Thread: Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Rakith looked the young little witch in the eye appraisingly. She did not lack courage, that he had to give her. Most in her position would be on their knees sobbing or lose their minds entirely. Not many mortals could manage summoning a Demon Prince, and those who did rarely survived long enough to talk about it. Yet, here she was, filled with delicious fear that he savored, and yet defiant. Perhaps he might make a deal yet. She had to know that she was his already, didn't she? And while he usually didn't concern himself with matters of the flesh with a human, the human body he had assumed to enter the world took notice of her shape and the supple hints beneath the thin blue material. He chuckled softly as the member between his legs started to harden in arousal. He didn't give it a second thought though, there were matters to discuss first. Murdered parents? What are they to me? I will likely destroy this village regardless, he said callously. Finally after several long minutes he let her down so she could stand once more. He was curious if her knees would give once he wasn't holding her up anymore. There are always deals to be made. That is the nature of things. You witches try to control forces you cannot fathom. We come and do what is negotiated. Normally, for you, this should have gone better. Summoning a Prince is dangerous for anyone, let alone a young woman. The dark fiery eyes of the demon looked around the cabin. She was right, of course, there was little of value for her to offer him. Waving a hand, his tattoos glowed a fiery red for a moment, and then he was clothed. Walking around like that was chilly. So young lady, he had noted her cringe at the world child before, and decided that while he had the upper hand, he would play nice for the moment and see where that got him, you think your parents were murdered by this village? Witches and warlocks like yourself I assume? What year is it in this realm? Last time I was here, was to watch Pompeii burn. Such delightful screams and terror... That made me happy. I will give you credit, you are brave for one so young. Either that, or unaware of the situation you are in. But judging by the wonderful terror I feel from you, I suspect you do. Now, you've seen me fully, I would think it only polite to show me what it is you are hiding beneath the unnecessary piece of clothing. With another wave of his hand and she stood there naked before him as her clothing simply fell off. Now that she was vulnerable, he strode across the room to her again, towering over her. His peers often said he liked to show off, and why not? What was the sense of power if you didn't use it? Besides, she had dared to summon him and hope to contain him. That deserved a display of what she had unleashed up her world. As to the other matter, yes, you have given me a free pass to your world. However, I would think that you would have some concern for that worlds safety. After all, when I arrive, people die. And I don't do halves. I destroy cities when I am bored torturing the souls of the Damned. To protect your world, you will need to find a away... to.. amuse me.. He looked her deeply in those expressive and rather fetching eyes, I will help you, for a price of course. The price shall be you. Your body, and later, your soul. You shall be mine for the rest of time. Is that agreed?