Thread: Incubus Dreams  (Mallkior & Rapedoll)

The attack had been planned meticulously. Rachel was technically a minor and Issac was an adult so he knew that he needed boundaries for this move. Despite the act of the assault, Issacs hands never traveled anywhere that would be deemed inappropriate in a court of law and the hair pulling would be domestic violence at the worst. If Rachels family and the school board decided to press charges, they wouldnt have much of a case against him. The rewards for getting his hands on those precious locks far outweighed the cost to him. Issac hadnt wasted any time I setting the rest of his plans into motion after he had been escorted out of the school building. He had the final piece of his puzzle Rachels hair. The ritual could be done without it. The demon could be summoned without that precious puzzle piece but it wouldnt be of any use to him. The hair served as a sort of binding agent, ensuring that the demon would always know where Rachel was and that it could only feed on her energies. Issac was after a very special young woman, after all. He didnt need the incubus wasting its time on anyone else. Rachel was the demons sole responsibility. The young man had driven straight home after being all but thrown from the buildings and immediately made his way to his basement where the rest of the ritual was already set up. A prayer circle drawn in blood rested in the center of his underground basement with several candles decorating not only the outside of the circle but the walls of the dingy hole as well. A podium with the tome resting upon it was on the far edge of the circle. Aside from these things, the basement was completely empty as though it had been cleared just for this purpose. Issac lived alone, after all. What would a bachelor just starting his life alone need with this much storage space? After Issac shut the door behind him, he began working on getting the candles lit and within moments, the room was illuminated by tens of little dancing flames. With sufficient light in the basement, Issac cast his shirt aside and moved over to the small closet along the far wall where he had stored the blood that he had drained for the ritual. The origin didnt matter for the ritual, so Issac had drained the blood from a horse at a nearby ranch. It was suiting for Rachel, he thought. Horses were such regal, strong, graceful, and intelligent animals. Rachels ritual deserved no less. As the ritual demanded, Issac began to draw upon his form in the blood of the beast in similar designs which he had cast upon the floor. This was so that his very essence could be integrated into the summoning ritual, giving him dominion over his summoned beast. Without this, the demon would attack Rachel for its own pleasure. Summoning a greater demon was no easy task and the final preparations for the ritual alone took Issac the better part of two hours after returning home. By the time that Issac had finished setting the stage to seal Rachels fate, his delicious little treat would have been at the school football game cheering on her savior and his band of muscle-bound meatheads. They disgusted him. Perhaps something could be done about them after he had his little blonde bitch by his side.