Thread: Girl, there's a demon for everything! {Vitae and Suuns}

Kavita lit the last of the candles that were put in a circle around her. A pentagram laid in front of her, and she grabbed a pedant of Ankh on her neck, pulling it to break a chain, and laid it in the middle of the drawing. All was set and the ritual she's been planning for a few long months now, was about to be performed. Woman felt how fast her heart was beating, as two demons - curiosity and fear - were tearing it apart. It could be a key for all the secrets, for all the questions she ever had. It was Kavita's recent life leading her to take such a desperate step - a sudden inability to play violin, mysterious sickness and death of her mother, cats hissing at her presence... She knew that the answer remained at the world of spirits, the one she's visited so many times before and was sure nothing will could go wrong this once. From earl childhood Kavita wasn't like the other children - she always had imaginary friends, vivid dreams that she claimed to control, and a strong sense of something bad coming her way... However while growing up her odds didn't disappear - no, they became only sharper, only stronger. Her, now dead, mother spent many nights crying for her, praying god to rescue her soul, but all was in vain - Kavita didn't seem to belong to this world. Until there appeared to be a psychologist who claimed to know a good way how to get rid of those abnormal habits and sick imagination - the girl was nine back then. She shivered at the memories, unconsciously rubbing her wrists - those were experiments, not exact treatment. For three years she was locked up, tested, tortured and even sexually abused not by the semi-psychologist, but a whole bunch of people in white gowns. And from there the phobia for doctors came... Once a month her mother was visiting Kavita in the nice room with warm yellow walls, filled with toys - those were her favorite days, even if she hardly remembered them due being strongly drugged so she couldn't tell what was going on really. And once her mother was gone, Kavita was returning back to senses in the same cold cellar, her hands cuffed together. One thing the villain was right about - it did kill the paranormal traits of hers. The further life of Kavita wasn't easy, too. She was forced to change school, and rumors endlessly followed her, as her skills were previously well know. Secretly, already teen, dreamed of becoming the way everyone thought of her - at least she'd be given a chance to escape to her dreams... But no miracle happened, until Kavita began getting depressed of losing all of what she's possessed. Herself she's began training her mind, trying to remember of how she performed various things previously - internet and books helped here a lot, even if sorting which methods were real was taking a fair amount of time. By her eighteen years, in a complete secret, Kavita reached the level of what she used to be before - though she could never feel as perfect as then, since her skills were no longer natural, but a result of desperate hours spent in attempt to perfect herself. But even once her goal was reached, Kavita refused to stop - she kept going further and further, willing to develop what was taken away from her - she's learned how to summon spirits and communicated with them, often collecting a fair amount of knowledge, though some weren't to talkative. With a deep sigh, on a layer of sand that was behind pentagram, Kavita traced a couple of runes with her index finger, then sitting up back straight and raising both of her hands. Spiritu sancto, planto vestri aspectus! Revelare me absconditis tuis, fac, mortales volare vobiscum. Vide dolor mundum peccatores ad terram, et libera me de scientia participare dubia timores. Vide quanto asperitatum lavit faciem meam, numerare rugis tempus cicatricum refertam super me. Miseremini mei, sentire impium pro relinquentes me post ... Veni, et salva me nunc! All the light candles were giving vanished as the last word left her lips. Kavita attempted to smile, but the tense was too strong - each time she feared to summon something she didn't wish to see and won't be able to get rid of. And even for the most experienced summoners it wasn't a rare thing to happen. She felt a presence of someone very powerful here, someone who couldn't be sent back so easily, and fear was slowly starting to possess her mind. She didn't move, trying to breathe as silently as she could, almost expecting for something loud and terrible to happen now - and this waiting was the most suffocating thing in this situation.