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Hat-tori
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Artanis was certain he had all the bindings correct. All the runes had been inscribed with perfection, and the floor was just as smooth as it needed to be. He had used the proper amounts of blood and other fluids, and had even made several sacrifices to Raven, the Goddess of magic. He had to summon the correct demon!
Of course, like many young man who discovered their powers during sexual tension, Artanis was attempting to summon a Seducer demon, or, in laymen's terms, a Succubus. Raven had better plans for the young man than donating to the worst sperm bank ever conceived. Plans for him... and the young woman he was to summon.
Reaching through the mists of space, time, and dimensions, She connected his little tunnel of magic to another world entirely. Nothing but the woman would survive the other world, but that was just the Way Things Worked, after all. She was lucky he was working in a secluded basement. The clothing she wore, the items she might carry, would be subjected to incredibly rapid aging, as if wearing out entirely over the course of maybe half an hour.
As he reached the crescendo of his ritual, his hood fell back, revealing a young face, with rounded features. Black bangs covered bright green eyes, and the rest of his body was obscured by simple black robes. The room was dark, barely lit by the glowing circle, mason jars and stone shelving almost all that was visible.
The portal opened, and pulled from the other world...
Of course, like many young man who discovered their powers during sexual tension, Artanis was attempting to summon a Seducer demon, or, in laymen's terms, a Succubus. Raven had better plans for the young man than donating to the worst sperm bank ever conceived. Plans for him... and the young woman he was to summon.
Reaching through the mists of space, time, and dimensions, She connected his little tunnel of magic to another world entirely. Nothing but the woman would survive the other world, but that was just the Way Things Worked, after all. She was lucky he was working in a secluded basement. The clothing she wore, the items she might carry, would be subjected to incredibly rapid aging, as if wearing out entirely over the course of maybe half an hour.
As he reached the crescendo of his ritual, his hood fell back, revealing a young face, with rounded features. Black bangs covered bright green eyes, and the rest of his body was obscured by simple black robes. The room was dark, barely lit by the glowing circle, mason jars and stone shelving almost all that was visible.
The portal opened, and pulled from the other world...