Thread: Flirting with the Devil [Shaelinn and Dreamer-]

There is nothing as tedious then a quick visit to Hell. It is most certainly the dullest place to be, coming in second to Heaven, of course. New arrivals and first time visitors might have a different opinion on this matter, but these were the musings of a demon named Arcadia. In her mind, the over-played screaming souls and the yapping Hell Hounds left no time for a corrupted angel to rest. There was never any silence to be had nor was there a place to obtain decent Chinese food. Any of the luxuries of life humans enjoyed were in short supply here. Not that you could blame anyone, there was a reputation to uphold. Yet, for most, it was not the place to build a summer home. Surely not just Arcadia felt this way about Hell for most demons it was a universally agreed upon opinion that Earth was the place to be. Humans provided for much entertainment as they had a way of screwing up their own lives that not even the most deprived demon in Hell could hope to accomplish. All of this was why Arcadia made it a habit of hers not to visit the Home Land often. She was quite good at this and had mastered evading her duties in regular check-ups. Yet, sometimes she was dragged down into the pit of despair anyway. In this case, her superiors has summoned many of her comrades to a meeting of sorts. At this moment, all of the higher ranking demons had been informed about the oncoming apocalypse, it was time for the rest to be notified as to what was going on. This gathering lasted for 20 human years. It would be impossible to tell how long it really lasted for or what it felt like to those present, because in Hell, time has a tendency to mush together and become blurred. After everything was concluded there was a certain uneasy feeling in the air, which was different from the normal mood this fire and brimstone filled pit produced. Either that, or it was all in Arcadias head. She didnt want the World as we Know It to end, she enjoyed being on Earth and bidding time while messing with the humans, it gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling. Being on Earth also tended to ward away the ever present boredom Arcadia experienced with eternal life. This apocalypse business definitely put a kink in things. Her pondering was cut short by the sudden presence of a buzzing sound in her brain. It was only a few moments till the buzzing turned into coherent syllables. Somebody was talking in Latin in her head, wait was it Latin? The words were so soft and distance it was hard to tell the dialect. None the less, Arcadia knew what was going on and couldnt suppress the groan that wanted to escape. She was being summoned. She was being summoned. Why in the world did this have to happen now? And to her? Before moving ahead it should probably be noted that in many cases, a demon summoning was random and plucked any one of these unsuspecting bastards roaming Hell and transported them to the mortal world. That is unless you have a certain demon in mind and knew their name other whys any demon currently roaming Hell was fair game. In this case, it was Arcadia. Another very good reason not to linger in Hell to long except when strictly necessary. Being summoned wasnt a choice you had, you were forced to appear where ever the summoner wanted you to, and when the summoner wanted you to. Arcadia could already feel herself being pulled into the mortal world A large cloud of black smoke appeared in front of Lara as she cut her palm and dribbled the blood on the pentagram. This massive cloud contorted and twisted within the confines of the markings on the floor, seeming to be unable to leave their parameter. For a few moments the smokes movements were erratic and violent, but started twisting into a vortex when Laras ritual came to an end. The spiral touched the floor and begun to evaporate from the ground up, revealing a human figure beneath. This figure was in the shape of a human female, approximately 27 years in age. When the smoke was completely gone one could make out the physical features of her face. She had dark brown hair that fell in a mixture of soft curls and waves around her face and reached about 3 inches past her shoulders. Her eyes were the same rich dark brown as her hair but seemed to look black in the poor lighting the candles produced. The womans skin was fair but not so pale to look pasty. Arcadias current attire was a pair of slacks with a white button-down shirt, covered with a grey vest. On her feet were 4 inch black heels in an effort to improve her normal height of 54. The demon looked down to examine herself and what she was currently wearing. She noted that these must have been the last things she had on before taking that trip to Hell. What in the world was I doing? And how long was I in Hell? I hate the time differences, it makes the daily commute such a bitch. After making sure her clothing was in perfect repair she started to observe her surroundings. What dingy, rat infested hole have I been summoned to this time? A flat? That was when she suddenly remembered Lara, having hoped that on first appearance the girl would have seen the error of her ways and released her. Arcadia was not so lucky. She looked Lara over, noting her clothing, physique, and not to mention her bloody hand. Wait, blood? Arcadia looked down at the pentagram and cursed under her breath as she realized what sort of ritual had been carried out. Are you trying to bind yourself to me?! You feebleminded human, that is an asinine idea. Whatever you wanted had better be worth ripping your soul in two. Arcadias displeasure was evident, she didnt want to be bound to this human for the foreseeable future. She was also very aware of the fact that she couldnt do a damn thing about it, since she was trapped in the pentagram with no means of escape. Arcadia rubbed at her temples, giving herself a moment to collect her thoughts and get any and all emotions under control. In being a demon, having or even expressing emotions was not uncommon. Most of the time a demon was ruled by emotions, especially the fallen angels that felt that the rules about acting on emotion in Heaven were too harsh and restricting. Arcadia on the other hand had had no problem with those regulations mandated by Heaven about how one of their holy warriors should act. She was never partial to emotions and feelings and made it a rule to say as far away from unreasonable thinking as she could get. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, sometimes they always slipped through. Alright, just explain to me, why am I here? What did you need? inquired Arcadia as she looked over to the human once more, her voice sounded calm as it reverted to its normal tone. The demon was still peeved about being summoned but hoped this would be over with quickly. I hope it was important enough to summon a demon over, because like I explained before, I do get a piece of your soul in the bargain. And, if it wasnt made clear in that little book of yours, all sales are final, said Arcadia was she gestured to the grimoire on the ground next to Lara. The demon thought that this was an utterly foolish idea, but if the human was going to give up a piece of her soul willingly, then who was she to argue? Plus, maybe this would provide the cure for boredom she had been searching for, and get her mind off of the on coming apocalypse.