Aldir
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jul 11, 2014
Iona’s mind was consumed in her current task, her room and the world itself seeming to melt away as she drew upon the floor. She knew the basics from her instructors, those fools who truly knew nothing about the nature of power. Three circles, an outer, a middle, and an inner for the point of origin. The structure was important; if she messed up on that then the circle itself could very well collapse before a stable connection was established. Her hands moved confidently as the circles came to life, her entire mind filled with the steps of a successful summoning.
They thought her incapable did they? Those sniveling fools at the Academy knew nothing; she had been born with power in her blood. Summoning a demon straight from Hell and commanding it would certainly show those that laughed behind her back exactly what she could do. Fortunately she knew a few names from the inner circles of Hell, not just any demon would do after all. It had to possess some form of power in the lower planes, enough that she could point to and say that she had controlled such a creature for however long. Not a Demon Lord obviously, but something powerful like a succubus.
Iona had made certain that no one would disturb her in her own home; distractions could very well be disastrous. She had dressed herself in her more casual attire, a tunic and trousers and a red ribbon to tie her hair back. Iona herself was rather attractive, an aristocratic beauty that was a product of a noble house of mages. Her black hair was kept to just below shoulder length, her bangs carefully out of her face. Stormy grey eyes were alight with intelligence, slightly ringed with dark circles to display her long hours of study. She was not exactly the most imposing of women to look upon, a little on the short side as she was but made up for that in a sharp tongue and quick wit.
The woman smiled victoriously as she gazed over her finished product, not noticing as her pinky lightly and almost imperceptibly brushed over the outer circle. A single flaw in the otherwise perfect circle, a fatal flaw in the layer that designed to contain the creature that was summoned from Hell. Iona did not notice this however as she instead produced a small needle from a nearby table and pricked her thumb, the moment of truth laying near. All she needed to do was to place the digit upon the circle and let her blood charge it while focusing upon the name of whom she wanted to summon.
Iona placed the wounded thumb upon the outer circle, closing her eyes as she focused upon the name of this particular succubus. A flash of brilliant light shined out from the inner circle and expanded slowly as the circles were charged with her vital energy. This brought a smile from the dark haired woman; the summoning appeared to be working as far as she could tell. She stood from her position near the circles, only then noting the flaw in the outer circle as victory turned to ash in her mouth.
Her mistake now known to her, the woman quickly willed the circle to close before something unbound could come through. Her closing was clumsy and desperate though, likely it would not be finished in time to stop from releasing the demon. Releasing an unbound succubus, that was dangerous beyond dangerous. A demon of a Succubus’ level compared to an untrained mage was rather like comparing a dragon to a field mouse. Iona had no wish to be killed or worse in this botched summoning.
They thought her incapable did they? Those sniveling fools at the Academy knew nothing; she had been born with power in her blood. Summoning a demon straight from Hell and commanding it would certainly show those that laughed behind her back exactly what she could do. Fortunately she knew a few names from the inner circles of Hell, not just any demon would do after all. It had to possess some form of power in the lower planes, enough that she could point to and say that she had controlled such a creature for however long. Not a Demon Lord obviously, but something powerful like a succubus.
Iona had made certain that no one would disturb her in her own home; distractions could very well be disastrous. She had dressed herself in her more casual attire, a tunic and trousers and a red ribbon to tie her hair back. Iona herself was rather attractive, an aristocratic beauty that was a product of a noble house of mages. Her black hair was kept to just below shoulder length, her bangs carefully out of her face. Stormy grey eyes were alight with intelligence, slightly ringed with dark circles to display her long hours of study. She was not exactly the most imposing of women to look upon, a little on the short side as she was but made up for that in a sharp tongue and quick wit.
The woman smiled victoriously as she gazed over her finished product, not noticing as her pinky lightly and almost imperceptibly brushed over the outer circle. A single flaw in the otherwise perfect circle, a fatal flaw in the layer that designed to contain the creature that was summoned from Hell. Iona did not notice this however as she instead produced a small needle from a nearby table and pricked her thumb, the moment of truth laying near. All she needed to do was to place the digit upon the circle and let her blood charge it while focusing upon the name of whom she wanted to summon.
Iona placed the wounded thumb upon the outer circle, closing her eyes as she focused upon the name of this particular succubus. A flash of brilliant light shined out from the inner circle and expanded slowly as the circles were charged with her vital energy. This brought a smile from the dark haired woman; the summoning appeared to be working as far as she could tell. She stood from her position near the circles, only then noting the flaw in the outer circle as victory turned to ash in her mouth.
Her mistake now known to her, the woman quickly willed the circle to close before something unbound could come through. Her closing was clumsy and desperate though, likely it would not be finished in time to stop from releasing the demon. Releasing an unbound succubus, that was dangerous beyond dangerous. A demon of a Succubus’ level compared to an untrained mage was rather like comparing a dragon to a field mouse. Iona had no wish to be killed or worse in this botched summoning.