Thread: Summoned [ Google and Modern ]

Lucifuge was a demon, more then just a simple daemon but a Duke of the pit, above him were only the princes and above them reigned only Lucifer himself. An entire kingdom within the pit was his, he had an immense amount of power and nearly everything that he desired was his should he only reach out and take it. The only thing outside his reach was entry into the mortal world. For all the power that he possessed Lucifuge was a prisoner in the pit, and even a powerful prisoner was still just a prisoner. He had been out before, once upon a time there had been many witches who would summon demons for whatever purpose they had, but even then he had been shackled by their magics, working under quite stick controls and having very little freedom to enjoy himself. He didn't even want to think of how long it had been since he had last roamed the Earth, using his limited freedom to enjoy an experience outside of the pit. At times he almost wished he was a lesser daemon, it was ironic that those with little power were able to more easily slip from the pit, unable to do much in the real world but they could possess the bodies of mortals and enjoy themselves for a short amount of time before they had to return. His power though is what kept him shackled to the pit, the thing that made him what he was kept him where he was. But then he felt it, strange enough someone was trying to summon a demon from the pit, soon others would feel it, others would flock to the source and one of them would roam free in the world of mortals, able to do whatever they pleased. From his throne he could feel it, the summoning was flawed, imperfect... it meant that the daemon that got loose wouldn't have any constraints, he would be able to forge his own flesh from nothingness and run free however he liked. Oh the fun that he would have. He moved quickly, already others were stirring and working to bring themselves to the real world through the summoning, all of them trying to be subtle so no one else would notice it... but Lucifuge didn't bother with being subtle or gentle, instead he just threw his full power behind his attempt, pushing past the others that wanted the freedom and emerging into the real world. At first he had no body, nothing but raw power and his own consciousness. Soon however he found a source of flesh that he could grow from, the blood on a nearby candle giving him the most basic raw material to start off with. At first his body was a simple little thing, little more then a worm but with the body came more power and it began to grow, pulling matter out of thing air and building a body more fitting for him, standing six feet and six inches tall, so thin as to almost appear starving but covered in corded muscle with eyes jet black and long hair hanging to his shoulders of the exact same color. Clothing was not something he bothered with though, no idea what people these days wore so instead he stayed nude. It took only a few minutes before he stood fully formed and naked, his body aside from the paleness and how thin he was gave no sign that he was anything other then a normal mortal, that and his eyes which stood out quite a bit but whenever he had manifested in the past he had worn black eyes, they seemed most fitting. He grinned wide, looking around him, the place seemed a little bit strange but he had been away for quite some time and a change was to be expected. What was odd though was that his summoner couldn't be seen, he could feel her nearby though... he had no idea why she wasn't present but he was unbothered by it... whoever had freed him from the pit was at least owed a favor or two before he revealed to them that they had made a tragic mistake in summoning one of his power without proper binding. Moving toward what he sensed Lucifuge entered his would be mistresses bedroom and bowed in a mockery of servitude. I am Duke Lucifuge, and I am yours to command. He said looking at the one who had brought him into the world of flesh. All you need do is ask and I shall act.