Thread: My Demon Girlfriend (Alpha and Sigr)

Well, the morning was defunatly off to a bizzare start. It wasn't every morning that a summoned demon barged into Mike's first peroid english class and declared herself his girlfriend before climbing onto his desk and jamming her tounge down his throat, but it was honestly hard for him to complain considering the envious looks he was getting from pretty much everyone. And that included the teacher. How mild mannered Mike, tall and skinny with his mop of dark hair and glasses ended up with an impossibility hot redhead all but ready to jump his bones right there in the middle of the classroom was beyond anyone's comprehension. Well except for Mike himself who knew EXACTLY how this happened. The previous night Demon summoning was an exact science, more so than most other form of magic, one wrong rune, one crooked line in circle one word misspoken could blow a hole in the fabric of reality that all manner of nastiness could come pouring through, the last record of a summoning going THAT badly has been in Russia in 1911, and it leveled an entire forest for miles and miles. Mike was very much working to NOT let that happen, one because he would prefer not to die in his first major attempt at high level magic. And secondly because he was in the suburbs and didn't want to nuke the whole neighborhood if he fucked up. He had set himself up in the attic of the old hose, a space that his father had designated as his magic workshop ages ago and where Mike had done most of his learning and practice on the subject. His parents where, of course, not home, having gone off on some misadventure in search of some artifact or another as they where offten known to do leaving their eighteen year old son to fend for himself. He had gotten used to being on his own, it gave him time to consult the massive ancient books on magic that had been collected over the years and blast his music as loud as he wanted. He crouched on floor before the summoning circle, reviewing his own notes and the spell book he had been following the guidelines of for tonight's test, pushing to push his glasses back of his nose before leaning back on his hanunches. He dressed plainly, jeans and an ACDC t-shirt on under a plain blue hoodie, hardly the kind of attire one would expect to see someone attempting to summon a demon wearing. Ok. He said outloud to no one in particular, let's try this out. He raised his hands, holding them palm up at his sides and began to read from the pages before him, words from an ancient launguge tumbled forth from his mouth, his tounge having trouble wrapping around some of the sounds. The lights became dim and a smell of brimstone began to flood the room and Mike continued to read, the words taking on a certain musical sound as he began to speak faster. A sound filled the air, like the ripping of fabric and a hot wind blew from the middle of the summoning circle, he tried not to loose focus. A strange light began to seep from the middle of the circle, a strange green light that was almost sickening to look at. Hot wind howeled scattering pages around and sending his notes flying acorss the room. That was bad. Without his notes he had no chocies but to try and complete it by memory. His chanting reached a a feavered pitch, trying his best to yell above the rushing wind and as the last word left his mouth a shock wave erupted from the circle, sending Mike tumbeling backwards and slamming into a bookshelf, cashing several heavy volumes to fall on him and a crystal ball to land on his head leaving him dazed.