Summons.
When I was sixteen, the demon laughed at my requests. Looking back, I don’t blame it.
I had the neighbour’s cat staked to the center of the portal design I had chalked on to the floor. My incantation, while talented for such a novice, was full of holes.
I truly think that the only reason that the demon didn’t take my soul right there was out of pity. I remember the demon showing up surprised, almost as if it was in mid-conversation. It had had a busy day. Its soul chamber was heavy and glowing.
I was lucky that I had summoned it so late in the day. One more soul, especially one as weak as mine, wasn’t going to make a difference and I guess the demon had already hit its quota. It was at the end of its shift.
With a something like a sigh, it gave a shake of its shaggy head. Its massive horns swayed back and forth as it chuckled. It looked down at my designs and then back at me with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“Demon, by the laws and conventions of Agramm-Nohep with the agreed upon truces set forth in the Conflict Convention, I bind you to this plane!” I shouted.
It shrugged, set its soul-jar down on the floor near its smoking hooves, stretched, and stepped out of the circle over to where I was standing.
“Do you bind me to this place peacefully without recourse to harm to do your bidding?” it asked. It stopped about an arm’s length away from me.
I pissed myself. My homework caught on fire. The lampshade near my workstation started to melt.
“Uh, yes?” I squeaked.
“And do you realize that you used an incantation to call a sixth-level mage collector from the timestream while only using binding spells that wouldn’t hold anything above a time-anchored third-level?” it asked. Its braided tails traced a smoking trail on the floor through the chalk of the failed binding design.
I nodded, paralyzed.
“And do you realize that the cat is spayed? And that you have to use cocaine or bone dust to draw the sigil? Hm?” it queried, looking back at the design.
I could feel my eyebrows singing. I was getting a sunburn.
“N-n-no. Actually. I didn’t.” I stammered.
“Kids.” Said the demon with a laugh and stepped back into the circle. I heard screams from his soul jar when he picked it up. The cat caught fire.
“Going down.” It said, and disappeared.
I put out the fires in my room. It was a long night after that.
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I had the neighbour’s cat staked to the center of the portal design I had chalked on to the floor. My incantation, while talented for such a novice, was full of holes.
I truly think that the only reason that the demon didn’t take my soul right there was out of pity. I remember the demon showing up surprised, almost as if it was in mid-conversation. It had had a busy day. Its soul chamber was heavy and glowing.
I was lucky that I had summoned it so late in the day. One more soul, especially one as weak as mine, wasn’t going to make a difference and I guess the demon had already hit its quota. It was at the end of its shift.
With a something like a sigh, it gave a shake of its shaggy head. Its massive horns swayed back and forth as it chuckled. It looked down at my designs and then back at me with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
“Demon, by the laws and conventions of Agramm-Nohep with the agreed upon truces set forth in the Conflict Convention, I bind you to this plane!” I shouted.
It shrugged, set its soul-jar down on the floor near its smoking hooves, stretched, and stepped out of the circle over to where I was standing.
“Do you bind me to this place peacefully without recourse to harm to do your bidding?” it asked. It stopped about an arm’s length away from me.
I pissed myself. My homework caught on fire. The lampshade near my workstation started to melt.
“Uh, yes?” I squeaked.
“And do you realize that you used an incantation to call a sixth-level mage collector from the timestream while only using binding spells that wouldn’t hold anything above a time-anchored third-level?” it asked. Its braided tails traced a smoking trail on the floor through the chalk of the failed binding design.
I nodded, paralyzed.
“And do you realize that the cat is spayed? And that you have to use cocaine or bone dust to draw the sigil? Hm?” it queried, looking back at the design.
I could feel my eyebrows singing. I was getting a sunburn.
“N-n-no. Actually. I didn’t.” I stammered.
“Kids.” Said the demon with a laugh and stepped back into the circle. I heard screams from his soul jar when he picked it up. The cat caught fire.
“Going down.” It said, and disappeared.
I put out the fires in my room. It was a long night after that.
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