Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)It was a full moon out, more important to one man then anything else happening tonight. Our focus is the Abounded factory district, next to the docks, on the west side of a town who's name really isn't important. Normally, mice usually steered clear but this night a single man, aged Twenty-four, was milling around inside Warehouse 4, packs of supplies strewn around outside a massive circle. He was tall man, maybe six-foot-seven or so, Barrel-chested and dressed in a form fitting white shirt kicked off by baggy black sweat pants and plain old flip-flops. Clearly he'd come with no intention of going climbing later.
He read from a book, it's diagrams guiding his hand as he drew out elaborate glyphs and shapes. He stepped away a few minutes later to check out his handy work, and let a self-satisfied smirk play across his face for a moment. Matthew, the mans name, carried himself with little more then arrogance, the whole world revolved around him, and as a man addicted to sex...everything in turn revolved around -that-. That's why he was here, a seedy internet site and a credit card order later he'd had this book with several spells for summoning a entire encyclopedia of critters from every kind of story. He only had interest in one tonight though...
"So the spell to summon the Succubus is..."
He proceeded to recite words in tongues long dead to the world at large, and aside from some unknown intervention...would probably be impossible for him to speak.
He read from a book, it's diagrams guiding his hand as he drew out elaborate glyphs and shapes. He stepped away a few minutes later to check out his handy work, and let a self-satisfied smirk play across his face for a moment. Matthew, the mans name, carried himself with little more then arrogance, the whole world revolved around him, and as a man addicted to sex...everything in turn revolved around -that-. That's why he was here, a seedy internet site and a credit card order later he'd had this book with several spells for summoning a entire encyclopedia of critters from every kind of story. He only had interest in one tonight though...
"So the spell to summon the Succubus is..."
He proceeded to recite words in tongues long dead to the world at large, and aside from some unknown intervention...would probably be impossible for him to speak.