butterfly0408
Singularity
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- An Alternate Universe
The summer had been harsh, and it did not look like the fall harvest was going to be very promising. This was the third year in a row now that there humble village had suffered such a terrible harvest. Eve knew that come the winter, many people would likely die. There had to be some way to stop this from come to pass. As a young temple priestess, she had looked to the many books of prayers to seek some answer. She just felt like she could do something for them and just knew that the answer had to be there in her studies. At last she came across not a prayer, but something far more advanced then that. A summoning. One that would bring the blessing of the Goddess of the Harvest and save their crops.
Eve begged the high priestess to perform the summon but she said summons were far to risky. The smallest mistake could be disastrous. But Eve could not be swayed. She prepared every night for a week until she had all she needed, then with the summoning spell and all the things required to perform the task at hand in tow, Eve slipped off into the woods that night to case the summon herself.
Making a small make shift alter on a large flat rock, she followed the instructions. At least, she thought she did. But Eve was young and foolish. She had picked the wrong flowers and had gotten the blood of a male sheep when she should have gotten that of a female one. She did not realize it, but as Eve knelt before her little alter, the pretty, naive little priestess spoke the words that were about to summon up not the Goddess of the harvest to appear before her... but the Demon God of Sex.
Eve begged the high priestess to perform the summon but she said summons were far to risky. The smallest mistake could be disastrous. But Eve could not be swayed. She prepared every night for a week until she had all she needed, then with the summoning spell and all the things required to perform the task at hand in tow, Eve slipped off into the woods that night to case the summon herself.
Making a small make shift alter on a large flat rock, she followed the instructions. At least, she thought she did. But Eve was young and foolish. She had picked the wrong flowers and had gotten the blood of a male sheep when she should have gotten that of a female one. She did not realize it, but as Eve knelt before her little alter, the pretty, naive little priestess spoke the words that were about to summon up not the Goddess of the harvest to appear before her... but the Demon God of Sex.