Thread: Summoning a Demon {Shirin&Kolath}

Niki Gale, age 22, had short pixie cute brunette hair. She was petite, wearing tan cargo pants and a white tank top, though dont be lulled into false security because of her stature. Niki was spunky and rebellious, though currently top in her class at the nearby University. Her green eyes currently rested on a house located in east San Francisco, near the bay. Niki had just received the will that entitled her to an old Victorian building, the owner was her aunt, Margret, who had left everything to her in her will. Niki put her hands together in a prayer of thanks to her late aunt before entering the rose covered fence. The grounds were covered with trees and flowers hiding much of the house with foliage. Kinda spooky! Niki commented with a weak laugh for she would be residing here alone. With a sigh from that thought, she opened the door. Though it didn't take much effort for it seemingly creaked opened by itself. Gulping, Niki entered. The house was dark and Niki, just one step in, was groping for the lights. After switching it on, she found herself face to face with many objects, medieval armor suit, with sword raised, mounted grizzly bear, a great father clock. Her aunt had been a well known explorer and adventurer so it was no surprised that she kept a...diverse collection. Niki strolled her luggage in and closed the door after herself. In New York one never leaves the door unlock for fear of the outside, though Niki wondered if the inside was actually scarier. She walked past a wooden flight of stairs which led to the master bedroom and guestroom. The kitchen was actually up to date and Niki chuckled for she pictured her aunt still using an oil lamp and antique oven. A door left ajar caught Niki's interest. Leaving her luggage in the kitchen, on a bear skin rug with the head still attached to her dismay, Niki pushed the door to find herself in a grand library. The room was crammed with shelves of books, a large antique desk, a fireplace, and a luxurious sofa. But that wasn't what caught her eye. It was an large old worn book left on the desk. Its cover was in black with sliver writing etched on it. 'Spells of Old.' Jeez her aunt was kooky as they all said. But curiosity got the best of her and she gingerly opened the book, opening to a page labeled, Summoning a demon. Huffing about such nonsense, Niki read the page aloud just to prove that it was nothing but rubbish. While Niki would flip through the pages and come across the magic spell on how to summon a demon. Though once examined this the book would read 'This creature is one of the most powerful beings known in the world of magic in myth, be forewarned that if the instructions and requirements aren't met to the slightest detail then you will awaken the creature from its slumber and it will inflict its terrible wrath upon your very soul. You shall be sent to a place that is neither heaven near hell but a place of both eternal agony and bliss. You will wish for death but it shall never come. If you are successfully able to summon this creature then it shall do what ever you wish is its command, from being granted millions, to being a simple pet used for house work and sex, it will obey... The only thing you are not permitted to ask for is murder of another human being. Follow these instructions and may God be with you. And with that the summoning page's words would shaft around into numbered instructions, they appeared to be needed items of some kind, average items at that 1. A rose 2. A lock of human hair 3. A sandal 4. A piece of human dessert 5. A drop of blood It continued to say that after all of these items were assembled then Niki was to place each of them three feet from one another in a star formation and then repeat the incantation O creature of the Prism world, come to me and grant me your power and might, reflect upon me thine gifts of the netherworld. I summon you! A piece of dessert? Niki's eye brow lifted as she smiled. Well why not try it! And so a scavenge hunt ensued as Niki ran out the front door to pluck a red rose, noting that the spell didn't specify what color the dear auntie had them all. Then she found scissors in the antique desk and clipped of some of her hair, in a way that would still keep her hair perfect that no one would know she cut some off for a wiccan brew. Peering in her luggage bag she pondered over which sandal to use which almost took fifteen minutes before she decided on cute floral flipflops. Shifting through the fridge she found a slice of fruit cake, amazing how long those things last. Alright, the last tip of the star needed blood and Niki picked up a small but sharp kitchen knife, letting a single crimson drop fall to the hard wood floor. Her aunt's spirit would probably kill her if she let more fall. O creature of the Prism world, come to me and grant me your power and might, reflect upon me thine gifts of the netherworld. I summon you! Niki waited, hearing a lone cricket chirp from the corner of the room. She felt slightly idiotic standing there with her arms outstretched as if waiting for god to speaketh.