Thread: Summoning [Shikokudarkstar]

This'll work. It has to. I did everything perfectly. A girl lived in a run down hovel on the edge of a prosperous homestead, named Ivar's Landing. Ivar's Landing was a successful farming village that supplied many different foodstuffs to the nearby human kingdom. The town was quiet, productive, and happy. Several plantations provided wealth and jobs to the little city. In one shack next to the town center, a maid stood in a basement, a ominous circle drawn out in front of her in dried blood and ashes. The girl arranged it herself, nearly bouncing with excitement from her work. Except it wasn't a girl. Emen was in fact a young male, 18 years old, short, and often mistaken for the fairer sex. Uneducated, orphaned, and looked on unfavorably by the townsfolk, Emen had to take odd jobs to earn his meal. His current one, working as a maid for the nearby plantation owner, paid well. However, Emen was hired because his body was more comparable to the ideal female than half the women in town. The outfit was embarrassing at first, but the owner never tried to touch him. The job had it's perks, as his master held a library of various books that Emen had the opportunity to read as well as dust. His abyssmal literacy improved, and soon he came across a book detailing magic. No one in the town was a magician, most people thought magic didn't exist. Emen, desperate to get ahead in life in any way possible, delved into it. Acquiring arcane power required either extreme study, inherent gifts from blood and lineage, or interaction and exposure to magical and otherworldly creatures. Emen inherited no powers, and there was no mage's college he could afford for miles. That left him with one option. Emen found a second book in the library, one that detailed a particular brand of magical creature, feared, hated, scorned demons. This book gave Emen knowledge of ritualism, and how to call forth and bind a hellspawn to his service. At first, Emen was reluctant to entangle himself with ruinous powers, but the words in the book promised many things. By reading the experiences of witches and warlocks who dared to risk their soul and won over great power, Emen was instantly lured in by the promises of their recordings. He used his well-earned money to buy reagents. Ashes, lit candles, and animal blood, were all arranged in an intricate circle. Tonight was the night. Emen had just returned from work, still in his maid outfit, and held the demonologist book nearby for reference. Emen's hands trembled as he pulled out a dull knife, applying it to his palm until blood was drawn. The human let it hang above the circle, until several drops of his blood wet the painted circle below. It was then he began chanting, hoping to attract something large and fierce to serve him. After a minute of incomprehensible words of a dead language, he cried out. Shadow forgotten by the light, heed my call! Come forth and serve! The circle began to glow, and the ashes atop the blood that made the circle began to sprout unnatural black fires. Emen grinned, seeing that the book spoke the truth. This was a real summoning, and soon a demon would come for him to command. Emen didn't seek revenge for anything, simply to get help in becoming successful in life, such as his current master. He was so excited, that he didn't notice the flaw he made while tracing the animal blood across the ground. A gap, where two intersecting lines failed to connect. Summoning circles had to be perfect, else the demon was free to do what they willed once they were brought to the mortal realm. When that happens, they had a tendency to take their frustrations for being pulled through dimensions out on the summoner.