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Thread: Taming The Darkness (Zynode & darkangel76)

Evie had no idea what had just happened. Everything had been a blur, her mind swimming with strange words she didn't understand and could barely pronounce How they dripped off her tongue, she still wasn't sure, but when the strong hands grabbed at her and that voice filled her ears, she couldn't deny the sudden terror that filled her heart, soul and mind. Trembling, she dared to look into the eyes of the creatureno, it was a manwho held her. But as her eyes focused, she could see that he wasn't an ordinary man, not by any stretch of the imagination. What had she done? What had just happened? Wincing, Evie could feel her head pounding with a splitting headache, the pain so intense she thought she might be sick. But the terror coursing through her veins was enough to keep her focused on the moment, on the man-creature holding her fast and staring directly into her pale and frightened eyes. As she stared back, horrified, she swallowed hard and tried to find her voice, but much to her horror, it would not come. Trying to breathe, her lungs tightening with panic, she gasped and choked until finally she turned her head to look away. Evie could feel the tears begin to spill along her cheeks, hot and wet, as her tiny body shook in the man-creatures grasp. He was big and strong and... otherworldly. And what was more, she had no idea how she'd summoned him nor how to send him back. In fact, she had no idea from where he'd even come. I... I... I can't... Evie whimpered, the tears coming faster as she stuttered and trembled. Please... I don't know what happened... I didn't mean any harm... I would send you back if I knew how, I... She choked on a sob, her body quivering. Finally, she turned to look at him. Please... she begged. Don't hurt me... I didn't mean any harm... More tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked pleadingly into his eyes. Y-you saved me and... I... I th-thank you for that... she then replied, hoping that the man-creature would at least understand she was grateful that he'd scared off Jonathan Kemp and his henchmen. I... I don't want to think on what th-those boys would've done if you hadn't come... Evie had no idea if the man-creature understood or cared what she had to say, but she had to try. At least she knew she was speaking the truth, speaking from the heart. In the end, that was what mattered. If she was going to die this night, at least she wouldn't have been mortified by the likes of Jonathan Kemp. Better to die by this being she'd somehow summoned instead than lose her sense of self to an arrogant prick. And at least such a death would give her purpose and end the constant bullying and assaults by the likes of someone who thought he could take advantage of others merely because he held a better social station than others.
Thread: Taming The Darkness (Zynode & darkangel76)

For a brief second Ashtaroth raised a brow. Not only was his summoner a child but she was also unaware of her callings. He wanted to fling the girl off the tower but resisted. So your telling me that you called me here and not only do you not know how to send me back but you don't know how you summoned me? He was angry but much of it had left him for a new emotion. Curiosity. Imps and lesser demons would have this plight, but for the girl to summon him, A Lord of the Abyss, one of the eight demon kings, was unprecedented. He set the girl down gently and thought. If he killed her his soul would be trapped here but if he let her develop maybe she could learn her callings. He turned and looked out at the vista. His talons clicking on the marble floor and he was surprised to see that not only did he have wings but a reptilian tail swayed with his movements. Tell me sculptor child, what year is it? Also I will need a name to address you by. My title Is Ashtaroth Baal, Lord of Wrath and War. Ashtaroth pondered his options. No doubt he would have to explain everything to this child and play mentor but he was patient, when she would be ready to send him back it would only take a moment to snap her neck and drag her soul with him to the Inferno. Which meant for now he'd have to play her game, whatever it was. He then turned around to see her once more, noticing that while she was clothed, he was naked. He was sculpted to the idea of human perfection and while his upper body was smooth on the chest his lower half looked saurian. Demon's didn't have modesty but his human body felt...cold.
Thread: Taming The Darkness (Zynode & darkangel76)

Evie looked up at the man-creature, her pale eyes wide. Child? She was hardly a child, but a nineteen year old girl away at secondary school. She was a long way from Mor, Albast being large and loud and not the sort of place she hoped to stay forever. But at the moment, she had no choice. Her family had been given an opportunity to send her away to the school at cost and the price was cheaper than the schools in her own town. They'd been fortunate by being given such an offer and they couldn't refuse it. Given the times, it wasn't often such opportunities came along. To let such a thing pass on by would've been a waste and she knew it as did her family. So, with a heavy heart full of fear and anxiety, she left Mor for Albast to attend the Birmingham Academy. Chapel was held every Wednesday and Sunday, Vespers every Friday evening. And though it was a bit much for Evie, she never once complained nor minded all the services. Her only real fearJonathan Kemp. Her pleas for the bully to leave her alone always went unheard and her family thought her to be exaggerating, a means to leave and come home. Eventually, she just stopped complaining, knowing she had to take matters into her own hands. It was why she'd finally gone to the tower in the wastelands a mile out from the school, had taken the bait for the bet... It's 2360, Evie finally answered, her body shaking. And, I'm no child. Her fingers absently ran themselves through her red tresses. I'm nineteen, nearly twenty, she said, her voice soft, trembling as she spoke. And my name is Evelyn Bentley, though many call me Evie. I do prefer that, if you please. Evie bit down on her lip as she looked at the man-creature. He truly was a sight to beholdpart human, part... other. He definitely wasn't of the human realm, that much was plain and she was trying her best to understand what had just happened and how. Why. It frightened her to know that such magic could be done so easily and unknowingly and what was more, seemingly by her own hand. What that meant, she wasn't sure. But whatever it was, she was sure it was a herald of bad things to come. Certainly if such things could occur, what more possibly could as well...?
Thread: Taming The Darkness (Zynode & darkangel76)

Ashtaroth nodded and stepped closer. He noticed her tiny frame shivering a bit be it from fear or cold he did not know. However seeing her look so defenseless made the demon stop. He would need to explain everything but darkness was falling and the sound of predators was caught by his inhuman ears. Evie would not survive a trip across the barrens he saw. At least not alone. He sighed and with no effort lifted the girl into his arms and began carrying her. He felt a slight reaction to his body as her warmth melded with his but he ignored it. Humans fell to temptations, demons didn't have any. He noticed that perhaps despite his apathetic attitude towards clothes, the summoner might be a bit mortified. Even so she had only access to his bare chest and he doubted she was worried about that. He walked to the edge of the tower and with a leap his wings unfurled and caught wind. He felt his body rush with joy. Flying was something he remembered before his fall from grace. It always made him smile. Unfortunately with a mouth of razor sharp teeth his smile was more of devil's grin. Evie, was it? You summoned me from the Inferno, hell as you call it. By doing so you have awakened your calling...magic. I will teach you the ways of Corpse Sculpting and protect you as my ward, if you promise to return me once you are satified. Do we have a deal? Ashtaroth left out a good chunk such as that he had no choice on the matter and that if she wanted she could bind him to her for her natural life. Also she had a direct say in when and how he could use his own callings. But the girl wouldn't need to know all of that now would she? It took only several minutes to reach the gates of her school and when he landed he set her down softly. He needed her to believe he was on her side if he wanted to make things work. Standing there he noticed that a cross hung from the gate and he frowned. I see Lucifer has still lost in this time as well. No matter, the Creator will not mind a Grogori a few centuries on earth. He then made a face while his body contorted and shifted to look less corrupted and more like a handsome young man. He had also created himself a suit of pitch black with a white tie. Overall he looked more like a teacher or buisness man and less like a demon from hell. He kept the long hair however, enjoying the look. So Evie, do you wish for me to teach you? He had to lead her lest she uncover just how much sway she had over him.
Thread: Taming The Darkness (Zynode & darkangel76)

Evie felt herself shrink back slightly as the man-creature, this... Ashtaroth... approached her, his arms reaching out to pick her up like she was a doll easily carried and manipulated. Her eyes scanned his body, naked, as the light of the moon shone down. The silvery rays cast odd shadows upon him, making him quite beautiful to her obviously human eyes. Immediately, she looked away wishing he was wearing something. Anything! But she didn't have time to let her mind ponder such details. All too soon he was upon her, his arms holding her, his wings unfurling her as he took flight above the wastelands below. A gasp escaped Evie's lips and her arms moved about Ashtaroth's neck as they flew toward Birmingham Academy. She caught a glimpse of that ominous tower as its darkened silhouette grew smaller to her eyes as she peered over the man-creature's shoulder, the wind rushing over them both. Then, within mere moments, they'd landed beyond the gates, safely inside the walls of Albast and back to the school itself. When he set her down, she looked up at him quizzically, her earlier embarrassments about his nudity forgotten suddenly as she listened to him speak of the fallen one and then shift slightly to appear more... human. Clothed. Evie's cheeks suddenly felt warm and she looked down at her feet. How was this Ashtaroth able to make her feel so many things all at once? It was unnerving, unsettling. Swallowing, she looked over at him again. Though this time she found it much easier to hold his gaze. Please sir, Evie began, before licking her lips as her mouth suddenly went dry. I meant no harm in summoning you. I should like to learn from you if that'll help you. She looked up into his eyes then and nodded. I'll do my best and send you back... if that is what you wish. Bringing her hands together, she began to fidget a little, her hands then moving to play with the fabric of her skirt. I wish I knew what I'd done to summon you in the first place, I... I don't even know how it happened. She looked down at her feet feeling ashamed. I was dared to go to the tower, that I wouldn't be able to stay in the darkest room for more than ten minutes... Her eyes began to well with tears. I know it sounds silly and childish, but... her voice trailed, going softer as she choked on a sob that bubbled up. But you need to understand, sir. You need to understand what it is like. Evie let go of her skirt and brought her hands up to her eyes, wiping at her tears with both anger and frustration. Her cheeks were red and she let out a tiny sigh of annoyance that was clearly directed at herself. Damn, Evie grumbled as she wiped more tears away. Jonathan Kemp is an arrogant ass who just won't leave me alone. I had to do something since no one else will. Again she paused, her hands moving to tuck some of her red hair behind an ear before she raised her head to look up at Ashtaroth once again. He set the rules... I failed... somehow you showed up and... well, honestly, I'm grateful. But, you're right. If you want to go back, I'll need your help. She gave him a watery smile just then. Will you help me then?
Thread: Taming The Darkness (Zynode & darkangel76)

For a split second Ashtaroth felt a small twinge in his mind, an ancient memory of a temple priestess crying before him. Him moving to embrace her then fire and pain... He sighed as he stooped to wipe away a tear. He still wanted to kill her but for now she was just a lost girl, despite her protests. He stood and looked once again carved from stone and spoke, I will teach you and if the need arises...protect you from danger. It showed in his voice that saying the last few words pained him but he needed her blood to return and the more of it in her body the easier it would be. From nowhere he produced a pair of glasses and spoke in a cold voice, Until our lessons, you will address me as Sir Bale, your schoolmates will know me as a teacher and your teachers will not question why I am here. He then began to walk towards the school Lessons are at midnight at the tower. I will wait here at the gate to escort you at 1145 each night. Now go get some rest. He then walked away but as an afterthought he added, For lessons wear your bedclothes...It makes things easier. The last part was not entirely true but Ashtaroth simply decided that if he was to teach making it interesting for him would make motivation better. ---
Thread: Taming The Darkness (Zynode & darkangel76)

Bedclothes? Evie wondered why it would make things easier to conduct lessons wearing such attire. But no matter. She was Ashtaroth's student now and he her teacher. She would just have to trust him in this regard seeing as he was the one knowledgeable in such arts and she was nota mere novice, if that! Finally, she just nodded, though her pale eyes were still a bit wide as she processed his strange demand. All right, Sir Bale, Evie then stated, trying to get used to Ashtaroth's new title. After all, she would have to call him that from now on until he returned to the demon realmexcept during their lessons, of course, though she wondered if he'd wish her to call him by his name during those times or if he had something else in mindso she figured she might as well start calling him by it now since the lessons hadn't officially started... yet. She wondered if he minded or even preferred that. Given his manner, she supposed he'd let her know one way or another. In the mean time, Evie's eyes continued to watch closely as Ashtaroth tended to the final details of his disguisea pair of glasses. She smiled a little at the sight of them. They suited him, she thought, brought his eyes when most might think they'd detract. When all seemed finished, she gave another nod. Will I see you before our lessons tomorrow night? Evie then asked Ashtaroth before turning to leave. She looked up at him with a furrowed brow, her fingers twisting a stray lock of red that dangled about her pale shoulders. And, other than wearing bedclothes, is there anything else I should bring with me or know about before hand? She paused a moment and bit down on her lip shyly before speaking once more. I just want to make sure I'm prepared, Sir Bale. She then gave him a smile. And I really am sorry... she added softly, the barest of whispers on her breath.
Thread: Taming The Darkness (Zynode & darkangel76)

Ashtaroth walked away but heard her apology. Maybe death was too hasty but she would need to be punished. That was for certain. The next day after a few documents and some slight charming of certain faculty members, Sir Bale was now the head lecturer on the Book of Enoch. In class he spoke of the scriptures and added insight. He spoke as if he had an affinity for the nephilim and would add other tidbits, seeing as he was there maybe it was like looking at a scrapbook for him. He noticed a few females and even some male students would let their gaze linger on him as he would sit at his desk, reading to them. He couldn't help but feel repulsed. Humans would fall over themselves for whatever they considered beautiful, really no better then magpies fawning over shiny baubles. However one redheaded student had rapt attention to her book. A miss Evelyn... She was paying attention to the lesson not to him. A small smile drew at the corner of his mouth as he continued, The small group of angels, known........ Later that night Ashtaroth waited for his student. It had been a long day of repeating the old testament and stifling his own boredom. He had retired early ashis body required rest, something of a novelty he had forgotten about over the eons. The wind swept at his coat and he blinked. He mused on whether to teach the girl about summoning or just simply awareness. Either way as the morrow was Saturday, he had no intention of returning her to the school until the Sabbath. He figured his conversation with a few faculty members had convinced them that she was simply being called home for tommorow. He let his body revert to its natural state, once again forgoing any human notions of modesty. ALlthough she was not yet late Ashtaroth still felt impatient.
Thread: Taming The Darkness (Zynode & darkangel76)

Evie had rushed to her room after finishing up dinner. Per usual, she'd eaten alone. But unlike most times, this time she hadn't overly minded. It had allowed her to finish up the last of her homework for her regular classes so she wouldn't need to worry about bringing her books or anything else along with her when she went to meet Ashtaroth later on that night. Given the sort she was, she knew it would bother her to the point of obsession and probably pull her attention away from the tasks the man-creature had planned for her. So it definitely would make things easier. Biting down on her lip, Evie's eyes glanced over at her bed and her bedclothes that were strewn upon it. She had to change into them before meeting Ashtaroth, though she still wondered as to why. As she let out a tiny breathy sigh, she set down her bag upon a chair and then went over to her bed and picked up the flimsy white garment. It was nothing but a thin, white nightgown, the material a soft cotton that fell down about her ankles. There was a ribbon near the scooping neckline and it tied down a fair portion of the front in a pretty criss-cross pattern. Wonder what I'll learn tonight? Evie said to herself as she draped the nightgown over her arm and headed into her tiny bathroom. She figured she'd shower before meeting Ashtaroth. She had some time before 1145pm and since all her homework was done, she decided she might as well make herself as presentable as possible seeing as she had no idea what to expect nor as to when she'd be back again, though she knew it would be by Monday morning at the latest. Once Evie finished up with her shower and had her nightgown on, she slipped on her boots and grabbed her shawl. Swallowing, she then exited her room into the corridor and began making her way to where she'd arranged to meet Ashtaroth the night prior. When her pale eyes caught sight of him, she stopped in her tracks. She'd gotten used to see him as Sir Bale, head lecturer of Birmingham Academy during the course of the day. Though oddly, this more demon-like form suited him better somehow, she thought. Whether it was because it was how she'd first seen him or just because she knew better, she wasn't certain. It was honestly something she couldn't quite explain. However, she did find it suited him better. I... I... I'm here, Evie stammered as she approached Ashtaroth, her hands gripping her shawl so tightly that her knuckles began to turn white. Her red tresses were still a bit damp from her earlier shower and she smelled of flowers from the soaps and shampoo she'd used to wash herself with. And I'm wearing my bedclothes, she added, her cheeks turning a deep shade of scarlet.
Thread: Taming The Darkness (Zynode & darkangel76)

There was a second where something stirred in the demon. Not only in his loins but in his heart as well but in an instant it was quelled. he almost snarled as a reaction, but he suppressed that as well. However he moved close to his student and removed her shawl. Then lazily he took a ringlet of her hair and let a single claw trace down her cheek. An ancient face was before him a girl in her robe smiling as he would do the motion to her. He played it off as exam, a test of her will. To see if touching a demon frightened her but deep down he had just wanted for some reason to feel her. As they stood in the tower several moments later he noticed a wind had picked up and Evie would be hard pressed to focus if she was shivering, so Ashtaroth snapped his fingers and a small fire appeared before the girl. Necromancy is the art of raising the dead. It also is used to summon demons...The amount and strength of either is dependent on your will and your body. He took the opportunity to let his eyes trace her young form again. The best way to learn the art is by meditation and...other pursuits. He had decided to stray away from the art of pleasure, lest she learn something he could not control. However since you are still a novice I will teach you to focus your mind. Approaching her he barked, Remove your boots and sit before the fire! The less you wear the more your primal and carnal being can commune with the darkness. Sin is a conduit to the Inferno and being immodest helps the mind feel at ease, unbound by morality and modesty. Ironically he was being honest, which was why many female necromancers wore very little and tempted demons with flesh. However his student would have to be trained to obey him, the opposite of a true demonsummoner rapport. Ashtaroth then sat beside her his own legs crossed as he spoke again, You have to feel the not only sin and evil but the spark of creation. it is akin to raindrops. Feeling them is the first step to summoning them. I will know when you can sense my spirit. Ashtaroth would take glances at her swelling bosom and body as she began to meditate. He may have hated her but her body was a gift from the Creator, something even he had to admire. However his eyes only showed the same look of apathy they always had.
Thread: Taming The Darkness (Zynode & darkangel76)

Ashtaroth felt her will tug at him, a soft pull towards her with desire laced through it. Her gasp also drew his attention, and as he looked over to see her breathing a bit heavier and her face blush he felt again the same way he had almost a millennia ago, confused. However he did not have time for that, it was clear having a body was affecting him. He was beginning to feel...a dangerous thing for one of his kind, soon he'd be no better than a human. Ashtaroth moved to behind his pupil and without a second thought cut a bit of her nightgown revealing one of her supple thighs and a quick slash in front of her chest lowered the neckline to reveal more. Why he did not simply make her meditate naked crossed his mind but something, whether it be fear or kindness, kept him from defiling all of her modesty. Then he wrapped his own legs around her letting his arms encompass her own. His wings also encircled her cocooning her with him. Feeling her soft warm body made his mind haze a bit, he chalked it up to the fact that she was his summoner and merely causing interference. The soft rhythm of her heart soon was the only thing he heard and despite his mask of apathy he felt his body and heart react. Now focus...reach out with your spirit, feel the motes of creation and sin . They surround you everyday cascading in the air like dust waiting for you to shape them. Ashtaroth kept his own desires in check but it was not easy, despite his lingering hatred his mind thought of many ways to punish her, each more detailed and kinky...A stray thought brushed past and he had to watch it, I could stay with her...be with her, just like- He almost roared from the sudden pain in his chest. The old feelings of loss and remorse flooded in and after eons of not having to feel them they cut worse than anything.