<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt15vIB.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Helena Cross<br/><strong>Student ID:</strong>WTCH715-2080<br/><strong>Age/Year</strong>19/Freshman<br/><strong>Area of Study:</strong>History of Witchery<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>Monday, September 7th | Conjuration Class<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Conjuration Laboratory<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>| OPEN |<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Failed her Summoning. Possessed by this Imp (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/de/e1/90/dee19099473d5b0679db55f615735a6d.jpg) (Name Unknown). Also summoned  This Imp (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c5/0b/04/c50b0482314cdb7ddd6aab4f956ac6f0.jpg) (Name Unknown)<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The perfect storm of mistakes, contrivances, and sabotage were ready to coalesce in the Conjuration Laboratory, and Helena had no idea that she was going to be at its Epicentre.<br/><br/>The mistakes were a simple combination: Negligence on her part in rechecking the Conjuration circle after it had been confirmed, as well as not having some sort of anti-tampering ward. The contrivances were loss of Professor Erzulie; pulled away at the last minute by Amelda due to an emergency in the Gymnasium. The Sabotage, as would later be discovered, was a direct result of one particularly malignant member of Beta Iota Chi getting revenge on someone for a slight that probably didn't really exist. Alvena Marsh getting revenge on Dorothy for...nothing, probably.<br/><br/>Either way, with Professor Erzulie confirming they should continue with their Conjuration Circles, Helena felt herself emboldened. History Witch though she was, Helena found Conjuration had a certain appeal as a secondary focus. It was a delight to practice something that demanded precision, and yet also offered something practical and immediate. Her study of the past often got tossed aside as being the drudged up dregs of long dead, long useless trivia. She'd had the debate with Cassie, in fact, not that long ago. Helena saw it as a beautiful attempt to sift gold from dust, but she also saw the need to dust herself off every once in a while, and really dive into the nitty-gritty of something in the here-and-now.<br/><br/>The Here-and-now, in this case, was her finished circle of summoning. It was a Tri-Circle construction; each layering the other in a intricate and elaborate circle of runes that started in Gaelic, then moved to a Germanic script, and finally to a very old form of Anglo-Saxon style Old English. Perhaps a bit of showboating on Helena's side, but she liked to show the fruits of her labour from time to time. She'd pre-drawn the circles a half-dozen times by now, but completing the real thing was an experience. She used magic to essentially draw the circles for her, telepathically manipulating several pieces of chalk like a puppet master would. Next, the candles. She set them in the shape of a Pentagram, making sure to point it upwards, with the point facing North.<br/><br/>Then came the final part of the ritual. The Charcoal in her hand, she stood in the middle of the circle and began to chant. She spoke her incantations as hushed whispers, Gaelic flowing from her lips in almost song-like chant. “<strong>Canaidh mi an teine, Bheir mi beatha dha. Dèan seirbheis air mo whims, No cuir aghaidh air strì mhòr.*</strong>” There was a flash of heat in the clenched fist of the English Witch, the Charcoal seemingly heating up, then spreading as it was crushed in her hand, ground up to be sacrificed as a catalyst. If not for a change to two of the Runes, Helena would have completed the summoning flawlessly. She was well within the right place to conjure a Salamander forth and bind it to her will with such a simple incantation, as well as the triplicate binding. Each tier, if focused on a single creature, would have shackled it's body, then its mind, then its soul. It was perhaps a simpler construction than she could have used, but it was also the least taxing. It would basically cost her no great source of magical energy, and allow her to be at full power after the Conjuration was completed.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, two runes changed made all the difference in the world.<br/><br/>What should have been one Salamander was now calling forth two Imps; Decently powerful ones at that. This invalidated her strategy multiple times over, not least of all because binding two creatures with her constructed circle was basically asking for disaster. The Binding was meant to feed itself when it bound the creature's body, but since two things were fighting against the magical tethers, they strained...<br/><br/>Anyone watching Helena's conjuration would see it unravel before their eyes. The circles coalesced around the two creatures being borne into the world of Charcoal, fire, and magic. They clamped around the beings and stretched, contorted to try and fit two wriggling forms. Then the second attempted to grasp around the pair's head, shearing and shattering after a few seconds of bashing the humanoid balls of fire against each other. Finally, the third circle was meant to brand itself on the Salamander's chest, and replicate itself on Helena's bosom. It was a sort of tether that would have, if all went well, bound the pair together. Instead, one of the wriggling fiery forms lashed out and grasped the circle within its slender fingers.<br/><br/>At this point, the two creatures had formed into reality. The circles mostly shattered and, in an effort to repair the damage, Helena's own magic was sucked into the creatures. The failsafe was empowering the imps, and gave the smaller of the two primordial beings - a Humanoid made of fire and brimstone – the chance to make use of the distracted, weakened Helena, who was already prepped for a soul-binding. It skipped over to Helena, touching the pale skinned woman and seemingly melding into the Goth's pale flesh. Heat and passion and magic flowed and then vanished, absorbed into Helena, whose eyes opened to reveal a pink film hueing them. Possession compete.<br/><br/>The other creature, a 4'8 Imp of Red Skin, full lips, brown hair, and long bullish horns wrapped in golden chains, seemed to stretch in all of her devilish splendour. She was busty, and barely covered in a black dress that hugged a deliciously full hourglass figure, with slits down her thighs. Her wiry tail seemed to move with a prehensile intelligence, as she walked over to the possessed Helena and smiled, gripping her chin between manicured red fingers. “<strong>We're free, my sweet.</strong>”<br/><br/>Helena's voice responded, even if it wasn't her words. “<strong>We are, my love; for now. You look ravishing as always...</strong>” Helena's eyes flickered, a sort of 'fuck-me' haze over them as she looked at the Imp first, then the rest of the class.<br/><br/>“<strong>Oh, don't worry dear. I intend to do plenty of ravishing before this opportunity ceases.</strong>” Leaning in, the Imp kissed 'Helena', a sensuous tongue-laden touch of lips that left a trail of spittle between the two women. “<strong>Now, who should we mess with first?</strong>”<br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>(*Gaelic Translation, according to Google: “I call the flame, I give it life. Serve my whims, or face great strife.”)</em></span>