Pleasurable Magicks: Ansem125, Pearlheart, and Myself

[ObsidianSoul]

Jason Neverblack was a strapping example of a mage. Standing a little over six feet he already had a large frame to work with. However on top of that he put in several hours of physical training each day. He was gifted with magic, but his ability to draw upon it was limited. So he had to work with the more basic magics in combination with physical abilities in order to match up with the other "true mages" as they liked to call themselves. Though their self-given titles didn't protect them from kinetically enhanced punches to the face. And it always put a smile on his. Waist-length silver hair and icy blue eyes combined with naturally good features made him quite the looker as well. However as of right now his features were coated with significant quantities of dust.

"Anything yet brother?" Jason called out from behind a large stack of old books and worn chests. He and his brother were currently in the attic of the restricted tower at the academy. They had just graduated from apprentices and had agreed to try and do something impressive now that they had access to the more potent magics hidden away by the grandmasters.

"I can't find anything really interesting that we can pull off..." He had gone through a dozen ancient tomes in search for something truly spectacular. He had opened four chests that he suspected were never meant to be unlocked, and he had almost blown the tower apart by activating a faulty Orb of Ruin. So far the best he could do was a book of summoning. Though it primarily dealt with elemental beasts, old gods, and demons. Not the kinds of things that they had originally in mind.

"Well this is all I have brother. Any luck on your side?" Jason asked as he approached his sibling, with the summoning book held at his side. If nothing else he figured his better half could do a better appraisal of it's worth.

 

[ObsidianSoul]

"Yeah. I was thinking the same thing." Jason said with a sigh. "But it's dangerous. I'm pretty sure there isn't a thing in that book that can't eat us both alive." He was all in for doing this, but he wanted to be absolutely sure that they could actually pull it off. However, his caution only veiled his anticipation towards trying something really advanced. So when his brother held up the book open to a specific page he smiled.

"Interesting..." Succubi. Demonic entities that took on female forms to seduce men and women alike. He read the text all the way up to the words of casting, as his dialects were a tad stronger than his brothers. "Very nice. These beauties seem to be among the lower ranks of demons, but some of the most dangerous due to the powerful magics they employ." He kept reading. "They are actually relatively easy to summon, needing only a meager blood offering and the will to control them." He couldn't help but smile. Even a simple summoning was still impressive for newly appointed Journeymen. And if it went well, they'd have their own Succubi to order around.

"I wonder what they look like? I suppose if they seduce people they have to be attractive at least..." He gave it some thought. His mind ran all the pros and cons against each other, trying to decide if it was worth it. Slowly but surely though, his curiosity and eagerness won out against reason. He looked at his brother with a grin and handed him the book.

"Let's do it!"

 

[ObsidianSoul]

Jason nodded and started drawing the summoning circle. This was important because the circle was all that kept the demon from escaping if their wills were not strong enough to force it to obey the blood sacrifice. There were all kinds of stipulations of course. More blood meant less will was needed, as the demon would be more sated. More elaborate, augmented circles meant less blood was necessary. And of course the power of the word was the ultimate factor. There were hundreds of magical languages, each with their own inherent principals, weaknesses, and strengths. The older words were always more effective, because they were closer to the original Word of Mahgik passed down from the heavens. This text was old, but he didn't think it was that old, so it was best to be careful.

"There. We don't have room up here to do something elaborate, but it's solid, and between the two of us I think we have everything we need..." He perused the book again. "It does say an offering to prove intent..." He hated the vague estimates that ancient texts tended to give in regards to spell components. Especially when the quantity was actually quite specific. "I am assuming that means we need to give enough to prove we are serious. So a scratch isn't going to do. I'd say a tea-cups worth from each should do it. Right in the middle. But first. The words."

"I'm ready bro. Start the incantation and I will perform the focusing chant."

 

[Rainbow Laser Cthulu]

Deep within a much darker realm an intelligence stirred. This was an old mind, old and powerful though it's form be feminine and small. She currently lay upon a dais of blood marble, pure white stone corrupted by veins of pulsating crimson. She looked to have the face of a girl, only just out of her teens at most, though her body was developed to inhuman perfection. She had broad, curvaceous hips, connecting to a firm, tapered waist. Her shoulders were slightly broad, but refined, and they were mounted upon a torso sporting lucious C-cup breasts. Large golden horns extended from beneath her ample, ice blue hair, which framed a face a human woman could only desire to have. She stretched out and yawned as words of magic pierced space and time to enter her realm. Her deeply tanned skin contrasted the marble quite well, if a bit oddly.

"Hmmm?" She purred as a large floating orb materialized in front of her. Within it's crystalline depths images began to form until she was looking at an attic in a magic academy. "Oh my....aren't you two handsome?" She smiled floating the orb closer to her, to get a more detailed look. Her name was Exeya, and she was now pressing her naked body against the orb. She was gazing at the two men like they were rare, succulent meats to be devoured. They both looked so masculine for mages, yet refined in ways. She could see beneath their robes with ease, and thoroughly enjoyed what she saw.

"Little children I will accept your call. I desire your bodies, your blood and all. I will become one with your souls, one with your minds. Hold true if you can, you are already out of time...." Exeya stood up straight and threw her arms outward, letting a pair of leathery wings extend from her hips. They hooked upward, before drawing down like bat-wings. And each was tipped with a pair of powerful talons capable of crushing bone. She took hold of the magick and held tight, waiting for the last of the blood offering and incantation to draw her through the space between worlds.

 

[ObsidianSoul]

As Jason took the dagger from his brother he started to feel something watching them. He could swear it was his mind, but the nature of the spell they were casting told him otherwise. They had already achieved contact. Which meant he needed to hurry. He mirrored his brothers cut on his hand and let the blood fall to the floor freely as he held his hands outward, palms up. As Eric began the incantation, Jason countered with the focusing chant.

"Setam Ibris Luxion Rebrois Cadolks Betron....Setam Ibris Luxion Rebrois Cadolks Betron....Setam Ibris Luxion Rebrois Cadolks Betron...." He continued the chant over and over, mirroring Erics every word to give it substance. This was normal for all higher level spells, as they tended to penetrate space and time itself to achieve an end. As they spoke the circle began to glow, and he could feel the blood being drawn from his hand. A presence was pulling at his very soul, but he fought it, forced it back with his will and continued to chant. They were very close, the entity was trying to overpower them right off the bat, and it would either be a test of their wills, or their doom.