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Thread: Necronomicon

In Hell things were pretty much routine by now. You get summoned, you take the soul, you come back. Not much changed between Point A and Point B. You came, you fucked, you conquered. Though now humans were much smarter than they were now they always made mistakes. Like this one had. You did not necessarily need the belief to summon someone from hell to do your bidding but you did need to give up a piece of yourself in the process. In this case, blood. Soon though the paper began to glow in the hellish gold fire that all demons of hell knew. It was as though she slid through the paper those light brown eyes, almost gold as she finally rested with her feet touching the bare ground, the paper all but gone. A succubus by nature was a creature that had been handcrafted by the Devil himself to bring man to sin and be recognized before God has Adulterating sinners. Mastema, had slowly risen amongst the ranks as their understood leader. For now anyway. She had to fight to keep that hold on her reputation and she was winning by tooth and nail. It didn't help that a succubus by most standards also appeared in the form that was the most arousing to their victim so that they fell into the carefully sprung trap with release. Mastema, was running into a very unthoughtful snag and thus the reason for such falling. Her last few summoners had done the spell dreadfully wrong and instead of summoning the male counterparts, the Incubus, they summoned her. Her kind didn't exactly work on women, not even lesbians. So they saw her as she really was. With long raven locks and serpentine eyes that turned into slits when angered, hands that were tipped with retractable black claws rather than nails. Her ears were pointed, articulated much like a harpy rather than a demon. Though the the archaic circle tattooed on her chest gave her away to be that of a demon. The unfortunate mortal's soul would pass through that and be forever damned to hell. All she needed to do now though, was find her quarry, do her job, and go back home. Hopefully with a soul to keep her title a little while longer.
Thread: Necronomicon

Allan returned momentarily, but halted, staring through the doorway into the study. He quietly stepped into his study and peered at the new arrival, and then at the floor where she stood. For a second, he stood in stunned silence, his jaw loosened. This was clearly something unusual, the paper looked as though it had been consumed by fire, and there was this girl standing right there above it. There was no reasonable explanation for this the summon had worked. Hushed, Allan backed out of the doorway. Something he'd read in the tome came to mind salt was mentioned several times throughout his readings. Maybe it would be handy in dealing with this creature. He hurried into the kitchen and fetched from a drawer a largish box of sea salt and tucked it into his back pocket. Returning to the room, he kept the box hidden as he navigated carefully towards his desk. He pried open the tome and flipped to the page by which he'd summoned her. He cleared his throat nervously and mustered, Is this how you came to be? Slowly from behind his back, he drew the box of salt and flipped open its spout. He glanced at the book and flipped a few pages. There it was demons could not cross salt.
Thread: Necronomicon

Mastema should have gone after him, however with the lack of time that could be determined how fast the human would be able to move she lightly kicked the remaining ash from those heels before making her way towards his desk. One leg slowly crossing the other. The sheer outfit didn't hide much from his gaze as she looked towards the book. Yes, my Master. You summoned me? She stared at him with those serpentine eyes. You know the Law. What is thy Desire? You know my price. Succubi, by nature, were highly sexual creatures, they did not kill their quarry only destroyed their souls into the black fire of Hell. Still though, Mastema slid more forward to run one of her fingertips under his chin. Unless you do not have a reason for summoning me, and then I'd have to kill you. She purred out slowly before retracting her way. At least she was giving him time to correlate his thoughts before she decided whether or not to grant his request. She doubted her summoner was a virgin, pity, she liked those best.
Thread: Necronomicon

Her latest threat confirmed it. Alright, uh demon I didn't anticipate actually seeing you face-to-face. He retrieved some of the papers in the back. He looked through them, namely for the page references he'd scrawled at the bottom of each. If the summon had worked, maybe one of the other incantations would work. But, to her credit, he glanced quickly at her, his eyes scanning her. She was really quite stunning. There was an otherworldly charm about her. Something incredibly taboo and equally alluring. He struggled to return his eyes to the page. If he didn't know of the horrendous consequences that would happen were he to act upon his impulses, he would have eagerly jumped on the opportunity. He paused as something clicked in his head. I ah he muttered, his breath drowsy and his words fumbled. He lazily stood and walked over to her. Well, succubus. I am a human man and um he muttered, closing the distance. She was just about his height, perhaps just a bit shorter. He smiled, leaning his head forward slightly and looking directly into her eyes. His arms reached out slowly to encompass her, I have a proposition, he whispered slowly, his hands meeting behind her back. He continued to smile as he gently slid open the box of salt and, passing it from one hand to the other, silently poured a semi-circle behind her. His lips neared hers and his arms slowly retracted. As his smile grew, he brought his hand in front of her completing the circle. He stepped back and his smile faded. Sweat beaded down his forehead and across the bridge of his nose. His heart pounded, and he closed the lip of the box. The circle was complete. Allan put the box of salt on the desk and sat down. He wiped the sweat from his brow and finally smiled. I haven't decided, actually, he admitted with a mild chuckle, But dying and losing my soul are both things I'd, ah, rather not do. So, give me a minute while I collect my thoughts, and I'll um, get back to you about that, I guess.
Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

The demon realm was no more hell then the upper realm was heaven. It had been around since the beginning of time the infernal, and the Celestial. They did not have one god or one devil, as a matter of fact 'hell' had several rulers and there wasn't really a Lucifer to be mentioned. Demons were far too petty and self interested to let one being rule over all of them. Azalea didn't know about the Celestial beings, and quite frankly she didn't care. Back in the days before organized religion one grew used to watching the portals of mages filling the sky, calling to those who got caught up in them. Granted most of the time they got nothing more then an imp or some of the more animalistic demons that tended to posses weak willed humans. However not many had managed to summon a cognitive demon, a humanoid who could speak and interact as well as the mages that summoned them that was what he managed to get a hold of. As the red light began to dim what appeared to be a mostly nude female figure took shape. She had long dark hair dull from lack of feeding but still thick and healthy. Her skin was a sickly white color so pale you could almost make out the veins running beneath the surface of her skin. Small horns seemed to sprout from the top of her head and a long whip like tail and wings finished the rather unimpressive demoness. She blinked solid black eyes at the mage cocking her head to the side and grinned displaying sharper then average teeth but they were lovely to behold. What is this I spy? she murmured her voice sounding like leaves rustling over the ground. A mage after so long? I was beginning to believe you'd all died out, killed by the priests are their supposedly divine powers. she crossed her arms over her chest and waved a hand so she was clothed, her nudity seemed to bother some of the more prudish mages. Dressed in a dark dress now she stepped off the granite circle and eyed him with a mixture of interests and more then a little menace. Demons didn't like being summoned, it pissed more then a few of them off and she was no different. However like all demons she hid it, waiting to hear what he wanted before deciding what to do.
Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

Moss clapped his hands together. Ah. I'm delighted to see that I've summoned what I assume to be a demon of power. I have a most fascinating proposition for you, and I do believe you will find it most promising. You see I have a problem involving some priests. Priests of a modern religion they have been using their supposed divinity to usurp power from me. And what I'd like you to do, most graciously, is to kill, maim, devour, desecrate, anything you please to these foul priests. I want you to expose their powerlessness. Does this sound like something you might like to do, o demoness? I should think it would. You may keep any spoils you reap from these priests. Power, souls if that's what you're after. My request maintains that you kill only one priest per day and refrain from harming the villagers, and that you return here each night. My disagreement is with the priests of the village only. This may change but for the time being kindly meet my restrictions and I will see to it that you get to kill several times. How does that sound?
Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

You're giving me permission to kill priests? she cocked her head to the side. This is very interesting indeed. One a day until they're all dead. Tis...doable I suppose. Those Celstial worshippers need to be knocked down a few pegs. licking her lips her eyes seemed to glow with some intense hunger for the souls of those who deemed themselves pure. Circling around him slowly her tail brushed along his spine testing for any sign of fear, when she found none she locked eyes with him and nodded. Very well I accept your terms human mage. Just tell me how many priests there are and I shall do away with them one at a time. It will be easy enough. Those who hide behind thier faith are often weak and cowardly. laughing softly she sat down on a nearby chair and crossed her legs. Do you wish me to start right away? Or wait until a new day? Azalea was starving but since she had agreed to the mage's terms she was under his control until such a time as he decided to release her.
Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

He hesitated. Ah, there's one thing I forgot, I should have considered. We want to leave one priest alive. Just one, so he can pass on the message to other colonies. Don't you agree? Two birds with one stone, as it were. You might even have some new targets if he decides to bring reinforcements. But I digress. We'll wait until tomorrow to begin your slaughter. For the time being, you will be helping me with incantations and some alchemical transmutations that I've been working on. Follow my instructions, if you please, most of it won't take long but I'm willing to part with some of the results if you prove useful. The book closed and returned itself to the bookshelf, and an adjacent book took its place in Moss' hands. Ah, here it is. Ingredients fresh water, lime, pinch of gold, one iron disc, three handfuls of salt ah, salt I'd almost forgotten. Can demons still not cross salt, er Moss rubbed his chin, How should I call, you demon? Do you have a title, a name? He flipped a few pages and read it quietly. This particular alchemical construct could be used to measure the proprieties of a demon.
Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

She didn't like the idea of letting one priest go, they tended to go all viglante on her. Then she had to kill them anyways just to prove a point. Still she understood his reasons for it and nodded once again before sighing dramatically. If you wish, I do hope he dosen't go all self righteous on us if I do let him live. Then I'll have to kill him anyways. yawning softly her eyes flashed at the idea of having to assit him with wretched tasks but once again she had no choice. My name is Azalea, that is what the first human who called me named me. You do not get to know my true name, but I am certain you already know that. As for the salt as long as it's not blessed, yes I can cross it. Granted it itches like all hell and tends to leave marks on my feet. she wiggled her petite toes to prove a point. I'm stronger then the average summoned demon mage.
Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

The mage gave an impressed little, Huh. Moss reviewed the page. Good, I won't have you fetch the salt anyways, but some demons are said to be picky when it comes to handling materials. I'm glad to see you aren't one of those. There is a are chest against the wall across from the fireplace. If you could gather the following There's a black silk bag full of gold powder, a blue lockbox, and there on the side ought to be a few thin bars of magnesium, if you could please set those upon the table there. Moss himself turned and opened a cabinet, and began sifting through various small cupboards. He retrieved a few small items, various rocks and semiprecious stones, and a candle. He glanced at the demon. Moss was rather young for a mage, but he was well versed in the ways of magic, and was actually quite confident in his abilities. Another book floated from the shelf, and flipped itself open. He glanced at the demon again and then at the book. Moss ran his finger about the grid on the page humanoid, black hair, very pale, lesser horns, whip-tail, wings 573. The book flipped to page 573. Moss frowned. The page had very little to say about this particular type of demon, but it did feature female and male variants, which was unusual because most of the time in the book, demons were sexed separately. He rubbed his chin and read a few of the observational notes. They weren't particularly optimistic, nor were they helpful. He closed the book and it put itself away. You're fairly high up in the food chain, Azalea? How is the Netherworld, by the way? Still the same scenic um stalactites? he muttered, setting his ingredients onto the table.
Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

Standing up she pushed the chair back with her tail and wandered over to the otherside of the room. It wasn't all that difficult to locate the items he wanted and she quickly gathered him in her arms. Azalea had extensive knowledge of human alchemy and she wasn't at all familer with this spell. Must be some sort of variaton on something a bit more old school she thought to herself. Stupid humans and thier tendency to advance to fast for thier tiny minds to keep up. Setting them down on the table she sat peered at him and laughed softly. More or less, the netherworld doesn't chance much. Unlike this world, we've found a system that works for us and most aren't inclined to change with the times. We Infernals are quite stuck in our ways you know. Sitting on the edge of the table with her legs crossed she watched him with something akin to interest. What is it your working on human? I don't believe I know of this mixture is it new? Or have I lost touch with humanity again? her wings fluttered behind her a bit pathetically. It seemed she had no desire to tell him just how powerful she was. After all she blatently ignored the question in favor for the other one.
Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

Ah, grumbled Moss, and explained, Well, it's sort of new I suppose. Mostly though, the ingredients here are alchemical supersets of the basic ingredients used in this concoction. It makes it easier to produce complex synthesies when the ingredients have themselves been alchemically reduced. This particular um device, we'll say, consisted originally of several dozen different types of ingredients, but I've managed to reduce it to fewer. The enchanter hummed a tune as he mixed a few of the ingredients, which soon began to react. He opened the blue lockbox and retrieved some pungent, deep emerald green powder and sprinkled it atop the gold, which began to sizzle as they reacted. He bent the strip of magnesium into a ring, shaping it around his finger, then, using one white stone that had been sharpened to a point, carved a few symbols into the strip. He grabbed another stone and placed it near the seam of the ring, sprinkled some of the formerly gold powder into the centre of the ring, lit the candle and dripped some wax onto the ring's seam. Suddenly the ring and ingredients caught fire for a few short moments, until what was left was a thick, shiny black ring. Moss slipped it on his finger and smiled. Thank you for your help, he said, Azalea. The black ring silently changed to a yellow-orange colour for a brief moment before fading back to black.
Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

Very clever human. she responded after listening to his explination. You must've been at the top of your class as a boy huh? she continued to watch him work until the entire ordeal was over with. In it's place there was a very simple looking ring, but she could tell there was more to it then met the eyes. She could sense the power emitting from the small boubble. It wasn't a binding spell or at least no one she knew, it appeared to be something more. Now the demoness was observant enough to notice the ring changing color upon the mention of her name. Interesting really, it was a power mesauring device. There is no need to thank me, I am merely doing as you wish. she said sitting back down. It is part of my contract is it not? smiling a bit. A smile was odd on a demon because it was merely something they didn't do without reason. Azalea knew he was trying to figure out how strong she was. However while on the human plane she was fuctioning on less then half of her normal power. It would slowly rise as she killed those who she was contracted to kill.
Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

Moss chuckled. Thank you. A compliment from a demon, that's rather rare isn't it? he muttered, smiling a bit. As a matter of fact, no. Most of what I learned, I learned out of interest. My classes were in projection, which became a bit of a dead art with the introduction of crystal balls and soothsaying potions. Still, it's nice to know, I suppose, that I'm not handicapped by the need for such items. He walked back to his desk and opened a drawer, retrieving a thin, shiny black rod. Your contract, he began. He stretched his arms and held the black rod much in the same way as a pen or wand. is on variable terms, is it? I suppose, as a human, I am expected to take advantage of your sincerest offer. Moss smiled and cocked his head, and pulled the ring off of his finger. He placed the ring loosely around the end of the black rod, which grew thin filaments that touched the inside of the ring and held it suspended around the rod. Not unless the contract is bound, he said, With an exemptive component. Should our contract expire, you having completed the task or me having dismissed it, I don't want to find myself with an overpowered demon bearing her teeth towards me. He pointed the device at Azalea and the ring turned red. Moss's eyebrows nearly leapt off his face. My, you're hardly shy of a demigod. This might even suggest that you were. he said, his voice showing a degree of surprise and excitement. He put the ring-wand down, retrieved the ring and slid it back onto his finger. He raised his hand to her. Perhaps I will take advantage, Azalea. But don't try any funny-business. I will be at all times aware if you attempt to lay a curse or hex or charm. Now, something I've always wanted to try, for better or worse, is this particular summons. A book flew from the shelf into his hand, and flipped open. He cleared his throat and began to read. To appearify a Tome of Secrets, requires Two eyes of goat. One tongue of pig. A bowl of mercury. Two drops human blood. And, he glanced up at her, A demon's tear. You're bound by contract, demon, and it would not be wise to attempt revenge. I'd like you to help me acquire the last ingredient, but as with most such concoctions, and I've tried this summons before, the more powerful the demon, the greater the Secrets.
Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

It depends on if the demon is sincere or not. she responded after a moment grinning still. Projection? That was a very common practice such a shame it became obsolete. I used to have the most fasinating conversations with seers. Always living in a diffrent state of mind they are. Surprisingly hard to fool despite it all. it was a random comment but older demons tended to have wandering minds. It made them quite a bit more dangerous. It meant they'd lived a long time and agreed to many contracts and somehow gotten out of every single one they didn't like. Azalea raised an eyebrow and the ring and chuckled. My, My it seems I underestimated your little toy. It gives you my proper power level rather then the one I'm at now. Bravo. she applauded and her eyes flashed dangerously at the demand for a tear. That is not something a demon gives lightly human. You're asking me for something that is a very potent ingrediant. A demon's tear, is hard to find and even harder to make. We do not feel sorrow as you know, nor do we feel true happiness and passion. It's more of.....an alchemical process. I am going to have to make the tear for you. Or have another of my kind do it for you. Are you willing to wait a few hours?
Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

Moss raised his finger, Only yours will do, he said, And I will be observing the process so that you don't provide me with some pathetic ghoul's tear or other nonsense. He uttered some words and with the wand, drew some symbols in the air. A tiny point of light appeared at the wand's tip, and it slowly grew into a purple eyeball. The eyeball stared, unblinking, at Moss. He pressed the other end of the wand down on the table, and the base of the wand sank into the wood. The ring sank to about halfway down the rod, and the eye slowly turned to point towards Azalea. Moss closed his eyes and pressed the palm of his hand against the top of the fleshy purple eyeball. The eyeball turned white and then morphed until it mimicked Moss' own eye colour. He smiled. I will be keeping an eye on you, he said, And I want to assure you that I won't be fooled by demon tricks. Moss pointed to the ring, which was still glowing mildly red. With that, he bowed to her and headed to the door, I will be retrieving ingredients for tonight's supper. I expect to be back at sunset. Good luck Azalea.
Thread: The Vengeful Enchanter

Rolling her eyes at his paranoia she glared at the floating eye for several minutes before turning her back to it. A small stick of silver chalk appeared in her hand and she began to sketch demonic ruins around her body. They were complex and seemed to stream together in one large band that to a human eye would merely blur into lines. A few more waves of one long fingered hand and she began to sprinkle several diffrent types of dust and material in the center of the circle right in front of her. It was at this point she finally sat crosslegged in the center and held her hands apart forming a circle which the ingridiants floated into and she began to sing. It was a soft song in some long forgotten launguage and the ingridiants swirled and pulsed. The song continued and the matter in which she manipulated slowly began to take on the form of a single tear drop. It was larger then a human tear almost crytalline and as it began to solidify she pricked her finger and a drop of blood frooze in the center. A single demon tear drop had been created after several hours of work. She seemed paler, thinner then before. Such magic was very draining when one hadn't fed. There is your tear drop. she snapped tiredly at the floating eye. I'm going to sleep now..