You Called?

[Lacewing]

This story is only Cgraven and myself. Fantasy setting a sorceress makes her first solo attempt to calling a demon.......



"You called?"


The sorceress Birdrine (Birdie for short) Laid out the diagram on the ground checking her small handbook of notes to make sure she had her calculations corrently, she was going to call a demon, her first solo attempt at such a thing and she didn't want to mess up. Her Mistress had always warned her that that would be very bad and the few demons she'd seem rather proved it since they were always in such a fowl mood at being called and bound to a duty the caller called for.

She wondered if there was ever a way to just 'ask' if someone wanted to help.

At this moment though she didn't have time to research a 'nice way' of calling a demon. Her mind traveled briefly to the reason, a man and her Mistress, and her Mistress telling the man to get a life she wasn't working for him and his petty ideals.

ANd now her teacher was dead.

She finished the diagram and happy she had all the wards correct she stepped back and began her incanation. Calling and carefully making sure she had everything Correct. Calling a lesser demon that should have enough power to take care of her revenge but not be beyond her Control.

Gemly gormain trulli hevevera.......

It went on like that for some time many words sounding like the other other than the accent.. and demon names were near impossible sometimes.. She grabbed one with the easiest name she could locate.

She hoped she pronounsed it right. WOuld be a pain if she did all this work and drained herself into the shielding for nothing!

 

[cgraven]

Hell was not one of the most pleasant of places to be. There was cold as hell, hot as hell, and just damnation. the odious murmuring of some petty human sorceress now disturbed what little enjoyment I had. The minor daemon Gothrain stirred, then settled again . The incantation was flawed because instead of Goth rain at the critical binding and summons she had used Gothwayne my name and I was no minor daemon but of the first order one that had fought Michele and was cast down.

Humm I might be interesting to see what fun I could have with this neophyte sorceress.


I appear to her in all my fearsome splendor, so hideous in a appearance, mere mortal’s quake at my sight.

A body of a man, three set of arms ending in clawed hands, eyes burning embers, skin cobalt blue, heat shimmering, and breathe of sulfur and brimstone.


“You Called Birdrine, How dare you disturbed me you mortal.”

I was ready to play my part, in the little drama I had in mind. Oh yes Birdrine would have her part tp play also. My black heart glowed in anticipation.

 

[Lacewing]

Birdie

"I summoned you" she was a small thing, atractive in an almost childish way. She sounded sure that she had it Correct, that nothing went wrong. The demon acted as most do when grabbed, she felt a little sorry about doing that it was something she herself really didn't have the heart to do, but this was a special case.

"Don't fight please. I just want you to do a simple job and then you can go home." she held up her hands and a perfect illusion of the target apeared "This man, Kill him, maul him, whatever I don't care what you do to him as long as he's not in the realm anymore"

Simple enough request.

 

[cgraven]

“Hummm You Called me for a simple murder, You hairless Ape. And then I am to return to hell and torment at the hands of the first order of daemons, because I was summoned. no My dear there must be a bitter barging than that….. Besides these things take time if they are to be done right.”

I study this young sorceress, quite calmly in appearance. Yes to move her in to harms way would be quite delightful to torment her life a joy. But we daemons where expected to be insulting and to bargain for a longer stay in thee realm of mortal where our powers where intensified ten fold. I study her and slowly took the shape and form of a man young and viral.. I waited for her next move . the game had begun.

 

[Lacewing]

"Not a simple murder if it was simple I'd do it myself, he's serrounded by powerful sorcerers, Most of whom arent' a match for me, but this man" and another illustion apeared of one of the stronger sorcerer's in the realm, actually the illustions were done with such ease to be either well practised or a very powerful magic user.


Her next trick was feat doubled that suppision she called up a 3 dementional figure of the palace from the ground and she looked at the newly formed statue "This is his place, feel free to take out as much as you want. I'm sure you might find a thing or two you may want to take back with you even. I do wish to be accomidating for your stay while it lasts, I just want you to do what I can't" she looked up her eyes full of a strenth of passion that turned her from comly to quite pretty. Her long silver hair framing her face in soft curls.

Right now her blazing eyes burned with a hatred that matched any in hell "I want him DEAD, I don't care of the cost"

 

[cgraven]

“I can take back anything I want, and you do not care the cost?.............Then as you have said it shall be.”


Birdie had been so intent on her vengeance that she had spoken in haste . she had made not one but two universal statements. I had accepted her terms, She had taken the first step in a dance with the devil. A dance once begun was impossible to stop.

‘You must lead me to this sorcerer lest he breaks your spell and turns me against you my pretty…………. Shall we go Luv?”

Ahhh an eternity to enjoy Birdie’s body , to torment her. Ahhh my young dove if only you knew.

 

[Lacewing]

Birdie had known she made two mistakes, two universal statements, but both ones she ment honestly.

She'd suffer an eternity for failing her Mistress and to see the bastered that killed her dead.

She nodded and consentrated making a brief motion to send the bindings to be carried with them as they went "Then we shall leave right?"

ANd she started in the direction of the palace, it wasn't far, this palace that the man she hated took over.

Revenge will be sweet. She hoped it was worth it.

 

[cgraven]

The neophyte wave her hands to keep the binding spell in tacked little realizing I am not the minor daemon she believes she has summoned, nor that in fact nothing at all binds me to her ,or protects her from my powers.

Yes I follow her as in her ignorance she leads me towards her goal Revenge.

Her only Thoughts Revenge for her mistress’s death. Now to toy with her a bit.

“Birdie who was your Mistress?....... Besides being your mentor was she your lover as well?...........Did the two of you pleasure each other?......Or was this man you seek to destroy….. Was he yours or her lover?......... Birdie have you ever experienced the pleasures of the flesh?

Ther was a mocking , temping quality to my voice as I questioned the neophyte sorceress. Each question a barb, a whip lashes biting into her soul and memory. Subtly I slipped in the images that would most torment Birdie, at the edge of her conscious thought as if they came from her own recollections and I watched to see their effect on this beautiful young creature.


Oh yes tormenting mortals , humans, these naked apes was a joy.

 

[Lacewing]

“Birdie who was your Mistress?....... Besides being your mentor was she your lover as well?...........Did the two of you pleasure each other?......Or was this man you seek to destroy….. Was he yours or her lover?......... Birdie have you ever experienced the pleasures of the flesh?


She hugged herself and shivered and made a face at the demon, what was it with these things and their perverted minds? She though was stronger than he expected and the images that haunted her at the edge of her mind were poent and already there.

She lived with a darkness every day of her life.

She raised an eyebrow at th demon "Had enough? Fine, so to answer your questions My Mistress of the Sorceress Felen F'true Debarby

She was my mother.

No we never shared 'pleasures of the flesh' and I was too damned busy studieing to be involved in such human activities.

The so called 'count' Hunte' as he calls himself was never involved with either my mistress or myself. He wanted us to work for him. Take the power of the F'true Debarby line into his own to use as he willed for petty desires of world domination."

She kepted walking then more quietly "What's the use in ruling the world. It will die soon anyway just an empty ball of sparks of life here and there than fade so that new sparks apear, one day they won't anymore so who the hell cares."

darkly "I watched him kill the mistress, unable to battle the gang of petty sorcerers and thier pets."

The image in her mind was likely very entertaining for the demon, her bound by ropes of magic that she could have broken so easily if it wasn't that there were so many spells layered over her, and one of the socerer's 'pets' taking advantage of the bound girl's body.

The Count slowly had her mistress in the same state, and flayed the skin from her body one layer at a time as he tried to force her to work for him, till she died.

The amachure likely had not ment for her to die so quickly. But he was never the master of torcher her mistress was. But the flow of power that came to Bridie that moment flooded h4er, allowed her to escape before the twisted count tried the same tactic on her, but she had been too hurt and too heart sore to have killed him then and he had been too well protected.

So she had ran.

And planned

And once this was done her life would be over anyway.

 

[cgraven]

Birdie’s mind lent so many delight full avenues to take up to torment her. The fact that the pet had amused itself with fondling her nubile form was one yet it had not penetrated her just tormented her with intimate touches. Seem its master had rersevered certain joys for himself. The failure to wheel her power, when needed, that she ran when she could. The despair that flooded every inch of her being now.

All offered delightful potential.


“Birdie then you did see your Mistress, your mother truly dead striped of all her arcane power, truly dead?......... Not an illusion, to make you run,……. leaving her defenseless……….You did say they had laid layer upon layer of spells on you,…… a bit distracted by the pets attention....that you should have been able to breaker free………How strange you could not?....Almost as if they wanted you to run,.... to abandon your Mistress….Your Mother.”


Birdie’s pride, was a weakness as well as her despair. The true cruelty was that all I said could be very true.

 

[Lacewing]

She shook her head and he himself sw why she'd know.

All the family of her family would know when one dies. There was no difference, her failure wast that she didn't do anything to stop it, her mistress had to proform the final right of power sending to give her enough to get away. To flee.

She sighed and wlaked on in silence, she didn't care so much what he said now. Just wanted this over with.

She didn't know her heart sank deeper, despare flooding the girl's mind who was already so full as to call a demon and not care if after this was done she died.

She felt dead already in her heart.

 

[cgraven]

“So you want to die little one , good so much the better as your family’s arcane power will fade from this world with you. As to our bargain I will let you know when the fist payment will be.”

We now stood before the castle of her foe. Wizards, mages and all kinds of magic wheeleders blocked our way. I reverted to my true form and a good half slinked away rather to face their masters wrath than to face me. The other where franticly setting wards of protection, pitiful really in their feebleness.

Now the first payment Birdie. Surrender all your arcane power to me except that needed for your binding spell. That will hold as firm as it has from the start.”

The time of retribution is at hand

 

[Lacewing]

If that is the way it would be, she thought to herself. Perhaps the demon would be kind enough to at least kill her quick. Though it did not seem to be their nature but closing her eyes she reached out and likely to the shock of the demon she touched his shoulder and he felt the flood of power.

All of her power.


In it was enough to tear the wards she set apart and she knew it, the look in her eyes showed that she knew it and figured that she woudl die, she only hoped he'd stay with the bargan, kill the bastard that killed her mother.

Her eyes were so very soft, so full of feeling.

She honestly thinks that her line dies today.

 

[cgraven]

Her touch the flow of power , I drink it in , she feels the wards she laid missing, her mind believes these too she has surrendered . Her eyes soft , lovely she is so very desirable at this moment with out the arcane power she is but an innocent virgin still..

What followed next was not for eyes open for the 1st time in her young life. No longer shield by arcane power her soul and body vulnerable the scene that played out was from the deepest pits of hell all the magic users condemned to levels of hell to be striped of their powers. The weakest to the upper levels of the inferno. The stronger lower in the black abyss. Till finally Monsieur le Count Hunte'
Was placed in one of the seen heads mouth to reside in unending torment for eternity.



It is done Birdie your revenge is taken. Did you enjoy it little one?.....was it worth it?”

 

[Lacewing]

She watched the seen her gaze going so very cold then she was brought out of her revrey as he spoke to her and she blinked then, nodded
"yes" her hand still laid on the demon's shoulder she made o move, after a moment she dropped the hand and turned facing away from the carnage behind. The task done she would never look back. No giult or pitty or wish she had done something different. Some of the despare was actually eased, but not lifted.

The only step she had left to do was to die.

"I'm sorry mother" she murmered only to herself, "Our line will be no more."

 

[cgraven]

A clawed hand lifts Birdie child like face, The glowing embers that pace for my eyes. Glow crimson.

“Now the second payment Birdie, Your line will not pass for that would not please me. It shall continue….. You my Virginal Birdie will now give your self body and soul to me on this field of carnage. Here where your vengeance triumphed you will sacrifice your virginity to me Now….. ther will be a third payment but not now little one.”


I pause as I watch her and wait for her response.

 

[Lacewing]

Her eyes widen in complete shock and she starts to shiver. For the line to not end ment.. she had to live, but.. She gave the demon all her power she.. had nothing

except the one thing he said she was to give him.

Her eyes were suddenly filled iwth fear and she backed up renching her face from his hand she turned tail and ran.

 

[Lacewing]

OOC: just a fast drawing of Bridie

 

[cgraven]

Yes Bride ran and she ran and she ran. And when she could no longer run, collapsed on the ground panting the very air she need to sustain life, searing her lungs and looked up there I was. Looking down at her.

“Bride you can run, but you can not hide.

"I want him DEAD, I don't care of the cost".…………. I mock her with her own words.

"Bride now is the time to start paying the price for you revenge. Stand and disrobe now so I may take you!...........You made the bargain….. You set the terms. Now I shall start to collect my pay….”The Devil’s Due”.

 

[Lacewing]

Bridie sat back and shook her head violently drawing back hardly able to breath holding her cloak around herself like a shield. "You have my power already!" she tried in a horse wisper since she could not breath.


She thought when she made that that the demon would only want to kill her, she was ready for that, but to be.. used.... like the sorcerer's pet used her...

 

[cgraven]

“Bride You must pay your debts . I fulfilled my portion of the bargain. Now you must fulfill yours.”



My eyes burned in to hers. Then I reveled her fate if she did not cooperate.


Oh yes she would go to hell suspended in the bowls of the pit , not in death but alive. Alive there to be used as a sexual amusement for the legions of imps, minor daemons and major daemons. Till they tired of her then torments of other kinds. This till she was old and withered . then death. Her youth restored to suffer the same throughout the endless corridors of time ….. for eternity.

“It is time to pay Bride!”

 

[Lacewing]

She shook with the image in her mind and stood shaking under his gaze and looked up into his cold firy eyes and slowly she began to remove her garments, her cloake first reveiling her soft skin and the miriades of powered tattoos the reason for her ability to cast such powerful spells so quickly the booster spells and common spells one would cast often branded into her hide so that only a trigger is needed to activate them.

Her eyes never left his as she dropped her dress then slowly removed her pants and shoes, soon left without anything, naked under his gaze.

She stood there, and waited.

 

[cgraven]

Bride stands ther now naked, only adorned with the mystical symbols of arcane power, now drab and lifeless, mere patterns on her skin. Three sets of clawed hands roman and explore her nubile body each finding small hidden areas that bring her joy. Once found they are exploited to bring pleasure to the confused and desperate girl.

Nipples and breasts massaged and stimulated. Neck and earlobes tormented by light firry kisses and suckling. Inner thighs racked by clawed hands. Till her labia, delicious rose pedal folds are divided and her clitoris stimulated and teased, bring Bride to the edge of euphoria.

My touches are gentle, quite unexpected all most tender in their nature. All designed to torment Bride with extreme pleasure.

 

[Lacewing]

She finds herself arching into his touch, her body enjoying what her mind screamed she should not, tears came to her eyes mixed from the extream feelings of pleasure where such things never gave her before to the betrayal she felt twords her body.

She didn't WANT to enjoy this, but as he touched her private parts gental minstrations that stimulated and made her shiver with need she couldn't help but lean closer panting, wanting, every fiber of her set suddenly on fire and drowning in his sent.

 

[cgraven]

At first there is utter disgust in Bride’s eyes, her whole being tenses with loathing. Yet slowly her youthful body, full of its own need arches to my touch, and it doses I some the shape of Bride’s fantasized lover. I let my appearance be molded to an image that is comparable with the burning desirer growing in the pit of her stomach.


Bride’s nipples swell, taunt, hard as pearls, between my fingers. Held in my fiendish embrace she is guided to a reclining position. Her young, silken, trembling, thighs, parted, held open, as my mouth replaces that singled clawed finger. Bride’s vagina already glistens with the first pearly drops of her excitement. And my tongues lashes it, bring unknown joy to the inexperienced girl.