Thread: Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Rakith lifted her, her feet no longer touching the ground, the weight from her body making her arms straighten as she hung. Rakith She hissed, trying to tune out his words as they sunk into her skin, explaining even further that her life of freedom was gone. Her grandmother never would have offered her up to a Demon Prince, it didnt make sense! Cecilia groaned, frustration burning through her veins as the information really sunk in. She wondered if he was telling the truth or if he was just trying to damper her fight. Cecis mind was abuzz with thoughts and connections, pulling together odd pieces of her memory here and there. Trying to find any sort of evidence that what Rakith said was true. It was possible, but she didnt want to accept it. The taste of his lips stole her attention again, overwhelming in their touch. She groaned against his kiss, her fists clenching above her head as her legs useless dangled between them. A flurry of emotion she didn't reciprocate stirred in her body, a stinging attraction that her body wanted but her mind abhorred. Ceci would NOT enjoy the attention of a demon, her body be damned. But being lonely for nine long years made it hard for her body to disagree with the pleasant touch of an intense kiss, even as he bit down on her bottom lip, sending a sharp zing of feeling through her. Her eyes rolled and she jerked in her hanging position. Get off me! Ceci growled, her lips red and plump from his kiss. Her cheeks were flushed and she was furious, her fury mirrored in her narrowed gaze. Again she was forced to listen to Rakith's explanation. Each thing he said made more and more sense, the facts connecting in ways she couldn't deny. She would despise her family if what he said was true. Her life was not worth making a bargain with a demon, she didn't give a damn if she died. She cared if she was forced to be the possession of another. The memory of her grandmother's spell, one she thought she had ruined, flickered through her mind and she turned passive, her pulse skipping. Oh God no, it can't really be true. Grandmother, why? Ceci panicked to herself, her eyes wide in horror. The hand that slid across her skin made her shiver, her teeth clenching as he explored her. Stop...There has to be... She was cut off as he pushed a finger within her never before explored depths, her breath catching and her eyes fluttering shut. He would know that her body didn't despise him as much as her mind did, the evidence would be there. Ceci was appalled, holding her breath as he touched her. With her eyes closed she could hide the tears that threatened to spring free. They only opened when his finger slid free, but she wished she had left them shut as she watched him raise the digit to his lips to lick it clean. Ceci's lips parted as she watched, horrified and intrigued at the same time. She wanted to die, but not even death would give her escape. Not if he had her soul. Right? Her feet touched the ground, her legs trembling as she stared up at him, frozen and unmoving. The truth was in her cottage. For her entire life alone, the truth of her future had been hidden for her. You have to be lying...And if you are...you will leave... She stated boldly. You will leave this cottage and stay the HELL away from me... Ceci found her feet again, only swaying a little as she crossed the living room, grabbing her discarded cloak as she did so. Despite the heat within her body, she pulled the cloak over her shoulders as if she were cold. It gave her only a brief moment to escape his gaze as she moved to the kitchen. She counted. To the third tile she went, crouching before it and knocking twice, Rakith... She hissed. A click and a zip of magic shot through her, making her gasp as the tile broke free. Lifting it out of the way, Ceci looked within for the contents. A leather bound book, and a rolled contract waited within. Ceci glanced over her shoulder, assuming that the demon would be watching. Things were not looking good for her. She pulled out the two items and stood from the floor, placing the book and the roll of paper on the table. First she lifted the roll, breaking the wax seal on the outside and unraveling it to read. It was the spell and binding contract, offering her soul and body to the Demon Prince Rakith in exchange for protection and training. Her grandmother's name and blood, as well as her own name and blood were at the bottom of the paper. But I never agreed....I was tricked... She never would have offered her blood to seal the spell if she had known. A powerful mixture of fear and anger shot through her, her magic responding in turn as she looked up at Rakith. No! She said in disbelief. The flames in the room blew out, a rush of her power sending them into darkness as the room's light was banished. Get out! She demanded. Ceci dropped the contract and clenched her fists, rounding the table and moving towards Rakith, her eyes sparkling even in the darkness. The cloak floated around her as she approached, each step filled with the fury that fueled her. My family will not end with my belonging to a Demon! She exclaimed, the air around them heavy and crackling with uncontrolled magic. A sword that had been hanging on the stone wall, on display for years, levitated away, her anger pulling it close and sending it flying towards Rakith. Ceci wasn't even aware of it's movement, her emotions, usually controlled, were a frenzy within her.