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Summoning a Demon {Shirin&Kolath}

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Jun 23, 2009
Niki Gale, age 22, had short pixie cute brunette hair. She was petite, wearing tan cargo pants and a white tank top, though don’t be lulled into false security because of her stature. Niki was spunky and rebellious, though currently top in her class at the nearby University. Her green eyes currently rested on a house located in east San Francisco, near the bay.

Niki had just received the will that entitled her to an old Victorian building, the owner was her aunt, Margret, who had left everything to her in her will. Niki put her hands together in a prayer of thanks to her late aunt before entering the rose covered fence. The grounds were covered with trees and flowers hiding much of the house with foliage. "Kinda spooky!" Niki commented with a weak laugh for she would be residing here alone. With a sigh from that thought, she opened the door. Though it didn't take much effort for it seemingly creaked opened by itself. Gulping, Niki entered. The house was dark and Niki, just one step in, was groping for the lights. After switching it on, she found herself face to face with many objects, medieval armor suit, with sword raised, mounted grizzly bear, a great father clock. Her aunt had been a well known explorer and adventurer so it was no surprised that she kept a...diverse collection. Niki strolled her luggage in and closed the door after herself. In New York one never leaves the door unlock for fear of the outside, though Niki wondered if the inside was actually scarier. She walked past a wooden flight of stairs which led to the master bedroom and guestroom. The kitchen was actually up to date and Niki chuckled for she pictured her aunt still using an oil lamp and antique oven.

A door left ajar caught Niki's interest. Leaving her luggage in the kitchen, on a bear skin rug with the head still attached to her dismay, Niki pushed the door to find herself in a grand library. The room was crammed with shelves of books, a large antique desk, a fireplace, and a luxurious sofa. But that wasn't what caught her eye. It was an large old worn book left on the desk. Its cover was in black with sliver writing etched on it. 'Spells of Old.' Jeez her aunt was kooky as they all said. But curiosity got the best of her and she gingerly opened the book, opening to a page labeled, Summoning a demon. Huffing about such nonsense, Niki read the page aloud just to prove that it was nothing but rubbish.

While Niki would flip through the pages and come across the magic spell on how to summon a demon. Though once examined this the book would read:

'This creature is one of the most powerful beings known in the world of magic in myth, be forewarned that if the instructions and requirements aren't met to the slightest detail then you will awaken the creature from its slumber and it will inflict its terrible wrath upon your very soul. You shall be sent to a place that is neither heaven near hell but a place of both eternal agony and bliss. You will wish for death but it shall never come.

If you are successfully able to summon this creature then it shall do what ever you wish is its command, from being granted millions, to being a simple pet used for house work and sex, it will obey... The only thing you are not permitted to ask for is murder of another human being. Follow these instructions and may God be with you."


And with that the summoning page's words would shaft around into numbered instructions, they appeared to be needed items of some kind, average items at that:

1. A rose
2. A lock of human hair
3. A sandal
4. A piece of human dessert
5. A drop of blood

It continued to say that after all of these items were assembled then Niki was to place each of them three feet from one another in a star formation and then repeat the incantation: "O creature of the Prism world, come to me and grant me your power and might, reflect upon me thine gifts of the netherworld. I summon you!"

"A piece of dessert?" Niki's eye brow lifted as she smiled. "Well why not try it!" And so a scavenge hunt ensued as Niki ran out the front door to pluck a red rose, noting that the spell didn't specify what color the dear auntie had them all. Then she found scissors in the antique desk and clipped of some of her hair, in a way that would still keep her hair perfect that no one would know she cut some off for a wiccan brew. Peering in her luggage bag she pondered over which sandal to use which almost took fifteen minutes before she decided on cute floral flipflops. Shifting through the fridge she found a slice of fruit cake, amazing how long those things last. "Alright," the last tip of the star needed blood and Niki picked up a small but sharp kitchen knife, letting a single crimson drop fall to the hard wood floor. Her aunt's spirit would probably kill her if she let more fall.

"O creature of the Prism world, come to me and grant me your power and might, reflect upon me thine gifts of the netherworld. I summon you!"

Niki waited, hearing a lone cricket chirp from the corner of the room. She felt slightly idiotic standing there with her arms outstretched as if waiting for god to speaketh.
 
Lucis Nocturne-Shadakis-Braden, Master of pleasure; or just Shadakis to his companions, and Lucis to those few that ever got very close to him. Not that there were any of those at least none living. The last person, demon or mortal that he had been close to was dead, over five thousand years. She was in fact the reason he had become a demon.

The two of them had been lovers, when he was mortal. It wasnâ??t till the battle of angelus where a lucky shot from an enemy longbow had ended his life. As his spirit began making its way into the underworld another demon had come to him and made him an offer. He would allow Lucis to live as long as he swore to be the demonâ??s servant. Not knowing all parts of the deal. Lucis had agreed.

The only joy in his life for the next five thousand years, was the fact that she had made a book of magic, keying one of the summoning spells to him. Using it to summon him and bind him to her it was able to provide a brief escape from the hell he now lived in. Then, like all mortals, she died and he would not condemn her to the life he now led. So he was alone for the next four thousand years, with the brief times of those that found and used the book trying to bind him to them but none ever succeeded.

After his years of servitude were completed he focused all his attention to gaining power and rising in the ranks of the demons. It wasnâ??t hard, there was something about him that made all that he did succeed, little did he know that one of those nights together his love had cast a spell of infernal luck which gave him an edge.

Now, thanks to his strength of will, and that spell, he had risen to well above the demon he had once served. He sat sipping a fine wine with a hit of sharpness but bursting with fruitiness, many on ground level would kill to have and many had in the past. He brushed his finger along the neck of one of his demon slaves smiling as she moaned in pleasure, even though he knew she faked it.

Suddenly he felt a tug at his chest. He blinked, and for a moment didnâ??t recognize the feeling. â??No!...its been ages since that book was used there no way.â? He felt it again and knew there was no fighting it. Folding his wings around him like a cloak he knelt down waiting for the final tug that would take him there.

A flash of light and a large column of smoke shot out of the center of the star pattern she had marked out on the floor. When the smoke finally cleared he was there kneeling in the center. His hair was long and white, his skin looking a bit worn and tan, his cloths that of the middle ages he slowly looked up looking for the wizard that had summoned him.

((sorry this took so long to get up. I do need to mention to you...this is the longest I have ever made a intro post and this isn't normal for me just to let you know.))
 
Niki tumbled back, tripping over a misplaced Windsor armchair which in turn knocked into an oriental side table and sent that flying as well, while Niki now laid on the floor. ‘Okay…must have hit my head or at something bad on the way here,’ she thought because she just hallucinated that...her head looked up and saw the man, no demon…

Niki sprung to her feet and lunged for a tall Tiffany’s lamp stand, which she grabbed into her hands and brandished like a staff. “Who and What are you!” she demanded, holding forward the lamp stand to protect against…well she didn’t know what, but did have a mean swing way back in her high school’s soft ball team.

So there stood Niki, age 22, in the middle of a living room mess, wielding a lamp stand, and staring at someone who she may have...summoned.
 
Lucis slowly raised his head looking up for the mage that had summoned him. He had expected a powerful wizard or at least one that thought himself such. However all he found when he looked up was a normal human girlâ?¦and one that seemed more frightened of him then prepared to conquer his will.

He looked her up and down wondering when it had become proper for woman to wear pants and so little clothing. Though he had to admit he liked that her top left her shoulder and arms bear. Raising an eyebrow at her question, â??You donâ??t know the answer to those questions and yes you spoke the words of the spell?â? he smiled lightly shaking his head, â??My dear, that pole will do nothing for you the only way that anyone bound me was by magic and it is clear you didnâ??t even know what you were doing.â? He raised his hands in a placating gesture, â??but I wish you no harm. So do you think we could perhaps put the pole down?â?
 
‘Crap!’ she thought to herself in a crazed thought. She had really summoned a demon. And now he stood in the library room. The man looked like he was a regular out of a renaissance fair, save for the wings. Then again looks can be deceiving. Niki lowered the stand back down on the floor, but kept it close, just in case the buster pulled a fast one. “Alright,” Niki said, trying to sound braver then her frantically pumping heart. “How do I send you back, to where you came from?” she asked. There was no way a demon could stay here, in the house of all places.
 
He chuckled lightly before moving over to one of the large arm chairs folding his wings down around his shoulders like a cape. â??You donâ??t, since you obviously canâ??t control me or you would have already tried. So with that being the case I can stay as long as I want and right now,â? he smirked, â??you interest me.â? He reached out with magic gently brushing along her body feeling out her aura as well as checking her status on virginity just in case he decided to take her later.
 
Niki’s mouth fell slightly agape at the words ‘you don’t’. Great so then the ‘it shall do what ever you wish,’ was not going to work here. His next comment sent a shiver down her spine. ‘Interest? Was that good…or very very bad…’ Niki mulled over the possibilities.

Suddenly she felt a slight cold breeze surround her. "Eh?” She wrapped her arms around herself and shot a glare at the demon. “Hold on buddy! Personal space, keep all the magic out!” She drew an imaginary circle around herself.
 
The moment she drew the circle around herself he felt the magic pushed back. Raising an eyebrow he tried to make it seem like he had meant to pull it back so that she would become comfortable. But something else was bothering him, how was she able to push him back like that, most wizards werenâ??t able to do that to him yet this girl that knew nothing of magic was able to.

However even though she seemed to have this power he could feel that she didnâ??t have the power to send him back to hell. Something was definitely weird here and he needed to figure out what. He steepled his fingers looking across at her and smiling a combination of lecherous and the most charming smile that could ever be made. â??Well then I may just have to find out about you the old fashioned way.â? His eyes traveled over her body slowly his eyes flashing darkly. â??Forgive me my dear I neglected to introduce myself.â? He stood walking over to her and with all the gallantry of a prince from a fairy tale he knelt took her hand and before she could object or say anything he had kissed the back of it. â??Lucis Nocturne-Shadakis-Braden, Master of pleasure, at your service my lady.â?
 
Niki continued to glare even though she felt the cold breeze retreat, letting the sun filtering through the windows warm her once again. The smile he gave didn’t help in the slightest, why did she get the feeling that she was a certain luscious lamb being surveyed by a hungry, but alluring wolf? “Find out the old fashioned way?!” Niki repeated quizzically. Was that in reference to the chilly breeze? ‘Oh god, he is looking at me like I’m some dinner!’ Niki thought aghast at how late that idea came to her. He might be intending on eating her! Didn’t demons eat humans?

Then he suddenly rose…and Niki took a step back to the good ‘ole fashioned lamp stand. However, before she could make a grab at it, the demon caught her hand. Niki closed her eyes, but instead of biting...he kissed it, a rather warm gentle sort of kiss, and…really did introduce himself. “eh…Nikita Gale, but call me Niki. And can I call you…Lucis?” Niki finished the question a little hesitantly. She had already forgotten his whole, long, name though the ‘Master of pleasure’ stuck out and she was sure as hell that she wouldn’t be calling him that.

“Service?” she repeated sarcastically, “so if I asked you to make me a sandwich…you would do it? I would put that under the category of pleasure.”
 
As she gave her name a quizzical look came over his face. â??Niki, a interesting name if I have ear heard one, tell me since when did names become so simple?â? it was a rhetorical question and really didnâ??t need a answer, â??And I suppose that Luics will do if that is all you can remember.â? He stood up slowly standing perhaps a little too close for comfort, but it was just on the edge more like a man making it clear he had interest in her then a overt flirt trying to move in on her.

The quizzical look continued as she asked him to make her something, â??Iâ??m sorry I would be glad to but I do not know of a sand witch and I can not create humans anyway only items for pleasure and a few creatures.â? A thought of having her caught in the tentacles of one of his minions as it pleasured her making her arch and moan, it drew a very naughty smile to his face.
 

“Eh? No no no, a sandwich, you know two pieces of bread with slices of meat, sometimes cheese…did you just say Sand Witch?” she abruptly said. Items of pleasure?...Creatures?! ‘Dear god, what was he planning?’ His smile did not bode well if it was in reflection to what he said.

Niki realized that he was very close and his intent was becoming clearer. “How about I go prepare some food, I’m a bit famished from the travel.” Niki pointed out and quickly turned to head towards the kitchen in an attempt to increase the distance between the two.
 
He could feel her uneasiness at his looks. Smirking he followed her interested in seeing what this sandwich she described was. He curiosity got the better of him as they walked through the rooms his magic reached out touching things feeling them finding many things that he would have never expected especially for someone that had no idea they were summoning a demon. Before too long his eyes returned to her looking over her taking in her form it was beyond pleasing better then most of the demonesses that he had as his slaves.
 
Once her back turned, Niki tried to discreetly fanned her face. She was blushing. Being near Lucis was…like her being a moth entranced by a light zapper. He was ravishing with a mysterious and seductive air that pulled her in, but she knew that if she succumbed and strayed to close –ZAP- She would be in a world of hurt. Niki was a virgin, and stayed away those sort of relationships for the sake of her scholarly goals. But she did know that the glint in Lucis’s eyes would turn her legs into jelly if she gazed too long.

Niki didn’t need to look over her shoulder to know that Lucis was following her, she could feel his eyes boring into her back. Keeping her gaze forward she plowed to the kitchen, nearly tripping over a very old oriental rug in her haste. Finally reaching the fridge she threw it open and began rummaging hungrily through it. In the process she tossed out a loaf of wrapped grain bread, jar of strawberry jelly and a bottle of peanut butter onto the nearby counter.

She looked up, over the fridge door, a slice of pickle hanging from her mouth as she peered over at Lucis. “Pickle?” she asked her voice slightly muffled as she munched on the sour bit then swallowed. “What does a demon eat by the way?” she asked hesitantly as she spread out her findings on the small circular kitchen table and went in search of utensils and plates.
 
He walked into the kitchen taking a moment to look around and gasping softly at the sight of not stone work and wood but metal and glass. â??Things have sure changed.â? He came over to her looking over the fridge door at her. â??I would enjoy one. As for what we eat it depends on the demon really. Some eat the nastiest things where as I would prefer the things that a finer human palette would enjoy.â? His hand reached out resting on top of hers on the fridge door.
 
Niki chuckled a little at Lucis’s expression when he surveyed the kitchen. ‘Jeez, how long has it been since he came into this world?’ she thought to herself as she reached down for another slice of a pickle. “Good to hear that assessment,” Niki said with some relief, hopefully that meant she wouldn’t have worry about being eaten.

Niki was rising to her feet when she felt something cover her hand, not something, Niki knew it belong to a certain someone and was quite surprised at its warmth. “Ummm, p…pickle?” she stuttered, handed over a pickle slice as her face blushed.
 
Lucis smiled at her offer and clear unease at being touched. He leaned forward and took a loud crunching bite out of the slice while it was still in her hand. His fingers stroked the back of her hand leaving a slightly warm trail behind them, it was in truth a little bit of magic to make every touch or sensation a bit stronger, and more pronounced. He licked his lips slowly cleaning them of pickle juice. â??Mmm I must confess there is only one thing I like better then a good sour pickle.â? His eyes held the suggestion of his meaning clearly.
 
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