<span style="font-size: 12px">The young woman took a final look at her handicraft; the protection circle was complete, glowing faintly with untapped power. Each rune, sigil, and line drawn in goat’s blood with painstaking care over the last seven hours. Precisely 10 feet away in the darkness of the cellar stood six unlit candles, each placed carefully at the corners of the pentagram that would hold the demon till it could be bound to her will. This was the first time she’d be summoning a succubus, a fell creature steeped in the magic of charm and seduction. Its mortal form would be female, beautiful in an evil and twisted way but still a Demon one more powerful than she’d ever attempted to control before. Closing her eyes she drew several deep breaths centering her thoughts as she’d been taught, steeling herself for the contest of wills that would ensue with the arrival of the demon.  Rising to her bare feet, she undid the white robe she’d worn into the chamber and let it fall to her feet in a pool of luminescent silk. It would not do to have a hem blur or smudge one of the carefully prepared lines. Stepping lightly over the lines of the protection circle she stood quietly for a moment her dusky skin gleaming in the dim light with the oils and herbs with which she’d anointed herself in preparation of this moment. All that she had been taught came rushing back to her mind. The summoning she was about to attempt would be her final test. Succeed and she would be a Witch of exceeding skill and power. Fail and she would most likely die. With a decisive gesture she began, the candles flared to life with the her first words of the summoning spell, driving back the darkness.<br/>
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The darkness swirled and twisted, tortured spirits howled and cried for mercy that would never come. There were no forms here, only existence. In the darkness there were only those spirits that fed and those that were devoured. She fed, consuming the weak as they drifted into her reach. It was easy really; She had only to beguile them with soothing thoughts. The offer of succor, of peace drew more than She could consume. Souls gave her strength; they fed the all consuming hunger that was her core, her reason to exist. Always there was the hunger, gnawing at her consuming her if she did not feed it. Then suddenly things were not as they had always been. Darkness was torn asunder, and the spirits of the prey went screaming outward into the deeper darkness that had been. She did not fear, She was not prey. But this was not as it should be so she turned to leave the not darkness only to discover that she could not. Still She did not fear, anger tempered with curiosity would have been a closer description of what She felt. She lashed out with her great strength putting into her strike a small portion of her power.  When it rebounded back upon her She felt fear for the first time. She did what it was her nature to do, she attacked. Screaming outward into the darkness she threw more of her strength and power into the effort. Bursting forth from the darkness She took physical form for the first time in her long existence.<br/>
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As the final words of the summoning spell were spoken the Succubus materialized in the middle of the pentagram, the cloying stench of lust surrounded it like a cloak. It was not as physically imposing as some demons but its power was immense. The young witch had never felt such power before. Raw and primal it beat at her senses in wave after wave of hunger. As she’d been told to expect its form was female, but only in the most basic of ways. Its breast and genitals as well as its basic form were all recognizable, not all that different from her own she thought to herself. You had only to see it once though to know that this creature was not mortal. The horns, wings and the hooves were the most obvious differences, but it was more than that.  Its beautiful face twisted into something horrid each time it pushed against its bonds testing them. A mouth full of razor sharp teeth opened in howl after howl of piercing frustration. It was time thought the witch; she didn’t have the luxury of observing her captive. The longer she delayed the more likely it was that something would go wrong. The summoning was easy compared to what would come next. With a word, a name really she began. At the utterance of her true name, the Demon froze its voice halted in mid howl. Locking gazes with the captive Demon the young witch exerted her will driving it into the demon like a battering ram. Powerful as the blow was it only staggered the demon physically. Its mind rebuffed the assault with unsettling ease.<br/>
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She was adapting quickly, taking in her new surroundings with startling speed. This place had form, and substance. It was a world of physical dimensions very unlike the world of her experience. It did hold magic though, and souls upon which She could feed. Above her She sensed others like her but not nearly as strong as She. When the magic hit her, She focused her attention upon the being standing before her. Its form was not unlike hers she observed though it was not the same. Softer She would have said if she had had words to express her thoughts. It lacks strength and will…it is prey.  Glancing down She could see the pattern of the magic surrounding her. The pattern was not sufficient. Interesting She thought, it looks like a trap for a lesser being.  Focusing again on the prey, She pushed out a tendril of thought in its direction. <br/>
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The witch staggered in shocked surprise as the Demons thoughts pushed into hers. It shouldn’t have been possible for it to have broken through her wards with such ease. Every fiber of her being screamed at the horror that she knew was only moments away. She must concentrate She scolded herself else all would be lost, even her mortal soul. Sweat sprang from the pores of her skin, mixing with the oils to cover her in a slick sheen of fear. Wielding the Demons true name like a sword, she countered its assault with a swift repost of binding magic. Exerting her will she drove the Demons thoughts from her mind and back across the circle of binding.<br/>
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She was amused, no longer fearful of the smaller beings power. She’d tasted its magic and knew it lacked the strength to hold her much less harm her.  The only question that remained was what advantage could be gained from this new situation. As her senses became more aware of her surroundings She could taste the multitude of souls, fresh new souls untainted by death in the places about her. Yes she thought to herself I must explore the possibilities here.  Taking a step forward toward the prey, she felt a brief burst of delicious pain as the wards flared and died in a bright actinic flash. She relished the sudden spike of fear that flooded the preys mind as she closed the small distance between them. Reaching out, She shattered the magical protections that the prey cowered behind in another blinding flash of red light.  Her touch, a gentle caress of the prey’s cheek brought an end to the brief struggle.<br/>
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<span style="font-size: 18px"><b>Ok here is what I want: </b></span>I want to continue this story via any method we can agree on that is NOT in game. (Initially I suggest Private Messages posted here via the DN forums)  I’ve come to the conclusion that my writing is too stiff and repetitive using the available game emotes. I want story, not just ERP sessions. I’m looking to become a better writer. And while Eroticism will be a big part of what happens in the story it will not be THE reason for the story.  I want to have an exchange of post with you that will follow some reasonable schedule. This can vary from nightly to weekly so long as I know when to expect something from you. I expect that we will communicate ahead of time about the direction that the story takes.  I want your input and idea’s but I reserve the right to take things in the direction I choose.<br/>
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<span style="font-size: 18px"><b>What you should know:</b></span> I don’t want to know who you are or for that matter who your characters are in game. I don’t care about your primary or secondary sexual characteristics. I will not share personal information, or at least I won’t share such information until I get to know you a little better. Nor will I ask for yours. I do not expect your writing to meet more than basic competency. I’m not perfect and so you don’t have to be either. But please God people use a spellchecker!<br/>
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<span style="font-size: 18px"><b>What I want from you:</b></span> I want a first character from you that will not survive his or her encounter with the Succubus, she consumes souls! This is your audition! I want you to put forth a good paragraph or two that sets up your character, his place in the world and something about him.  I’m looking for good creative writing not just a quick note saying you like this idea and want me to write it with you.  I intend to choose the best of your submissions and write the next part of the story with you. This means that I will be writing with several of you (hopefully)<br/>
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Thank you for reading this, and I hope to hear from you soon.<br/>
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