Thread: More than the summoner bargained for  (Stickyfun x ThomasRHellsing)

StickyFun said Sandra smirked as she finally finished the circle on the living room floor of her apartment, the book still open in her hands. She had found it in the college library during one of her isolated study sessions....oh they were always isolated.....nobody ever wanted to be around her after all...her entire life she had been shunned, ridiculed, outright beaten for no reason...even her parents....well....no more...she wasn't going to stand for it any longer. Recently Sandra had found this book....been dabbling in its contents....through it she had discovered that magic was indeed real....and not just magic, but demons....and now she was about to summon one....summon a powerful demon and bind it to her will in order to take her revenge. The summoning circle had taken hours to draw. Everything had to be perfect, not just for the summoning, but the binding as well. If one thing was wrong then the demon would be out of control, she couldn't allow that....she had to control it, direct the demons wrath to kill only the ones she wanted. Alright....alright it's perfect... The girl smirked, then closed the book, setting it aside and clasping her hands together as she started to chant, standing at the edge of the summoning circle. A moment later, the circle started to glow, the various symbols glowing brighter and brighter, illuminating the room as magical energy crackled in the air. Yes....yes it was coming....she could feel it! With a final burst of magical energy, the spell was complete, smoke filling the room and obscuring the efforts of her work....but it was clearing...leaving Sandra to wait until she could see the demon she had summoned and bound to her will. That's it.....you'll take my revenge for me.... Click to expand... A long low chuckle echoed, the power behind it echoed without being that loud. As the smoke left he became visible, skin as white as paper, eyes that looked almost human on the outside, however upon looking into the attractive blue eyes a feeling of pain and dread was sent, no soul, no remorse. He wore a black suit, a three pieces one, with a crimson vest. The tie he wore had vertical crimson stripes, but was black. It was obvious the suit was custom made, or at least seemed to be on his eyes were simple glasses that looked to be made out of some kind of black metal. On his feet, and arms were what seemed to be armored gauntlets and boots like some demonic knight might wear. The majority of the gauntlets but the black metal hands were hidden by a crimson coat the color an odd mix of black and red depending on hos the light hit it. His hair was white blond, brushed back it almost looked to be gelled however it reached his lower back, the back in an asian or indian style braid. A fedora rested easily on his head. He was tall, easily 6' 6, and wide broad chested like a martial artist or swimmer however. The demon chuckled, hearing what she said, he licked his teeth, the left incisor on the top, and bottom one on the right gold plated, while the upper one on the left and bottom one on the right were coated by some type of black shiny metal. A silver chain hung around his neck, almost identifiable as bling, except where the center piece was supped to be was an upside down cross. Looking her dead in the eye, the demon spoke, it's voice low, but still pleasant to hear, like a bell or wind, even a rain storm, And why would I do that? Demons were slaves, that was true, however ones as strong as him weren't puppets. A single mistake, a single screw up, or trick pulled off just right, meant they were free. It had been nearly a century since he'd been to earth he wondered what had changed.