Thread: Incubus Dreams  (Mallkior & Rapedoll)

Hours passed as Issac kept himself locked away in his basement ritual chamber, chanting and meditating as he manipulated the energies of both his own world and those of the demons. Never before had Issac attempted to bring a greater demon such as an incubus into the human plane. He had summoned a few imps before just to prove to himself that he could. They were tricky little devils but were weak-willed and easily controlled. He had even summoned a pair of hellhounds once which were even easier to control do to their animalistic nature. He had considered summoning a succubus before to serve his own desires but the tome strongly warned against the powers of the succubi. How could the incubus be different? It would not have the power to seduce him but it would be every bit as powerful in all other aspects. Of course, this was why it was being summoned as a spiritual entity instead of in its physical form. It could not harm him as a spirit, he thought, and once it had delivered Rachel to him he would immediately banish it. Time crept onward through the evening and into the night, unheeded by the sinister veil that hung over the suburban town as it began to wind down for a good nights rest. Nine o clock faded into ten, the towns weekday curfew for anyone under the age of eighteen. Ten o clock soon faded into eleven and eleven soon faded into twelve. At midnight, the tension broke within the dungeon-like room. The candles around the perimeter of the ritual circle all began to burn with a brighter flame no longer a gentle yellow and orange but a bright crimson. The soft crackling of a roaring flame filled the room, drowning out the soft mumblings of the young man as he whispered the necessary incantations to complete his ritual. The terrible scents of sulfur and brimstone filled the chamber in full force as though a portal to the very bowels of some Christianic Hell had been torn through the barriers of the worlds. These phenomenon were not new to the young dark practitioner. He knew that they signified the nearing of the end of the ritual and the passing of his demon from its respective plane of existence into the world of humanity. Issac truly could not comprehend what it was that he was doing. Even the most powerful of summoners took caution when bringing an incubi or a succubi into the world. They were simply too powerful, too cunning, and too dangerous. In olden days, they were not so frightening because mankind was more God-fearing. These days, there was just too much debauchery. Their powers could grow far too quickly. The final events of the summoning lasted only moments, ending as a bright burst of flame erupted in the center of the circle with a thunderous boom. Then, in an instant, everything was calm. The sounds of the flame were gone, the scent all but vanished, and the light from the candles died as the flames were extinguished. The room now smelled of smoke from the extinguished candles it was the only thing that any of Issacs senses could register. Speak your name, demon, the young summoner commanded in a firm tone. Speak your name to your Master so that you may be bound to my will. You cannot hope to control me, boy. You would be fool to try. The voice was barely audible, even in the dead silence of the basement chamber. If there had been any sound at all, even the gentle rumble of the furnace, the voice would not have been heard. You will speak your name, demon, or I will not grant you passage from the circle upon which you were summoned. You will bind to me or I shall send you back to the hellfires. Issacs voice cracked from irritation. He always hated the process of getting a demons name but it was essential. Without it, he could not ensure that the demon would obey him. Fortunately, a summoned demon could not leave its summoning circle without the consent of the being which summoned it. That had saved Issacs life when he called the hellhounds. The young man was ready to argue for hours. He had anticipated that the incubus would refuse to give a human his name just as the imps always did so of course it surprised him when the voice spoke again. Mallkior. My name is Mallkior, Master. The blood seals on the ground flashed for an instant with a bright light as the voiced answered, confirming that it had spoken the truth and binding the incubus to the one who had offered his power to the summoning Issac. Of course, Issac was too short-sighted to understand what had just happened. False obedience it was a simple and obvious farce that had killed many summoners. Very well, Mallkior. I am sure that you are wondering why you have not been summoned in your physical form so allow me to explain. Issac hid his surprise and his confusion well. While he had missed what the demon had done, he could not afford to show weakness in the face of what her perceived to be his new minion. You will earn your true form back through the traditional means of gaining power for your kind. Of course, allowing you to do so on your own terms with the current state of human society would result in you returning to me with your form in a matter of days. That wont do, no. I have a specific job for you a specific soul from which to drain your power. It was a good thing that the demon had not been called into his physical state. If he had, he would certainly have failed to contain his amusement at this boys blatant ignorance of what he had just commanded. Issac had slipped up within his first five minutes of calling the demon the arrogant little bastard just set an underworld record. You will find the girl named Rachel Chattel, Issac continued as he held his hand out toward the circle with the strands of hair held in his open palm. She will be your source of power. You will gain your body through her misery and when you have your body you will bring her to me. As you command, Master, the demon whispered as its invisible and intangible form wrapped around the young mans hand and drew Rachels essence from the strands of hair. With his new spiritual connection to his prey the incubus vanished from the room, leaving Issac with no intention of returning until he had his physical body.