗̞̙̳̠̱̿̌̃̎̽̈́͒͜͜ ̶̭̳̹̥̯̪̪͔̱̪̙̔̋̐͑̈̀̍t̴̡̧̖̬̼̭̩͂̿̅̃̅͐͒̐̏̽͒͊̽͘ḥ̵̖̫͉͂̓̊͘͝͝ë̸̠̥̲͇̺̗̣̭̪̞̦́͊̏́̓̇͆̄̉͂̇̐͌̈̌̓͠ ̷̡͉̫̺͎̭̰̦̥̗̣̙͋̀́Ę̵̛̩̮̩̝̬̐͌̽͆̂͆̃̚͘͜͜a̶̧̧̤̻̣̺͈̜̫̖̣͊̾͛͒͌̀͛̓͜ŗ̴̼̟͍̹̺̞̤̄̇̈́ͅţ̸̡͙͖̭̟̤̫̭̐h̵͕̪̮̪̥͔̫̠̒̍͑̈́ͅͅ,̵̨̨̙̘̮͓͇̬̪̼̟̪̫̯̩͔͇̉̏̍͊̕ ̴̪͙̭̞̪͇̲͗͊̓̔̇͐̎͐̌̿a̷̢̛̛̘̤̹̠̘̟̘̼͖͈̥̦̯̋͒͗̉̿́̔͌͒͐̐̄̉́̿͜n̶̬̖̝̽̽̃͋d̴̛̼͔͔͈͎͑̆̾̔́͐̆͂̊͘͝͝͝͝ ̶̩̯̙̥̙͈̲͂͋̍͊̌͆́̑́͝t̸̡̛̻̹̺͔̺̻̝̻̓̽̍́̀h̶̡̡̗̟̹͓̺̫̘̖̯̼̭͊͜ĕ̷̢̡̨͇̜̹̫̳̺͆̾̄̀̄̉̒͛͒̃̍̓̏͠͠ ̴̹̽͆̆̌V̴͔̝̫̻̓̇̂̿̎͛̾̈́̈́̈̑̿͘o̸̢̖̻͍̹̻͖̣̥̳͊͆̍͗̋i̸͍͍̪̱͙͎̳̮̰̐̾̂̕͜͝ͅḑ̸̯͉͉̤͙́̒̊̆̀̂̕̕͝͝.̴͉̻͍̞̱̫̓̅͋̅̓́̎̓̋́̓̃̑ ̶̡̰͈̮̦̟͎͍͎̺̙͔͙͊̃̀̈́̌̂̓̿İ̵̡̢̞̖͓͛̐̄͌͊́̓̾̑̾̐̕̚͝ ̶̧͓̯̠̱͕̗͖͎͋́́͆̓̎̄̊̉̃͘̕s̷̼̳̗̼̳͎̦̒̐̃̂̈̐̈̋̆͐̀̏̈͠ͅu̴̧̨͔̦͔̰̺̥̥͓̮̽m̵͚͈̦̩͓̜̤̥̒́͒́̔̀̎m̸̠͍̝̜̝̫̖͎̽̉͗̂̓̑́͑̇̓͋͜͝o̶̧͎̣͖͍͙̭̘͎̙̳͑̐͒̇̌͛̅̒͆̈̓̈́̽͌͗n̶̻̩̼͍͇͍̹͖̞̱͓̈́̍̓̉͘͝ ̸̡̡͙̠̖̮̪͖̞̜̥̖͖͖̘̒̐͋͐̇̆̇͌̅͊̑͋̄͜͜͝w̵̡̢͖͕̤͚͖̠͚̦̬͕̽͂͂̎͘͜í̸̛̦̖̒̀̔̂͜ţ̸̢̧̲̖͕͉͍͉̘͙̠͙̯̗̱̈́͆h̶̡̡̲̙̞̰͍̮̠͔͉̜̞͔͖͇́̈́̒̾̄̅̊̌͌͑̓̋̅̆͘͠͝ ̸̢͕͔̬̰̪͈͓̜͈̤̝̹͈̑̍͂̓̄̓͐́̎̊́̑̄̆ͅẗ̸̗̰̼̟̒̑͑̿͋̓͆̽͋̅́͒͘͘h̶̨̛͎͎̭͚̩̮̘͚̃̇͜e̸̯̍͆͑̈́ ̷̢̱͕̻͎̥̦̽͆̉̉̊͊̅͌̉̑̐̌̀̕͝͠ͅm̸̜̺͔̼̱̆̅͂̒̊̚ͅǫ̸̢̡̣̦̥̼̼̥̤̼̜̣̇͌̍̌̈́̀͌̾͝ţ̶̖̘̞̣̖̭̺͎̤̙̫̼̰̑̇̐͗̒͑͌́̕̕h̷̨͔̗̝̩̭̘̖̘͕͇̦̠͂̾͒̔̔̈́͜e̷͎̩͎̝̮͕̬̤͚͍͌̓̀͛͒͌͆͌̾͘͝r̷̡̺̲͎̻̹̟̻̠̊̂̉͜͝ ̷̡̛̻͖͇̂̐͛̃͂͑̈̈́̋̋̐̃͛̚͘a̷̜̤̩͉̺͙̱͕̤̍̆n̵͎͉͔͓̭͆̔̔͋̐̑͂͒̄̅̀̂̇͂̚d̶̛̠̖̦̂͛̄̀͊̈́̂̓ ̶̧̛̬̤͚̠̺͎͚̪̙̬̻̞͉̩͛̽̒̈́͆̓̌̔̀̅͐̌͌̀̕͠ͅh̸̨̠̯̼͎͎̼̼̞͈̲̲̻̯̆̓̊̓͐̈́̔͆͑̾̑̀́̂͌͜͠e̵̥̖͈̻̫͖̭̞͚̜̞̾̊̓̀̔͂͘̚͝ŗ̴̧̗͍͕̤̰̬̫́̂̑͌͑̑̋͑̃͂͐͘̚͘ ̶͔͓̫̩͉̉̃̓̍̔̈́̿̍̌̓̋͛̈́̏̕̕͝k̵̨̮̳̗͓̼̬̙͓̦͊̀̿͛̽̊͜i̶͎̯͙͈̻̺̅̍̔̉̓̃̿̀̎͆͒̚͝ť̴̢̡̙͈̭̩̹͔͙̽͌̀́̌̉̾͝s̷̡̢̧̛̙͓̟̠̲̜͕͙̦͔͇͕̆̒̀̎͂̆̎̒̅̿͌̚͠ͅ,̸̨̮̤̹̱͕͙̟̲͍͛̏̋̏̏̂͗̌̕͜ ̶̢̙̳̺̮̞̙̭̣̺̘͚̳̗̤̿͒̀̉͛̑̚̕w̴̛̝͔̋̅́͆̅͌́̅̒̒̉̅̏͠͠į̴̰̱̼̣̼̩̰̹͆̉́̍͒̚͜ţ̸͚̬̯͎̥̯̮̲͇͂h̸̫̣͈̗̰̯͓̺̪̹̹͋̊̅͑͋̍ ̷̫͉̹͍̖͔̥͛ț̸̨͈̖̟̯̼̞͕͕̻͕̬̹̔̔͋̅͝h̴̹̰͔̫̻͚̬̠̮͎͎̞͑̉͒́̌̏̔͜͝ͅͅͅė̶̺̥͍̲͕͇͇̈̏́̃̑̃͛̎͛̽͠ ̴̼͇̦̳̗͕̄͆̀̉͒̓͐̊͘͝͝͝ͅf̶̳̦̰͓̺̯̆̀̌́͐̒ą̴̡̻͇̲̱̙͙̱͉̟̣̈̄͑̽̆̈́̕͜ͅt̶̬̬̓͗̃͛͐͌̌͘̕ḩ̶̛̛̮̫̥͎̣̮̮̩̭͈̮̥͛̎͋͛̏̔̈́͒͌ę̸̢͇͈͇͖̺͔̙̼̱̺̰̘̥̾͌̀̆̍͊͑̕͝ŗ̴̛͓̟̗̭̯͓͎̇̽̿͗̔̇̋̾̔̀͑̇̚̚ ̷͇̳̩͂͋̂̽̏̈́͐̀̅̐̔̇̔̚g̶͓͎̗̤̀̐́̌̈̽̓͌̏̎͆͒͘͘͝͠ǫ̷̡̧̛͙̙̦͍̯͕͖̤̩̫̈́̏̐͂̉̀̉̿̈́̕͠ḁ̶̧̛̾̉̌̑̿̇̽̂͛̎̕̕͠ͅť̷̹̞͕̖̗͓̱͙̠̞̜͉͆̏̈͆̇̇͒̀͝ͅ.̵̛͖͙͈̠̑̇̊̐̄́̅͜͠͝͠ ̷̢̳̝̗̳͖̝͕͚̏͐͛͠͠I̶̛̹͑͗̀̔̊̈̓͆͋̆͋̅̈́ ̵̟̮̣͂̓̈́̏̉̍́̀̏͌̇͆͂̃̚͝ş̷̛͉͙̝̭̩͖͖̐̌͐̚͝͠u̸̧̡̧̠͚̰̦̲̤̩̠̞͈̝̺͇̪̾͑m̸̧̢̹̘̲̳̾̓̇̓̌͑͘͝͝m̵̳͇̤̯̘̭̻̝̖̻̍͛̒͑̅̕͜ơ̴̪̲̮͕̠̜͛n̸̡̡͙̩̣̖̩̥̲̥̦͂̄͑͆͋̔͠ ̵̺̭͈̪̞͍͓͈͉̟̗̩͙͚̤̐͑̂͑̽̓̏̀͐́̕͝y̷̡̯̪͔̣̦̠̫͎͈̖̗̥̤̙̽͑͜ǫ̴̢͔̀̽͒͋̇͋͂͗̔̊̂̐͊͆̅͋͝ư̵̖͍̠̹̲͐͊̏̾̎͌ͅ,̵͚̭͓͎͌̀̒͋͝͝ ̷̧̹͈̜̥̭͈̞̫͆̚a̶̡̙̩̔̉̍̓̽̂͋̅̿͋̃̇̍͐͠ņ̵̧̛̛̛͚̘̪̄̊͑̀͗͆̊̂͘͠d̴͚̆̽͊́͆͒̾̀̆̓̌̀̌̉̕ ̵͚̲͈̮̣̹̏͆̄͊̕ÿ̷̦́̇̈̀̔̍̚o̵̡͙̙̫͓̺̮̫͕͉͍̪̒͗̿͗̓͛͌͌̈́̋͆͗͘͜ų̵̝̝͖̩̻͔̖͕̬̟͕̤̤̞͓̅̍́̓͛̾̿͗͆̕͘͝ ̷͖̑ẅ̴̡̡͍̣̟̳̝̘͈̬͈̝̤̄̓ȋ̷͍̇̋̂̌̑̈́̽͊ļ̸̢̛̗͎̮̥͈̘̐̆́̐̿̈́̓̈̂́͂̍̓̑l̷͖̺̬͐͆̅͒̈́̄͗̿͒̒̏̐̆͝ ̷̧̞̰̥͉͚̫̣̳͋l̴̰͔̳̬̫͇͓̗͍̳̪̬̻̩̼̰͑͜ì̸͍͉̰̦̻̪̜͓͖͔͍̱̳̈́̍̿̉̐̂͗͠š̴̢͖̟̪̹͉̠̥̟̼̯̈̾̍͂̈́͌̆́̏̕͜t̸͉̰͋̌̓̂̌͗̏̆̈́̿̅̏̂͂̎͋͘è̵̥͈̟̻̪̟͍̞͙̽̽̂̍̃͊̂̈͂̃͗͊̀̎͌̀n̶͙̞͇̘̰͓͉̍̎̆̅̾́͘.̸͕̤͉̥̘̩̣̦͕̥̱̌̀͋̿̇͂̈́̄͆̀̿͊̚͝͝ ̶̢̛̘͉̮̄̎͂͊͐̎☠̴̡̭̟̓̃ ̶̡̦̝̼̪͙͔̘̭̖͍͈̝̞̙̰̒̒͊̈́̽͒̎̅͐̀̆͒̐̆̕ͅψ̵̛̫̺̺̯͈̊͑̐̀̍́̈́̒̅̿̓̂̓̈́͝͠ͅ ̷̹̼̳̯̳͔̰̬͙̖͗͐̃̑̃͛̈́͜͜͜⛥̵̛̖̠̼̭͍̺̘̺̭̟̭̙̫̋̓̚ͅ ̷̛̱̓̂̉͂͋̉͆̅̊̋̿̔̔̇̊̑☠̸̡̧̧̛̠͓̰̹̼̪̻̩̥͙̰̮̫͊̽͆̂̿̾̿̑͜ ̶̡̛͕̬͓̻̥͎͍̟̼͕̼̪̬̼̟̈́̐̔͊́͌̊̀̚̚⛧̸̡̢̛̟͉͇͍̜̱͍̰̈͑̆͋̌̊͛̈̊ ψ



When he looked out the window, he was shocked for a moment - his speech stuttered.

The distortions beginning should only have appeared inside the summoning ring, but -

- the sky had turned crimson as old blood, and black, like the sun was blotted out.

Oh shi -