Thread: Summoning the Wrong One (Sierra & Bear)

Jacob looked at his book in his room, a look of both exhaustion and annoyance in his eyes. He had been studying this for hours now, alone in his room, waiting for midnight. It was close now, he could hear the snores drifting through the corridors as his fellow mages slept. His grey eyes scanned the page again, making sure he knew when to add the ingredients and to recall the incantation to memory, running a hand through his short, blond hair, trying his best to remember everything. Reidor School of Mages was tough, so tough in fact he had already seen 3 of the 25 people he had come here with leave, without their powers, as they had fallen so far behind. He was in trouble of doing the same. He was already on the verge of failing tasks, not at the level of his peers and he risked losing his powers. That was something Jacob could not, and would not, accept. He had worked so hard the past year to remain here. The teaching mages had commented that he possessed true power and would be an amazing mage, if he could just channel that energy and utilize it in the best way possible. That was the problem, the larger the reserves, the harder to draw from. Controlling the magic within was an extremely difficult and exhausting process. It was no coincidence that the best mages in his class were the ones not expected to do much more than open a business. But, it meant they could channel their energy with ease. Great things were expected of Jacob, if he could channel that energy, but his time was running out. He had already been given a warning by the head mage that if he did not improve soon, the stripping ceremony would be for him. He did not want that. He had turned to the one thing he was best at, study, to see if he could find a way to better channel his energy. And, after days of searching, reading and studying, he had found a way. A demon could tap into that reservoir and help the mage channel it with ease. However, they had to be summoned and bound. One wrong move and he could rip himself apart, summon a demon that was too weak to help or summon one so powerful he could not hope to control it with his current level of magic. But, desperate times called for desperate measures. He looked out his window, seeing that it was almost midnight, so it was time for him to sneak out and head to a field adjacent to the college grounds so he could perform the ceremony. Jacob slowly packed the ingredients into a sack and lifted them, carrying it down the hall. He moved slowly, quietly, listening for any footsteps or whispers as he moved through the colorful, yet dark, hallway. He soon made it to the door, muttering something under his breath and opening his grey eyes, able to temporarily detect heat signatures outside the door. Nothing, that was good. He opened the door slowly and closed it quietly behind him before heading to the spot he had picked. He drew the pentagram, making sure that every detail was taken care of. He then started mixing the ingredients, humming incantations each time he added something. He was almost there. He placed the bowl in the center of the pentagram, it would be what would force the demon up. Acatorio, malecious, hidous, relaf, conpriti, mishant he thought in his head, knowing that was correct. He removed his robe, as was required, dressed in only a loin cloth, his rib-cage on show, the pointed edges sticking out, rising and falling like little bumps. He hadn't eaten much since had started to fall behind, meaning his physique wasn't the healthiest. He folded his robe neatly and prepared. He closed his eyes and started to recant the spell that would force the demon out. Acatorio, malecius, hidous, relaf, conpriti, mishant! Demon, I summon you to do my biding, come to me, be my servant and help me channel this power he said, not realising he had not pronounced malecious correctly, the word that controlled the power of the demon. A blinding flash of light emitted from the bowl of mixed ingredients, causing him to cover them, his vision still full of light even when he closed his eyelids it was that strong. He could hear the sound of something being sucked from hell, his head full of the torture the minds of those poor souls were experiencing, due to him opening the rift, making him want to scream out. But he did not, and it soon faded, as did the light. He opened his eyes, not knowing what he expected to see.