Thread: An Improper Summoning (Translucentfeathers & Demonic Desires)

RE An Improper Summoning translucentfeathers x demonic desires The realm which demons call home is one of pure chaos and yet elegant simplicity. Nothing in this world has a true physical form, with all life existing as a swirling cloud of consciousness which barely perceives the outside world. On occasion the denizens of the realm flexed their mental facilities and temporarily manifested in what could be called a body, but for the most part it was deemed crude and unnecessary to do so. This gave the entire place a sense of feeling like an endless void, interspersed with bright and vibrant sparks of life. In short, the sense of peace and tranquillity that such a life provided was immeasurable. This was why despite it being several hundred years since Vratsia had last been summoned, she had done little more than simply relax and consume a few lesser demons which strayed too close to strengthen her own essence. All the same, after such a very long time, it took the demon a moment to realise what was going on. It seemed like something was tugging at her, but that was impossible, she didnt have a body until with a violent swirl and contraction, the ephemeral shape that was her being railed against the force that was growing greater and greater. The rage that flooded her mind was nothing short of animalistic, yet again she was to be wrenched from her home, this place of perfect tranquillity, to serve the whim of some interfering mortal. The tugging grew stronger, more insistent, and grew almost to the pain of verging on painful. With revulsion, Vratsia exerted her will, taking on the physical form that she often chose for first encounters. Forming in the void and seeming to coalesce out of lilac coloured smoke floated a woman like no other. At almost six feet tall she was still rather narrow of build, except for where the curves of her hip and impressive bust stood out. Her intimate regions while fully formed, were covered by garments that seemed to be made out of shiny black scales, which only served to further highlight the dusky blue tone of her perfectly smooth skin. As if she were not yet strange enough, the demon added a pair of large curled rams horns to the guise, and two twin pairs of bone-ribbed wings that ended in razor points. Answering the summons, as she knew that she must lest she be destroyed, Vratsia surrendered the hold that she had on the realm she called home, and with a lurching sensation was forcibly yanked into that of the humans. Having something of a flair for the dramatic, rather than simply appearing instantly, the demon caused a tremendous rumbling sound and swathed herself in midnight black smoke, before clearing it with a powerful beat of her wings, lashing her barbed tail behind her and hissing with fangs bared, eyes filled with a blazing challenge that radiated hatred and a desire for vengeance. Something was wrong though, or rather, something should have been wrong but wasnt. When summoned this way, the summoned should have bound Vratsias magic. She could feel it though, coursing through the veins she had created as strongly as ever. It was her own still, she was summoned, but unbound. Breaking the glare she had on Gwyneth the demon gave a cursory glance to her surroundings. Many of the objects seemed strange, but something else stood out. The chalk markings on the floor, the summoner was standing inside them. Vrastia couldnt believe her luck, this was almost too good to be true! The idea was that she was supposed to be summoned on the inside of the drawings, which would contain her within them. But this? She thread back her head and delighted laughter pealed from between perfect white teeth. This could be over so very soon, all she had to do was kill the one who had summoned her but the summoner was standing inside the circle. If Vrastia crossed the markings, she would be bound just as if shed been summoned within them. Well well, looks like somebody messed up she chided in an almost amused tone, settling down to wait the human out. Youre stuck in that tiny little circle, with a pissed off demon between you and the door. Your move, mortal.