Till death. (Thou Shalt Not and Eeyore)
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				Title: <strong>Till death. (Thou Shalt Not and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 20:16:52</strong>
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				The sound of a heartbeat was the only thing the young woman could hear as she stared at the ancient tome, her long finger tracing lightly under the script of a language so old a bare handful of people could read it. Ice blue eyes slowly shifted across the page, right to left, backward – the way the language was written. That had taken her ages to figure out.&nbsp; The language had nearly no grammar or discernable syntax. The tome was about the age of the King Arthur tales. Indeed, the last recorded person able to read this language with no trouble had been Merlin, himself. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Her breathing was slow and steady, slowly puffing from full, pale lips, long hair hanging around her face concealing her visage to anyone who cared to look into the black room, spare five candles in front of her. The flickering light glinted off of a thin dagger; sharpened so many times the blade was only an inch thick, and curved. It had come into her possession the same way as the candles and book had – from her grandmother. The crazy old witch had held onto the last, and then passed on everything to the only family who believed at least some of what she said.<br><br>Believed, she had prayed that the book could do as it promised. Who she prayed to, she wasn’t quite certain. “Please, please work….” She whispered to the book, her eyes closing for a moment, before she stood, embracing the tome like a fragile babe. <br><br>Her candles battled valiantly against the darkness that shrouded the room, but there was no way for her to read from the book – she would have to recite the summoning from rote. She should be able to. She’d studied the book for three years. Now, barely twenty, she would summon the greatest lover a mortal would ever know.<br><br>Her alto voice was crisp, a slash in the silence as she began the recitation in the language, her voice strong, though her inflections were wrong. But how was she to know? The one man she had begged to teach her the Language of the Demons had nearly killed her. She had then decided to learn o her own.<br><br>The candles suddenly extinguished from a nonexistent wind, and she bent again, carefully setting the tome down, before reaching for the knife, her fingertips slicing along the side of the blade, before she found the hilt. She rose, fisting her free hand around the blade, and slowly drawing it out, cutting deep and long across her love line, breath hissing through her teeth against the sharp sting.<br><br>The blood welling, she dropped the blade to her side, and held her hand out blindly as the blood welled, and slowly began to drip onto the aux marble floor, and the candle in the center of the cross-shape they had been put in. North, south, east, west and center.&nbsp; Earth, Air, Water, Fire and Spirit.<br><br>Her voice rose as the chant came to a climax, before she cut her voice off, the silence ringing with the power of the words, and she felt a tugging from the cut, like something was trying to drag her into hell, just as she was trying to drag something out. She stood firm, leaning back against the invisible force, pulling against it, pulling Him out. Merlin’s father. The king of the Incubi. <br><br>The tug of war seemed to stretch time, as she fought, but she felt herself winning, ignoring the feeling of something clasping around her wrist. <br><br>Little did she know that the clamp around her wrist would be her downfall. That was the binding of The King to her. She hadn’t given much thought to being unable to figure out that one word in the instructions. The word for Dead. The blood sacrifice was to be from a dead thing, so once the King’s duty had been filled, he would return to Hell with the soul he was bound to. <br><br>She was to be stuck with the King of the Incubi until she died, her soul forfeit to hell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Till death. (Thou Shalt Not and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 17:30:50</strong>
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				The King of the Incubi stood in the center of his Prison-Home. He had waited for an eternity to be released. The creation of his son, Merlin, had been the last time he had walked amongst mortals and he longed to do so once more. Suddenly, the ceiling above him began to swirl, a familiar tugging sensation beggining to be felt all over him. Could it be...?<br><br>The room around him began to swirl. Yes! It was the old magic, summoning him to the world of Mortals again! His arms raise above his head as he tilts his head skywards, eyes closed, drowning in the magic that swirled around him, starting a chant to counter that of he -or she- who summoned him. <br><br>It soon became clear that it was a girl, her sexual frustrations spilling over into the magic that he began to drink in. She was inexperienced too, her words not quite right, and her sacrifice - oh yes, had she really just done that? - was one that bound herself to him, and not so inanimate object! The fool! She would never be able to banish him! His own magic began to bond itself around her wrist. A small horned face, almost like that of the devil, began to imprint itself on the underside of her wrist in red, faint against her flesh.<br><br>The swirling around him began to ebb and he lowered his arms and his head, opening his eyes. The room had changed and the girl stood before him, his eyes able to see clearly in the dim light. A snap of his fingers caused the candles to flare to life once more, the light dancing across his naked body.<br><br>He was more then handsome, looking to have been carved from stone. Dark hair, fire eyes, and a muscled body that rippled as he moved. His body was hairless (save from his head) and his large cock hung limply, swaying as he took a few steps towards her. "Who is it that has summoned me?" He says, his voice assaulting her from every direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Till death. (Thou Shalt Not and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 18:39:51</strong>
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				A gasp escaped her, as her eyes opened, the light breaking through her lids, and she stared at the man in front of her, jaw dropping open as her eye blue eyes raked along his form. It had actually worked. Truly. There was a man - well, a demon, standing in front of her. She hadn't truly believed it would work. Not really. The reality of the situation crashed upon her slight frame like a tidal wave, and she stepped back unconsciously, the fragile book falling from limp fingers, ancient binding breaking at the abuse, pages sliding every which way.<br><br>His voice drilled right to the very core of her, and a blush flooded to her cheeks, the tone, and timbre heating her very core. Oh that voice. Her breaths were shaky, and she stared, her mind blank from shock, and from the anesthetic quality of his voice. He'd asked something, though she couldn't figure out what. <br><br>Her thin frame shook from the impact of the situation, her mind unable to wrap around the enormous truth that a demon, an incubus stood before her. The King of the Incubi, nonetheless. Finally, her mind wrapped around at least his question. Who was she? A moment more for her to remember her own name. "I-it's Annabelle." She whispered, voice barely louder than a breath.<br><br>(I'm sorry it's so late and so short &gt;.&gt;)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Till death. (Thou Shalt Not and Eeyore)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>28-09-2009, 16:38:12</strong>
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				His presence was overpowering, the girl who had summoned him clearly not expecting what she saw now. It was clear her mind was weak and would be easy to take over and control, but what would the King of the Incubus do? Well, being a Succubus, he had a very very large sexual appetite and he figured that he had been summoned to fulfill the girls libido too - though why she had summoned him instead of another Incubus was beyond his reasoning. She was in over her head, that much was clear.<br><br>"Bow down before me, Annabelle, you are in the presence of a King!" He roars at her, striding over towards her, his voice compelling and assaulting her from all sides. Overwhelming her was the quickest way to break her mind, to make her his in every possible way. She would be powerless to stop him, especially with the destruction of the book she had so carelessly let drop to the floor. 
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