Masks We Wear
Moon
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2013
Erik gave a delighted laugh as he finished the inscription in the small abandoned house. The air held a musky damp spell, spinters of wood showing the building disuse as well as the warped wood which showed the building had a good deal of age to it. The room had at one time been used as a storage shelter, but as this part of the town grew abandoned the room had been ransacked numerous times. He had swept the area clean, and cleared out the debris knowing it would do. The floor had a circle outlined in devil's tongue a common plant of the region soaked in purified well water, then white sorcerers sand blanketed the are showing symbols from arcane to old ways a mixing of the two spells to create something new. All that was left was to infuse the circle with the proper magics. He knew only then would he have what he truely wanted.
Erik was a handsome man despite the age his eyes showed he appeared as a man in his mid twenties. His chest bare with sweat glistening down his powerful muscles, a simple robe sash deep crimson red with a band across the edges of gold. His pants were red smooth cloth with arcane symbols in gold trim lettering down each side. Simple sturdy leather boots colored the same red shielded his feet. His gemstone blue eyes peered with a knowing superiority that put most in their place before they realized what they were doing. His mouth in a disapproving thin line as if whatever he saw was somehow less than it should be. He gave an easy brush of his hand through his hair before he in complete composure began to feed the spell. He knew the stronger magic he pushed into it the more powerful the potential of the one summoned.
The spell glowed a faint purple, creating a shield no demon could destroy themselves, the spell fed on his magic as well as the demon inside. He needed time for the creature to be completely bound before it found out his full intentions. He only knew the demon he summoned would be female, and he would make her his soon enough. He fed it more of the mental life force that was magic, wanting a proper vessel who would bear his children when properly trained. The heat of the noonday sun keeping the basement like a small oven just as he needed the spells he planned to lay on her before freeing her to his service would make things fun at the very least.
Erik was a handsome man despite the age his eyes showed he appeared as a man in his mid twenties. His chest bare with sweat glistening down his powerful muscles, a simple robe sash deep crimson red with a band across the edges of gold. His pants were red smooth cloth with arcane symbols in gold trim lettering down each side. Simple sturdy leather boots colored the same red shielded his feet. His gemstone blue eyes peered with a knowing superiority that put most in their place before they realized what they were doing. His mouth in a disapproving thin line as if whatever he saw was somehow less than it should be. He gave an easy brush of his hand through his hair before he in complete composure began to feed the spell. He knew the stronger magic he pushed into it the more powerful the potential of the one summoned.
The spell glowed a faint purple, creating a shield no demon could destroy themselves, the spell fed on his magic as well as the demon inside. He needed time for the creature to be completely bound before it found out his full intentions. He only knew the demon he summoned would be female, and he would make her his soon enough. He fed it more of the mental life force that was magic, wanting a proper vessel who would bear his children when properly trained. The heat of the noonday sun keeping the basement like a small oven just as he needed the spells he planned to lay on her before freeing her to his service would make things fun at the very least.