Bittersweet Irony (OC & Disturbing)

[Original Content]

"So have you heard, Chikao?"

Chikao sat along the edges of a shimmering fountain that reflected many others, but not herself. Her ears pricked at the sound of her name but no other recognition came to the speaker. She was much too engrossed by the world within the flowing water. Faces came and went as she waved her lengthy fingers through the fountain.

"You must have heard. There may be another summoning. You will be free again."

Even in the pure darkness of her world she could see the darkened shroud that flowed around her body like millions of hands, constantly working to pleasure her but never allowing her to reach the highest peak of it all. She leaned her head back, but what should have been a hood only curled around her face more, obscuring all but her flourescent eyes and toothy smirk. "Yes, I have heard. In these times not many can get it right, but they say this one could cause a crack. This one has been practicing. They are no fool as to how to use it. But why to use it? I hear that is a sad story indeed."

"So, you've been thinking about fighting to the top, have you?"

"You, my loosely loyal friend, are a true fool if there ever were one. I am the top." She cackled and threw her head forward. The shroud around her seemed to doubly increase its mass and spread outward. The laughter was all but uncontrollable.

She stretched her arms across, then suddenly thrust her hands into the All Seeing Fountain. Despite her persistent laughing, she brought her hands up so carefully. Only a gulp managed to hold itself in the palms of her pale hands. Within the reflective water showed the face a young male witch that had no clue that before he'd spoken a word of incantation, he had sealed his future to Chikao. She swallowed the remaining water before it all slipped through. It was bitter and warm, yet delicious all the same. "I have never tasted Heaven, and I never will. But I have tasted fools and they always satisfy."​

 

[Disturbing]

Lucas Montie woke, as he always did, to the sound of his room mate. In their small dormitory room the larger man would wake up by whatever alarm he had set the day before and stomp around the room, frantically searching for any clothes he could shove on his hug body before his first class. Lucas planned for these events, watching him as he stumbled, grabbed his books, and left. Making sure he was alone, Lucas pulled his Occult books from beneath his bed and started to read of the fantastic acts that could be performed with a flick of the wrist and enough mental stamina. At mid day he would make way to the few classes that remained on his schedule, practicing whichever art of trickery he could slip in without arousing suspicion of anyone but the target.. It started off small enough, a moving pen or a scrap of paper bursting into flames, but the rituals got longer and more complicated. Eventually he was forced to make sacrifices, both by his blood and the flesh of others.
Today was the day, limitless power would belong to him. His room mate woke up as usual, throwing a threat or two his way before leaving the dorm in a fit of anger. Curtains closed, doors locked, Lucas took out his books. He opened to the page he had been studying for the past year. It mentioned the ability to summon a source of power rivaling the armies of the world. A demon, conjured from the land of the dead.
"Emily. . ."
He called to the sacrifice.
"Come."
His small body shook with excitement. He ran his hands through his greasy black hair, unwashed because of a focus on the task at hand. A small knock came at the door, and a tall, pale woman entered. She stopped at a circle he had drawn on the floor. She did what he commanded, piercing her heart and bleeding into the circle. Lucas waved goodbye, no emotion reflected from his pale blue eyes.

((Heh, now I feel like you do. Couldn't get through a sentence without somebody in my house bothering me about something...ugh...))​

 

[Original Content]

The Darkness had never been so aglow with glowing eyes and burning ambitions. Chikao was basking in the ambiance of malicious intent and hopelessness. Her shroud had come dressed for the occasion surrounding the All Seeing Fountain. It flowed behind her, it's edges snatching at dead plants, cracked concrete, and unsuspecting ankles. The hood turned collar was raised high with 'strands' caressing her neck and slipping carelessly to her breasts.

"Will you miss the Darkness?"

Chikao took a deep breath of ash and decay and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. "If I ever entertained missing this place, I would never leave." She seemed to morph through the crowd of flailing arms, spaded tails, and blood splatter with an obviously demonic grace. Her eyes were locked on one prize-- the shimmering reflection of Lucas Montie. All in the area could sense the power surging from the summoner so many realms away.
Each time a witch practiced The Arts they were closer to the Great Temptation. This was the Great Temptation of all. It was when each demon and dark creepy crawly gathered and fought for that one crack in the worlds that lead to the greatest power of all: Freedom.

"The Dark will seem so much brighter without you, Chikao."

"If there is anything I regret, it is comparing the taste of idiots to the tenderness of fools."

{You can't imagine how hard it was to get 10 minutes to type this and edit it. @_@}

 

[Disturbing]

He spoke the slurred, guttural words directly from the book. As he did this, an opening was ripped through his wall...or was it? He shifted his weight, leaning to the right and risking a glance at the temporal portal. The physics of it nearly blew his mind...he looked away immediately. The portal was there, this was true. Beasts fighting and horrendous landscapes were clearly visible in the portal...

Yet the portal it self took up no space. Shift to the left, it showed the same thing as from the front. The beasts and landscapes stretched on forever. His head hurt just thinking about it. But nevertheless, he continued to chant. The portal was mesmorizing, drawing his eyes every time he looked up. Scenes of death and bloodshed played out, but there was one constant: A woman, wrapped in black cloth. She fought, ran, conversed across many different landscaped, obviously jumbled points in time. Each time she got closer. Lucas eventually realized who she was, not a woman at all. His demon.

Electricity sparked across the room as the ritual neared its end. He stared in awe as the woman finally crossed the threshold to his world. The portal shuddered, expanding (or possibly not, how could nothing expand?) to envelop the corpse and ritual circle. With a loud 'bang!' it sealed, and he was left with the mysterious silhouette of a woman in front of him.​

 

[Original Content]

Chikao felt drawn to the portal as though it was made for her and her alone. She was being lifted above the heads of the weak idiots not yet ready to be a fool worthy of her tastes. As she transcended time, space, and the hundreds of realms that separated her from humans she felt the peak of pleasure that had been denied her so long. She shuttered as pure ecstasy compelled her and twisted itself around her, squeezing the hellish breath from her longs.

Even for herself the ascension was a toll and she felt it evenly throughout her body and mind. She entered the human world standing in the living quarters of what was her foolish summoner. Hurried breaths escaped her blackened lips. She stood there before him, entirely engulfed in her shroud that, for now, conformed her to the energies of her new home. Her eyes remained unobstructed and aglow as though no light was cast in the room.

Her mouth curled into its trademark toothy grin. "You have summoned me and yet you hesitate to bid me your will. I find something... incomplete..." Her bits only barely moved yet the voice echoed in many hushed whispers. "Have you done... something foolish?"

Already the dark energy was pulling away from her skin and revealing a form more suitable for humans. Caramel skin began to show where brilliant whiteness once lay. Strands of midnight slowly transformed to a dark and ominous red. Eyes, though, still remained with thing pupils and a dirty yellow glow.

 

[Disturbing]

Lucas watched as a woman-esque creature appeared in front of him, masked with a dark energy that was slowly withdrawing. If it weren't for the obviously alien facial features and skin pigment, he would've swore she was a woman. A good looking one, at that. He stared in awe at the glowing eyes, the sharp teeth. An instrument of destruction..he brushed his hands through his greasy black hair once more, happily thinking of the horrors he could cause. Until she spoke.
"You have summoned me," she said softly, "and yet you hesitate to bid me your will. I find something... incomplete..."
The summoner's heart stopped, shaking his head in horror. He had seen -as well as heard- when complicated rituals such as summoning. Stories of unchecked murder and chaos..
His dark blue eyes went wide...the last time something had gone wrong, he had ended up with slash marks across his back, a burn (which turned into a scar) across his face, and a corpse that needed to be disposed of.
The demon continued to speak "Have you done... something foolish?" it asked, grinning maliciously down at him.
His head shook wildly. "No, demon.." he said weakly. "Nothing went wrong."
He sure as hell hoped not.​

 

[Disturbing]

*cough cough*

 

[Original Content]

Before long the dark energy had receded backwards until all that was left was the flawlessly smooth tanned skinned skin. Her overbite remained though less pronounced, but still obviously lethal. Still, her eyes remained eerie and dangerous. She smelled fear leaking from his pores where confidence should have oozed. For once, since she'd been summoned, she stepped forward and imposed her presence upon him.

"Do you know my name summoner? You should know its half if you are to command my powers." She tilted her head to the right as though to get a better angle. Instead she was truly get a feel for human gestures to feign trust.
Her hair did not fall with gravity. It flowed in the opposite direction as though a netherworldly wind blew it endlessly. The long braid that had formed behind her raised and moved towards the human's face.

"Do you fear me?" It was all but too much to contain many years of longing for living flesh. A shadow seemed to cast over her face, obscuring the view from her forehead to her nose. "I am at your every will. You can do with me what you imagine. I am the uptmost power at your disposal. Command me... summoner." She emphasized his title, taunting him that he was not her master, lord, or any meaningful rank as of yet. For now she would test him until she was fully within her own senses to detect which way the Chain of Binding flowed.

 

[Disturbing]

The shadows that surrounded it slowly receded, leaving behind a tan, naked humanoid. The only thing that appeared imperfect on it's body was the glowing, sickly yellow eyes, and the teeth. It eyed him maliciously, sensing his fear. The demon stepped forwards, Lucas backed up against the wall. The demon -a she, by the looks of it- began to speak to him. "I..." he breathed out, stopping as the demon tilted her head. Some sort of magic moved the hair, making it flow upwards. A tendril of the hair moved towards him.

"I..." he breathed out once again, struggling to remember the name of beast, or if not that, a spell that could correct his mistake. Nothing came, no backups. no banishments, no offensive spells that would do much more than make the demon giggle from his feeble mortal magic.
"Do you fear me?" she asked, staring him down. Shadow still covered her face, showing only the glowing eyes and the lethal maw. Yes.. he thought to himself instantly. The summoner shook his head, listening as the demon went on about her own power, taunting him to command her.
He mustered all his courage.
"Stop, demon!" he yelled, raising his hand. His voice faltered. "I co-command you to stop. I am in c-ontrol."​

 

[Original Content]

Her eyes widened sickeningly as though she were poised the strike in him a crazed demonic fit of rage. Suddenly, she did just the opposite and spun away from him as though a ballerina on stage. She laughed a laugh so genuinely sincere with happiness and joy that it was hard to imagine she was a murderous demon summoned from the pits of the Darkness. Her breasts bounced as she danced and laughed, her hair not once cooperating with her movements of her body.

"Freedom is meant for none but the clever fox! She is free to swim in the blood and the flesh of the ignorant and blind!" She sang a sadistic song of tyranny and endless bloodshed. All the while she was coming closer to her senses. There was a thread missing. A thread tying her to him. The only line of fabric between the two was his bindinng to her. He was incomplete. Had he slurred a word? Had the blood pooled around the circle at an incorrect angle? Whatever the cause, his feeble magic was useless to prevent the inevitable.

For now she sought to build his trust, give him false hope, then watch him crumble under the weight. Her body shuddered with a need for pleasure and brought her to a halt within her dancing. "You know not half the name of the demon you have summoned. Have you not read fully? Speak not the name and chaos will reign."

She giggled under her breath and ran her fingers along length of her body. Her head rolled about and her hair followed, falling lazily against her bare skin. "But I can speak of a deal to you. You will agree, you have no other choice. A life worse than eternal fire is promised to those who fail such rituals.

 

[Disturbing]

((Alright, doing this last post from phone....try to ignore grammatical errors))

Lucas winced as the creature's eyes widened. She was about to attack, he was sure. A ball of flame appeared in his hand, a feeble form of self defense against the demon. Suddenly, it moved. It danced and laughed, a laugh of a young girl, filled with glee. He couldn't help but watch as her tits bounced around with her body...although the hair remained ignorant to gravity. It was quite a disturbing scene for the young sorcerer, watching as the evil spectre danced and laughed....he couldn't help but feel slightly attracted to demon, if only for a second before he banished those shameful thoughts....all she wished for was death, destruction, chaos.

The demon vocalized these thoughts, singing of acts of evil. Lucas shook his head rapidly as his heartbeat sped up. No, he didn't want to die yet..he didn't want to die ever, the reason he had ever started practicing the occult. He thought back as to what went wrong, what set the demon to do as she pleased, unchecked by mortal command. She asked him to speak the name...he stood paralyzed in fear, not saying a word. The book had said nothing about a name, nothing about any sort of title. He readied the ball of flame that still burned eternally in his hands.

When the demon began to talk of a deal, he nodded. "Sp-speak, demon, what deal?" he asked this, feigning a sense of authority.

((also, sorry about length. Phone.))

 

[Disturbing]

Man, that phone-response took FOREVER to type out.

xD.

 

[Original Content]

A sense of pride washed over Chikoa as she listened to his waning voice force the inklings of authority. She watched the fire burn in his hand as a newborn infant would its own mother-- her eyes wide with amazement and wonder. It was all too obvious that for now, as she was too excited to contain herself, that he would never trust her the way her sadistic desires required. Unfortunately, an eternity was all about business and she had to skip to it.

She sighed mournfully and snapped her fingers, forcing herself backwards into the couch. Her might thighs crossed one another and she folded her hands atop her knee. "The deal. I will admit is not the most mortal friendly, but it could give a little bit of hope and buy you enough time to assume you have a way to take control of the situation." She leaned forward, spreading her legs inappropriately with her forearms resting on her thighs. "You see I notice you have your binding a little backwards, young sorcerer. You are bound to me, but not vice versa. In short, I own you until your dying breath. But there are ways around it."

She sat back and laid to her left, stretching out a cat across the couch like a feline to preparing her bedding. "I do so ever love these human inventions. It can be a nice change from flesh at some points. Though I do love the taste." She winked cutely at him and commenced to pluck the cushion casually with her pointed fingernails. "Nonetheless, you must learn that some things of The Arts can not be simply read, they must be learned. For instance, there's a special spot in Hell for wicked little mortals like yourself." Her smile held a seductive hinting to it. "Anyway! The Deal! I do like to ramble, idiots of the Darkness aren't much for conversation. You have three guesses to guess at least half of my name and I will reverse the binding. Until you guess my name or use up your chances you are my puppet. Should you fail, well... don't worry about dying. You are my ticket to this world until the day you die, and demons such as myself have ways to prolong your misery."

{XD A decent size post for a phone post. I commend you for even having a phone that can do that. >_>}

 

[Disturbing]

((Had to wait for someone in the car....they got in and I was still posting. They told me to go and I told em to wait a second. They eventually waited about 7 minutes for me to start the car....whoops.))

(("Until you guess my name or use up your chances you are my puppet."
Hate to sound retarded, but she expects him to guess immediately, correct? >_<;; ))

 

[Original Content]

(You can ask me over PM so we don't clutter up the RP thread with OOC talk, kay? ^^; To answer you, no she doesn't expect for him to guess now. He has an indefinite amount of time, it's just that while he guesses she does with him as she wants. If he fails all three anyway, the torture continues until he dies. ^_^

It's all a false sense of hope for her own sadistic purpose. <3)

 

[Disturbing]

((Alright, and sorry.))

The fire in his hand burned endlessly, his insticts shouting at him to extinguish it. He did so, dropping onto a hard stool as the demon sat on his couch. His heart hammered against his chest rapidly, slowly calming as they began to discuss the situation. It didn't look good, the way the demon looked at him; the way that she talked. The ritual had been reversed somehow, most likely from his lack of experience. It shifted around the couch, from formal siting to a more inappropriate stance (demon or not, Lucas couldn't help but glance, it seemed the demon's material form was completely feminine.) to stretching across his furniture. He shifted around his own seat uncomfortably, listening intently as she spoke. She seemed to be shooting him tiny winks or seductive smiles. He eventually decided that that was just in the demon's nature, either if she was trying to seduce him or just teasing him sadistically.
"Hell, hmn?" he asked this during the middle of the speech. "And this means heaven is real too, then?" he laughed, a short cackle forced out of his lungs. "Guess I screwed myself out of that one, then!" he continued to laugh for a short time, thinking of all the times his (catholic) parents had tried to persuade him to go to church.

She told him of the deal. His head dropped, hands shooting up to rub his face in anguish. Light tears began to stream down his face as he faced his own fate. Before long he withdrew his hand, wiping the tears from his eyes. He nodded his head, accepting the only possibilty he had to regain control over the demon.
"May I inquire your name then, demon?" he asked pausing a second before correcting himself..."Well, may I at least have an alias until our deal is done?" his voice came out distinguished, proud, only faltering when he called her a demon.