<div style="margin-left: 20px"><div style="margin-left: 20px"><b><span style="font-size: 22px">⋯ <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><i>CLARA</i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">❜ </span></span></b>​</div></div><span style="font-size: 22px">▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆<br/>
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬</span><br/>She held her breath as long as she could, as if breathing in the air would also somehow take the malicious energy circling around inside her as well. So fixed was she on the figure unfurling in front of her, that she found herself stiffly locked in place even as he tilted towards her, revealing his pristine yet discomforting smile mere inches from her face. She dared not move, exhaling softly so that the wispy hairs framing the front of her face moved, and even as the lights turned on, causing her eyes to blink and readjust to the illumination, she didn’t bother to get up, looking down instead to make sure that the runes she’d drawn were all still proper and doing their job. Eurynome was a physically violent demon, and  if there was anything that looked ‘off’, she needed to immediately begin the banishment rituals.<br/><br/>However, everything looked just as she’d put it, and she finally raised her chin up to look at her summon with a growing sense of internal pride and glee at what she’d done. She’d summoned a demon of higher rank than anything her brother had managed! Successfully, without any outside help. The excitement within her rose past her height as she stood up, and gave the  man in front of her a gloating smile as she pulled  a roll of bandages from the bag on her waist to press against the cut on her hand.<br/><br/>“It’s hardly the physical size that matters in these cases, isn’t it?” She ran a look over him, the tiniest hint of a frown tainting her features. He didn’t quite...look the way the books had described him, although she’d also read that some demons would appear depending on what effect they wanted to have on their summoner. A handsome, if unsettling man was probably the least horrific thing she’d prepared herself for. “Eurynome.” She spoke the word quietly, almost like a private self-congratulation as she wrapped the gauze tightly around her hand.<br/><br/><i>‘Now what?’</i><br/><br/>Clara had planned this out, but now that she was facing a real life demon under her control, the memory of the plans she’d written down in fancy ink in her diary were blurry and unfocused, as if she were trying to view her memory through a fogged up glass. Clean up, she realized, and fear began to bleed through her as she looked for a timepiece in the room. None. Of course there was none, they messed with spells. “Drat!” Suddenly, there were more important matters at hand than a literal child of devils in the same room as her. She needed to clean up, get out, all before her brother came home and found her out.<br/><br/>“I don’t have anything for you yet. I’ll..I’ll call on you when I’m ready.” The gloating was gone, with instead a bit of panic dredging up. Some summons would distort time. How long had that taken? It had only felt like a few minutes, but the glowing, trance-inducing eyes in the dark...she couldn’t know. “But don’t do anything!” She turned to look at the demon, finding that pretending she was speaking to her brother’s friends did wonders to quell any fear, and narrowed her eyes at him along with the harshness of her tone. She should’ve added more protections to the spell. Taken a few more weeks to study up.<br/><br/><i>‘You didn’t have a few weeks’</i><br/><br/>She gritted her teeth and set to work in gathering up the blood-stained sheet on the ground, stuffing it in her bag. Then she paused, looking up at the demon. “I said, go chase yourself!”<br/><br/>He was supposed to obey her. Why wasn’t he obeying her?<br/><div style="text-align: right">▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬​</div>