translucentfeathers
Star
- Joined
- Oct 18, 2015
- Location
- Nowhere
It was finished, with the final words of the summoning having left her lips, Gwyneth lifted her head, glancing around the empty room in the basement of her parents home. The black candles laced with willing blood, the runes and symbols written in white chalk on the dark hardwood floor, criss crossing in patterns around the summoning circle she cast from. She was grateful her parents were gone for the summer, staying with family in another province at least a days drive in some vacational retreat for the next month. It left the empty house vacant for her use in the meantime.
She wasn't normally the type for the darker side of the arts, but one could only be pushed so far before being thrust over the edge of rational logic. Gwyn normally was peaceful, more of a quiet presence in her university studies, choosing a solitary existence...but there were those who enjoyed tormenting her. From sealing her dorm room door shut on the days of finals, leaving her scrambling out of a second story window, throwing her laundry at the communal wash and press room out into the road when she wasn't looking to more sinister things revolving around her returning home at night with a bloody lip, black eye and cracked ribs. She wasn't sure what had printed the target on her back but she hoped...she hoped perhaps summoning a demon, a lower level one, might give her some protection and even vengence if she was lucky.
It was highly taboo, using the arts to summon a creature from another realm, but not necessarily illegal. To do so was dangerous, the wrong rune, a mispronounced word, the slightest misstep could lead to disaster. She was trying to summon one of the weaker demons focuing around basic human instinct like rage or jealousy, hoping it would be easier to bind and use to her will. Some were even willing to strike a bargain, though their terms were very rarely worth the deal.
Gwyn glanced down at her hand, the slash across her palm had stopped bleeding. Using her own blood was the only way to ensure the creature would be bound to her...if she had done things properly. She rose from her knees inside of the small protective circle she had cast around herself. It would keep out anything small, and fueled by anger...and hopefully that was all she had summoned. So it was there she waited, shifting uneasily on her feet in the dark candlelit room, eyes remaining focused on the summoning circle where the creature she had summoned was ro appear.
She wasn't normally the type for the darker side of the arts, but one could only be pushed so far before being thrust over the edge of rational logic. Gwyn normally was peaceful, more of a quiet presence in her university studies, choosing a solitary existence...but there were those who enjoyed tormenting her. From sealing her dorm room door shut on the days of finals, leaving her scrambling out of a second story window, throwing her laundry at the communal wash and press room out into the road when she wasn't looking to more sinister things revolving around her returning home at night with a bloody lip, black eye and cracked ribs. She wasn't sure what had printed the target on her back but she hoped...she hoped perhaps summoning a demon, a lower level one, might give her some protection and even vengence if she was lucky.
It was highly taboo, using the arts to summon a creature from another realm, but not necessarily illegal. To do so was dangerous, the wrong rune, a mispronounced word, the slightest misstep could lead to disaster. She was trying to summon one of the weaker demons focuing around basic human instinct like rage or jealousy, hoping it would be easier to bind and use to her will. Some were even willing to strike a bargain, though their terms were very rarely worth the deal.
Gwyn glanced down at her hand, the slash across her palm had stopped bleeding. Using her own blood was the only way to ensure the creature would be bound to her...if she had done things properly. She rose from her knees inside of the small protective circle she had cast around herself. It would keep out anything small, and fueled by anger...and hopefully that was all she had summoned. So it was there she waited, shifting uneasily on her feet in the dark candlelit room, eyes remaining focused on the summoning circle where the creature she had summoned was ro appear.