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Thread: Some Kind of Hero [Nihilistic_Impact and Sigr]

The rancid air that surrounded them wasn't better than the situation itself, smoke and salt making the air noxious, as slavery poisoned people's souls. Galatea was no stranger to low quality air, even if the salty trace was a first, she had been living her whole life with faulty and poor air filters in the arcology. Part of her task was in fact making sure they were at least on working conditions, an awful task that at least had the reward of keeping her and her 'sisters' alive. Returning Erlea's tight grasp, she felt a bit safer, but Galatea herself wanted to help her friend, her captain, even if there was little she could do at the moment to offer relief. For a moment she thought about asking for water, but even the inexperienced girl knew enough to see that such a petition would surely go poorly. Shielding her eyes from the sun with her free hand, Galatea eyed the people around. Some of them carried their own slaves to the sale, so it had to be some kind of scheduled event. Others seemed to be there as buyers, judging by their more lavish clothes and all sorts of containers and bags. As a grotesquely obese man draped in unending layers of white silks dropped a pouch, Galatea could see that the iridescent content that spilled from the brown fabric were none other than pearls. Of course, the one picking those lustrous spheres to return them to their owner was a slave, promptly prodded by a gadget that seemed to be designed with electrical punishment in mind. Averting her eyes from the sorry display, Galatea noticed that the crowd wasn't just formed of dealers and slaves, as there was a third kind of people there that seemed to have an interest for it. The ones that dealt in flesh and soul were horrible enough to make one's stomach churn, but it was the rest of the crowd the ones that both unnerved Galatea, making her feel more queasy than the sickening air itself could have ever done. Judging by the expression on her faces, the half caught words as more slaves were reigned in, there were people there for the show. What kind of wretched world had they ended it where some kind of bid for slaves was an eagerly awaited entertainment? Hiding her face from the sun with hand and hair, turning it around trying to avoid it was working for the time being, but Galatea's black skin suit wasn't made for such an environment. Even if she hid on her taller's friend shadow, she was starting to sweat considerably, but had to endure until a buyer presented that would ideally get them both. It was bizarre thinking of being bought by a slaver as salvation, but for the time being it was their only way out from that situation. After all, they wouldn't want to harm the merchandise they bought, or so Galatea hoped. It's starting... she whispered, seeing how one average male slave was paraded for all to see, rendering a few timid bids before changing hands. To buy a person's freedom so fast, so easily... Galatea's lips uttered a sigh, part of her eager to go on with the process, another part scared of how it could go.
Thread: Some Kind of Hero [Nihilistic_Impact and Sigr]

Corpulance must have been a sign of wealth on Scamander from what Erlea was seeing. The more people a person bought the heavier set the buyer was. Some of them had been carried in on palaquins while others road grav sleds either option showed off the wealth of the individual. When it was her turn Erlea was dragged out of the shade and paraded while bids were shouted to the auctioneer. There was no hurry in his voice as he called out his responses but when no one dared raise the price he was forced to end the bid. Erlea had no idea how much she had been sold for and vainly hoped it had at least bled the buyer a little. Looking towards Galatea she smiled as she was lead away to her new master. He was an obese man of some considerable height which made him look like some egg on stilts. His bald head shimmered with sweat and his clothes dazzled as foreign constructed fabrics flickered through a riot of shapes and colors. Around him where five body guards wearing form fitting leather armor with knives worn openly, to which she payed especial attention.
Thread: Some Kind of Hero [Nihilistic_Impact and Sigr]

Galatea tried to keep eye contact with Erlea as those monsters bid on her, even if she felt the notion nauseating. No one could own her, as Erlea was free to roam the stars as she pleased, blazing a trail whose light was a guide for Galatea. And yet, there she was, being demeaned and dragged to the towering presence of an obscene mockery of a man, a ridiculous specimen that dressed as he was some kind of gift to the world, wrapped in garish fabrics. It was painful to look at him, but it would be way worse if the two of them got separated, so she did her best to look appealing and attractive to him, even if as she walked out of the shade all she could do was to hide her disgust and keep facing his general direction. If the heat was bad under the shade, standing under the sun in her black jumpsuit made her feel miserable, cooked with her own sweat. She normally wore layers that would prevent such a thing even in a harsh environment like that, but since she had been stripped down to her last layer the same as Erlea, she didn't have such protection. Starting to feel dizzy, Galatea looked at the one that bought Erlea, to see in horror that he didn't seem interested on her. As if her worst thoughts were made true, she would have to resort to expose herself, to bare her body if she wanted his attention. Hoping that Erlea would put good word with her buyer, providing she was allowed to talk, Galatea took a deep breath and steeled herself to what she was about to do. Awkwardly releasing the clasp of her suit's neck with her still cuffed hands, the frontal zipper to her skintight suit was accessible. It was just a mere gesture that precluded the show, but she could already see a rise in interest from some of the buyers, once shy bids hastening in pace, rising in volume. Galatea unzipped the suit until the end, just above her mound, but managing more than the peek of snow white skin that such a meager opening allowed was a struggle, both physical and mental. She managed to uncover her shoulders and show more of her unblemished skin, as Galatea felt the bite of both sun and stares, making her breathing faster and more shallow. The one conducting the bid wasn't foreign to her intentions, so he approached Galatea from her back to lend a helping hand of his own. Distracted with the noise, she wasn't aware of his change of position until his rough, dry hands grazed her shoulders as he took hold of the suit. Wha- Galatea mumbled, lowering her arms and turning her face, as the man pulled her suit down in a single brutish pull, making it bunch around her waist and wrists where it didn't go further. Exposed from the waist up, her small perky breasts were for all to ogle, finally managing to garner the interest of the one that bought her friend. Unable to cover herself with the bunched suit difficulting her to raise her hands, all she could do was to try and cover herself with her upper arms, something that barely hid her pink nipples and pressed her flesh together.
Thread: Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Rakith lay in his chambers in the lower planes of Hell. Nothing special for him to do. He'd tortured the souls that deserved it. But that was his job. Sure once in a while it got exciting and became fun if he got a particularly rich or famous person in life.. Who didn't believe they would wind up in Hell with the other lost souls. Those were the ones he liked.. Watching as the smug look faded from their faces as he melted them off. But now he was bored. And a bored demon was never a good thing for anyone but the demon. Worlds got razed because creatures like him got bored. The last time he was bored, he had started Mt Vesuvius to erupt and bury Pompei. The terror and screams had kept him happy and smiling for centuries. That was when he felt it. Somebody was trying to call him into the mortal world. He could feel the magic as it wove around his body. But there was something different... He could feel that whoever was doing this would have nowhere near the power to control him. Meaning he would be free to do as he would in that realm.. His mouth started to salivate at the thought of the mayhem he could wreck. The summons was taking hold and his home was fading into the fire surrounding him. When he could see again, he saw a young woman, was she even twenty? Lovely blonde hair and a ripe body. Well he knew what he would do first... The flames flashed across the tatoos that covered his body as he stood before her in his naked glory. His voice boomed, Foolish child... You know you can't control me.. Are you prepared to pay the price of your error? You know you will pay. You cannot stop me. He stepped out of the circle and grabbed her by the red cloak she wore and pulled her to her feet. She was short enough that she was barely able to keep her toes on the floor when he brought her up to look her in the eyes. This would an important first interaction. How would she handle this, he wondered. I am Rakith the Destroyer. I have made many worlds lifeless.. What do you offer me to sate my need for destruction?
Thread: Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

She was quiet when he appeared, blue eyes assessing what exactly she had summoned into the mortal realm she called home. His initial greeting irritated her and she felt her lip twitch in frustration. He already knew she couldn't control him, which didn't bode well for her. She couldn't even fake the ability or power if he could already sense it. Child . She hated being considered a child, though to a demon she supposed it was more than accurate. Pay? Ceci mused quietly, gazing up at the nude demon with a slight curve to her lips. As I see it..I just gave you a free pass to the earth realm...Shouldn't you be thanking me? She had to twist the situation in any way she could. The hand that shot out from the circle disrupted her flow of magic, breaking her hold easily and sending the magic shattering to the ground. Ceci gasped, the loss of her circle making her chest constrict with pain. It had taken a lot of magic and to lose it all at once was one heck of a punch. Her cloak was seized, forcing her to the tips of her toes to look him in the eye. She remained silent, meeting his gaze defiantly, her lips set in a stubborn line. What did she offer him? She had little to offer a Demon of Destruction and Chaos. Rakith She let his name roll off her tongue, hiding the fear that she actually felt within her tight chest. Ceci lifted her hands, the cloak parting to show the thin blue nightgown beneath, covering her slim, but supple curves, to the knee. Hands lifted, she motioned to the cabin around her. I have little of value here...But I summoned a demon to aid me in a hunt Ceci carefully worded her explanation. A hunt for my parents murderer. I have thoughts to believe they died by the hands of a nearby village. There are many lives there I would offer to you...to sate your destructive desires The Demon could and most likely would take whatever he wanted, there was nothing that could stop him. But she hoped the offer would at least amuse him. Of course.if you have the interest in helping me She added, Certainly a deal can be made? Ceci questioned, a slim brown rising in curiosity. What is your strength and time worth? She asked. The only tell of her fear was the frantic beating of her heart, her pulse rapid through the vein in her neck.
Thread: Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Her gaze didn't waver from him, letting him steal all of her focus. When he released her, she stumbled, swaying on her feet and taking a cautious step back. He had stated his careless opinion of her problem, but he didn't dismiss her offer for a deal. It kept her from losing all of her confidence, the defiant gleam still glowing in her eyes. She had summoned a Demon Prince, something that had be accidental, but also a great feat. Ceci was proud of herself, but the fact that she couldn't control him was still an issue. The witch tensed when he waved his hand, unsure at first what he was doing. When he merely clothed himself, she relaxed. A clothed Demon was better than an aroused and naked one. My parents were a witch and a warlock, yes Ceci replied, answering his questions as they came. We are currently in the year 1586 She answered thoughtfully, struggling to remember the year for herself. She didn't know what he was speaking of, her gaze turning somewhat confused. He did however make it known that he liked to cause havoc. She wasn't dealing with a simple demon at all. He could feel her fear, but she refused to show it. Ceci tilted her chin, her eyes narrowing. But the Demons comment regarding her clothes made her jaw drop in surprise. What!? She gasped. The audacity to suggest such a thing took away all of her tightly reigned emotions. Seconds later she felt the woosh of her clothes falling off and the chill of the room caress her skin. Cecilia cried out in horror, her hands flying to cover her exposed breasts and pelvis. Her breasts were full and heavy beneath her arm, her chest heaving as a thread of panic started to settle in. She was naked. She had NEVER been bare before another person that hadn't been her mother. When he approached her, looming over her in an intimidating stance, she shied away. Despite her obvious discomfort and fear, her eyes still glared up at him. I summoned you. I cannot control one of your power. I will be dead or taken in one way or another. I care not for the world's safety. It has done little for me.. Ceci explained coolly, her voice wavering slightly. If I amuse you...the world I care not for will benefit She reasoned quietly. He mentioned helping her, but his price was one that she could not offer. Her body and, in time, her soul. The secrets I seek are not worth your price.. Ceci snapped, her bright eyes filled with fury. My soul is my own She took another step back, her arms wrapped around her body as if it could protect her. Ceci had been alone for much of her life, so no man had ever wished for her body. The closest men were a day away and afraid of her. The thought of giving her body to a Demon was terrifying. If I refuse your price...will you leave and create your chaos elsewhere? She doubted it, but she couldn't help but ask. As she asked her questions, she continued to inch away from his looming presence.
Thread: Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Rakith found her attempts to cover her body amusing. Apparently, it was one thing to summon a demon from Hell. But another thing entirely to allow a breast or a little pubic hair to been seen by said demon. Humans were funny sometimes. That she believed her soul was her own was almost laughable. She clearly didn't yet understand how this worked. If you summoned something you couldn't control, your soul generally speaking was assumed forfeit. All he was asking of her was her body, and her compliance. He could force the issue, and would most likely. So in essence, all he was offering her was the choice and to get something for it. Despite her reaction, he haughtiness, his deal was as fair as a mortal could expect from a Demon Prince. He wanted to watch her squirm. Perhaps she would amuse him enough that he would go easy on her soul when he owned it. By amusing me, you help yourself. Not just this world which you scorn. If I was capable of sympathy I would offer it, though I am not so there we are. As to your soul.. You really are new at this aren't you? If somebody summons something too big for their britches, the soul is the first thing you lose. Close your eyes.... Look inward.... You will see the fires of Hell and my face laughing. Trapping her against the wall, he lifted her chin up to face him once again. She would feel his growing bulge pressed hard against her body. He towered a good foot over her, and he glared down at her unsympathetically. You see, my dear I already have you. You belong to me for Eternity, his voice took on an ominous tone. What I offered you was a kindness, not an impossible price. I can take your body any time I want it. And I will, repeatedly. But out of respect for your bravery and fire within you, i offered you a choice first. His hands moved along her smooth skin, taking first one hand and then the other and pressing them up above her head to restrain her using his massive and powerful hand. Leaning in so close she could feel the heat of his breath against her neck, he told her, You will be my slave. What you had in mind for me, Cecilia. Yes, I know your name, girl. I know your family. You are but the latest in a line of witches and warlocks. At least your grandmother knew her business. Placing his mouth on hers, he kissed her with the same force she had felt when her circle broke, intense enough to take her breath away and forceful to convey that in his mind she was already his plaything. As the kiss ended, he whispered, Refuse if you want, young lady.. But my pet you shall be either way.
Thread: Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Rakith felt her squirm beneath his control. Knew that she knew that she was his, and that there was nothing she could do about it. Yet she fought. And fought hard. Her grandmother would be proud. That one had been a scary witch. And he could see Ceci growing to surpass her one day, with his help. His help had already been secured years earlier. That was something he hadn't told her just yet. That she had already been traded to him for her own future. But he enjoyed her fight. It was arousing. Well truthfully nearly everything about her was. Her spirit was simply one of his favorites. He would in time, tame it, but he would try not to break it entirely. Feeling her magic returning, he suspected that he was in for a little fight. And that was fine with him. Nothing like a good battle and victory to make the prize tastier. Still. Why risk hurting her? And damage his new toy. After all, the deal had been to protect her and make her powerful. And he would, as his pet. Increasing the power of his grip on her hands he lifted her by the wrists so that her feet were fully off the ground. I own you, even before you tried to summon me. Did you not wonder how you got a Prince with a simple summons? How you made such a glaring mistake? You who your grandmother promised you would one day surpass her? How do you think she knew that? He let the questions sink in. She wasn't stupid she would figure it out. She had actually performed the spell perfectly. She just didn't the power to bind him. Nor, due to the pact already made, would she ever be able to. She would have the strength but he had the blood pact signed overruling it. His mouth covered hers again, harder and more intense then before as he bit her bottom lip as he pulled back. The fact is, your family knew the villagers wanted to kill them.. They made a bargain for your life. And your future. They traded you to me, with the understanding that I would protect you, and train you to become a powerful witch. Do you remember the day your grandmother asked you for help where you pricked your finger accidentally and the blood ruined her spell? It didn't ruin it.. it sealed it... His hand freely roamed her fresh virgin body. She would be a treat. Pushing a finger inside her soft womanhood, he gave her a taste of what was waiting for her. When he got just enough of her dew on his finger, he brought it to his lips and licked it clean before her eyes. Then he let her down. Go to the kitchen. Third tile from the left, knock twice and speak my name... The truth is there.
Thread: Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

If it had been possible for him to feel pity, he might have felt it in that moment for the girl. Her entire world view had just been made a lie to her. That couldn't be easy for her. Add in the loneliness she felt was now filled with horror knowing that he had been there all along waiting for her to summon him. Waiting for her so he could claim his prize. But in the end, he was what he was, and so rather than pity, he gloried in her dismay and rage. His tattoos glowed brightly in the darkness as he fed from her emotional outburst. They were so bright, they lit the room as if it was daylight. Sensing the blade flying at him rather than seeing it, he moved deftly from its path and grabbed it by the hilt as it passed him. Very nice indeed. I am going to enjoy taming you, Ceci. Very very much. Marveling at the light show she was putting on which in turn fed his own, he smiled. You are indeed going to be a powerful witch. Once you learn to control this power within you. And you will, with my help. Absorbing as much of the raw uncontrolled magic as he could, he turned in the direction of the village. Letting it back out, it came as a powerful flame that erupted from his mouth, and as it moved away from him it became a gleaming ball of fire. It went out the window and into the woods. Where scant seconds later there was a loud explosion. Through the darkness, she would see the fire in the direction of the village. The one that created this mess for her ultimately. The terror and carnage fueled him further until he lifted from the floor in the room, power radiating from his fingers, mouth and toes. He let out a powerful roar of pleasure as he took in the death he had sowed. As the room quieted down, he returned to the floor. Looking at her, he pulled her up off the floor and against his frame. If she had thought his bulge was hard and large before, it was more son now that he was at full erection. No, Ceci, your family will not end with you being owned by a demon. I will be seeing to that personally.
Thread: Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Ceci could feel as Rakith absorbed the magic around them. The air became breathable and her emotions stalled out. The blade in his hand startled her, finally realizing that she had sent it propelling towards him. He was so much more powerful than she could have imagined, and her stupid magic had summoned him right to her front door. Worse , right into her home. The world was crumbling around her, and as she watched a flame zing from his mouth, her eyes wide as it traveled out of her window and towards the village, she realized just how hopeless her fight was becoming. The explosion that followed his own magic resulted in the obvious destruction of the village. Cecilia's legs gave out from beneath her, the cloak spread around her in a circle as she slumped to the floor. No... She whispered, Rakith's roar filling her ears as she let the weight of her predicament fall down on her shoulders. Just like that he had killed so many of the humans of the village. It had taken him no effort at all. And she belonged to him. For eternity. Her magic had fizzled out after his show of power, her mind numb as she tried to fight her way out of reality. She didn't even see Rakith approach her, nor did she feel him when he pulled her up to her feet, where she stood silently pressed to his body. It was his statement of her family line not ending that shocked her out of her state of oblivious. She felt his erection then, pressed firmly against her. Ceci shook her head, No...Rakith.... She shook her head again, desperation filling her eyes, You... Her pride was stopping her from begging, but she was so close to crumbling. Her state of mind had taken a hard hit and she was still struggling to recover, resulting in her state of hopeless fear and pitiful pleas. Please don't do this... She whispered. Isn't there anything that will make you agree to ignore this contract? Ceci inquired, Anything at all... She asked. Her eyes brightened, Does it have to be for eternity? She scrambled for anything. Anything to give her a future to look forward to. Can we make a new deal?