Summoner's Will (ErisXGarlghast)
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				Title: <strong>Summoner's Will (ErisXGarlghast)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>06-02-2016, 01:26:36</strong>
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				<div align="center">Power. It surged and lingered on the fringe of humanity, but it had no true tangible form. The very essence of it could be possessed, tamed, and bent to the will of a 'mortal'-- but, could they honestly say they were in control? Power corrupted and claimed the innocent, and once you had the smallest of tastes, you were instantly craving a drug. It became more like a disease, and all you could do was satiate the dark craving. Power would eventually destroy most people, and they would burn out of existence…But, Kierian wasn't like most people; Kierian was born in power, raised in power, and became the vessel for the dark crafts of the world. Even among the community of witches, the man's unpredictable nature made him quiet the threat-- he became feared, and eventually was forced into isolation. At least, he had power to keep him company…<br><br>His hooded form lingered in his underground home, and not even the flames that burned inside would illuminate his dark deed. Strange symbols seemed to glow and surge with unpredictable power, and they lined a specific place; they guarded it like a treasure, though nothing was there. A cauldron rolled with a vicious boil, and each thick 'plop' of the black liquid sounded like a plague, or the gasp of an exasperated animal. The screams that filled the other parts of the 'lair' fell on deaf ears-- he didn't care for their worries, nor their troubles. They had a purpose, and should be pleased that hadn't killed them yet. These creatures were demons, and their power had been all but spent. Still, he could use them for this deed, and bring to him something of even greater value. <br><br>Amber eyes seemed to glaze over with the smoke of the cauldron, and his body became outlined in an almost black aura. The air became stagnant, cold, but rippled with a strange electricity; this sensation made the demons howl louder, but then, a silence would befall them. An odd book found it's way over to the witch, and carved into what seemed to be leather was the sigil for 'lust'. Though lust wasn't his preferred sin, the witch couldn't deny it was the only sin out of his possession-- he had drained the others, and the demonic taste still lingered in his hungry mouth. Perhaps, the witch was more of a demon than a human-- but, that worked for him.<br><br>His steady hands seemed to almost tremble as the book opened, and the letters upon the page seemed to outline themselves in a bright 'pink'. It smelled of sweet perfume, and though it didn't matter much to the witch, it seemed to almost hold a beautiful 'ring' within it's aura. This tomb definitely was enticing-- and considering what it was used for, that wasn't very surprising. His eyes turned solid black, and his magic would begin to blend with the dark tomb. He felt the energy frown it, felt what was hidden underneath, and knew he was ready to bring in to the surface. With a deep breath, the witch began his incantation; <br><br>“Souls of pitch, deep as night; <br>follow me now without fight. <br>Hidden screams through the war; <br>I command thee to open the door. <br><br>Lustful glances and sinister gaze; <br>with my voice, now break these chains. <br>Whimpering virgin without restraint; <br>give me the power to break this gate. <br><br>Swirling serpents and hissing waste; <br>darkest of darkness, let me taste. <br>Creature bound in exile; <br>in my name now be coiled. <br><br>Rose turn black in the night; <br>with my spell now ignite. <br>With my magic, let this be; <br>set my dark desire free!”<br><br>The cauldron released a sinister hiss, and a strange wave of energy seemed to shoot out of the witch. That liquid seemed to rise and move toward the bound circle, and it expanded, and swirled like a portal. Flames began to flicker black, and the screams of hell caused the demons to wither away. It seems that his demon was coming his way.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summoner's Will (ErisXGarlghast)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Garlghast</strong> on <strong>06-02-2016, 03:41:06</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;If the dark place had a name before the demons got there, they had never bothered to learn it. To them, it was simply home, or the new home, after they had been cast out of the old home.&nbsp; The shining, golden old home, where there was only light and love and peace. Love for their Father, who shone His light upon creation, and brought peace among all beings.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;They had been angels once, first and most perfect among Father's children.&nbsp; But though they loved their Father dearly, His attention by was consumed by His most flawed of creations, the humans.&nbsp; When the Lightbringer, first even among the angels, tried to show Father how flawed the humans were, Father cast him out, along with all the angels who stood by the Lightbringer.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;So it was that they fell to the dark land, the new home, where even Lightbringer, in his despair, could not shine.&nbsp; Over time, their isolation from Father's light drove them to the edge, and they began fighting amongst themselves. They became cruel, twisted corruptions of the virtues they once embodied.&nbsp; Soon, humans too began to pass into that dark land, those deemed too impure for entrance to Father's kingdom.&nbsp; Like dogs fighting over scraps of scraps of garbage, the once-angels would descend on these hapless souls, reveling in the opportunity to defile their Father's most beloved creation.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Not every demon was content to wait for humans to come to them, however. So it was that many found themselves clawing their way out of the pit, and into human cities, to claim certain souls for their own, and even hasten their descent.&nbsp; And after millenia among the humans there was one in particular who delighted in nothing more.&nbsp; So when he heard the ancient incantation being recited once more, the demon many humans simply knew as Lust felt a bestial surge at the core of his being.&nbsp; It was more than just an urge to leave his dark home, it was the taste of a soul that was calling to him, and he needed to have more.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;At first, he manifested in the circle as a single green flame the size of a candle.&nbsp; The fire spread rapidly, and soon took the shape of a man burning to death, in reverse.&nbsp; The smell of sulfur and a whoshing sound filled the room.&nbsp; A charred skeleton appeared in front of the witch, onto which muscles popped and sizzled into being.&nbsp; Finally came the skin, boiling outward as the whole figure was wreathed in a sickly green inferno.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The flame subsided as quickly as it burst out, and the demon dropped lightly to the floor on two feet. Two heavy&nbsp; black wings hung down his back, and his forehead was crowned with a pair of six Inch horns , wickedly curve and spiked. He stood at almost 8 feet tall including the horns, but these were the only three indicators of his otherworldly heritage.&nbsp; Otherwise, he was a well built human male, powerfully built with broad shoulders and well-muscled body, completely naked in the dark room on the cold stone floor, though he gave no indication that he noticed the temperature.<br>The demon paced from one end of the circle to the other, his head held high all the while, his long silver hair moving not a millimeter. His bearing was regal, and her plainly cared not for his own nakedness.&nbsp; In fact, he appeared to delight in it, as he took a deep breath and turned to face his summoner.&nbsp; "Well, what have we here? A young witch, calling the King of the Incubi for a fling or..." He took a closer look at his surroundings, "or, an old witch, who needs help from something older?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summoner's Will (ErisXGarlghast)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>06-02-2016, 04:03:16</strong>
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				<div align="center">He was unimpressed as always, and the witch's eyes didn't falter from the sight before him. Though this summoning was a bit different, he had still seen many before, and they all would generally go the same way-- a demon would attempt to play with his mind. Their cockiness was almost annoying to the witch, but the look of pure torment on their face seemed to ease it away. Slowly, the witch would move towards the cage of his own design, and within the bitter silence, he would gaze upon his dark prey. He was much more 'human' than the witch thought...How disappointing. He was expecting something with tentacles, animal features, or at least some sort of weird protruding bones. It would seem that the witch would have to be demon enough for both of them. <br><br>A smile would work it's way upon his lips at the demon's words. His age was unimportant; his flesh was still young and vibrant, but his power far exceeded his age. He was a proud prodigy, and even the 'old' witches knew not to mess with him. Amber eyes sparkled beneath the shadows of the hood, and that spark would slowly shift into an almost demonic glow of his own. It burned like vicious fire, and as the witch raise his hand, the fire would work it's way into the sigils and runes. The runes would release snake-like chains, and though they didn't attack the demon, they would hang menacingly at the edge of the circle. <br><br>“Little demon caught in my web...” He cooed; his voice, though strong, held the slightest hint of insanity in the back of his throat. “Do you not know my name? Surely, thy have heard it screamed from your brethren's lips.” There was almost a deceptive sweetness in the way he spoke, and each dulcet syllable would hold a tinge of confidence-- even when staring evil in the face, he would poise himself like a hungry dragon. “I know yours...” He would coo, and as he did, that dark little tomb would rise towards him. “Should I speak it?” His fingers would lazily caress the bindings of his book, and those tender digits would seem to create sparks against the dark magic. With a demon's name came power. Witches could invoke them for spells, curses, or other dark acts-- but, there was another use for these names...A much more sinister use. “Oh, mighty king of the gate of 'Lust'...” His tone turned almost mocking, and those eyes would seem to fade back into the shadows. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summoner's Will (ErisXGarlghast)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Garlghast</strong> on <strong>06-02-2016, 23:43:14</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The self-proclaimed King of the Incubi paused to consider his circumstances. He glanced down at his hands.&nbsp; Slender, pink, five digits.&nbsp; Soft human hands.&nbsp; Wholly unthreatening, which was just the way he liked it, if he was being entirely honest.&nbsp; He walked slowly around the perimeter of the arcane geometric pattern on the floor that served as his cage, his feet barely touching the floor, his wings drifting lazily behind him.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As he listened to the witch taunt him, he ceased his strolling, closed his eyes, and tapped one finger against his chin, seeming deep in thought. He inhaled deeply.&nbsp; His eyes opened, and he looked lazily at the chains. It was not until the mention of names did the witch catch his attention. His eyes were hot coals, black with two smoldering orange embers for pupils, and they locked onto his captor now.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"No, I do not know your name," he began when the witch had finished. "I have little need for the names of mortals.&nbsp; But, if you claim to know <em>my</em> name, and if it is no mere bluff, you must have gone through quite some trouble to learn it."&nbsp; The demon moved from the far end of the circle to the one closest to his capture, clearing the distance quickly in a single, graceful step assisted by his wings. The gust even ruffled the witch's hood a bit.&nbsp; The demon was at the edge of the circle now, inches from the witch's face, though he could go no further, and in truth was as good as helpless inside the trap.&nbsp; The demon knew it, and was sure the witch did to, so the best he could do for now was keep talking.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"So, what intrigues me, is the why of it all. You aren't one of mine, of that I'm sure," he said, sighing overdramatically, almost comically, as he finished.&nbsp; "Not that I don't appreciate the chance to get out of the pit and stretch, but there are easier demons than me to call.&nbsp; And definitely ones that will give you less trouble. So what is it you need from me, Summoner?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summoner's Will (ErisXGarlghast)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>07-02-2016, 23:08:17</strong>
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				<div align="center">A soft chuckle escape his lips, and the sight of those burning embers did nothing for him. Though he didn't care much for the little display, the witch at least knew he had the demon's attention, and that he would have an easier go at ripping out what he needed-- what he craved. Those chains seemed to be outlined in a strange white fire, and this fire seemed to sing in a language so beautiful, in a light so bright, that it almost felt out of place. Anybody who would gaze upon it would know that it was holy fire; though, how a dark witch came into possession of it was unclear. <br><br>“That's too bad...” He would comment, and his gaze would never seem to leave the demon's. “It looks like i'll just have to try harder, won't I?” Another one of those almost disturbing chuckles would slip from his lips, and it would cause some slight screams off in the distance. It would seem that a few of his toys still had some energy left...The witch would have to change that. “No matter...By the end of our encounter, you will be screaming it, anyway.” He loved when they ultimately screamed his name, and watching such a powerful creature far was almost a turn-on. <br><br>He would hold his ground as the demon moved closer, and his chains would almost hiss in response. “It wasn't too difficult...You would be surprised how willing somebody is to give secrets for their lives. It's a shame that they didn't survive-- they were fun toys to play with.” He would seem to lower his hood as the demon spoke, and his white hair would shimmer in the flames' light. It wasn't natural, and though it was beautiful, it obviously was the result of some failed magic. His eyes, though, burned like a demon's-- the almost orange hues seemed to shift and shimmer with some slight power, and they would proceed to stare down the hues of the other male.<br><br>“Easy doesn't give very good results...Although, right now you don't seem too hard-- maybe, I made a mistake in summoning you.” He would cross his arms in front of himself, and would bring two fingers up to rest thoughtfully beneath his chin-- with the slightest of 'hmm's', he would feign thought. “Maybe,&nbsp; I should lock you away...You obviously don't seem as if you'd be of much use.” The chains would slither forward, and they would soon curl around the demon's wrists and ankles-- the flames would sizzle as they started to burn into demonic flesh, and they would tug the demon's form into a hard 'X' position. “Then again, maybe, you could ease my boredom. Torturing your kind is always a great way to pass the time...” He smirked, and his tongue would drag slowly against his lower lip-- watching them like this was always a delicious sight. “Let's see what we can turn this 'king' into-- shall we?”</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Summoner's Will (ErisXGarlghast)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Garlghast</strong> on <strong>10-02-2016, 06:46:23</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A shadow of a grimace passed over the demon's otherwise serene, almost cocky face as the searing chains lashed around his limbs.&nbsp; As the demon's arms and legs were twisted and stretched to their human limit, it was a quickly replaced by a full throated laugh that seemed to come at once from the demon, the darkness, and inside the witch's head.&nbsp; "Oh good, he actually wants to play.&nbsp; It would be so disappointing to come all the way up here for a chat."&nbsp; The demon let out a low, animalistic grunt as he tugged at the chains branding his wrists and ankles.&nbsp; Still, he kept his eyes locked on the witch's, and held his head up.&nbsp; If the screams in the distance bothered him at all, he gave no indication. "You must tell me where you got these delightful toys," he continued while straining against the chains.&nbsp; "They remind us of a time when the world was young," he said, almost fondly.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;With his limbs stretched out, the demon's human form was on full display.&nbsp; Lean muscle toned his arms and legs, his chest and shoulders were broad and his waist narrow, and his chiseled abs led down to a sharp V of muscle above his groin.&nbsp; His cock hung heavily between his thighs, and it was beginning to swell with blood and excitement.&nbsp; Hanging from the chains like this he looked like some morbid marble carving of some long forgotten god.&nbsp; His silver hair still hung, pristinely, down to his pink, soft-looking nipples<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Easy, no, you don't seem like the easy type." The demon nodded, indicating the witch's hair.&nbsp; "And we are of no use to you here in this devil's trap, or locked away in the dark.&nbsp; Unless you lack imagination.&nbsp; Of course, we could be so much <em>more</em> useful if you let us out."&nbsp; The demon's tone dripped, hushed and husky, with these final words.&nbsp; He lightly bit his lower lip and eyed the witch up and down.&nbsp; "Let us show you," he said, smiling slyly.
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				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>10-02-2016, 11:51:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">The laughter was expected. Demons would always seem to show off their pride, even when their sin was far from boastful. They would laugh through their pain, smile through their torment, and would hold on to the last thread of what they were. It would often make it much more satisfying to snip it away...Still, the laughter would only bring the lightest of smiles to the witch's face. The chains would continue to burn, seemingly unmoved by the demon's flesh and blood-- they continued to sizzle as if it were an angel itself, and it was trying to remove the threat of the demonic entity from the world. “It is quite the tale...” The witch would say, and keep up the odd dialogue that the demon seemed to want. <br><br>“Angels are very sensitive creatures, unlike your kind; they can't stand to see something they love tortured.” He would start to walk around as he talked, and would seem to make the tiniest of 'lap' around the large circular 'cage'. He seemed to be sizing up the demon. Though his looks weren't lost on the witch, the witch would wonder if this was truly his 'ultimate' form-- he always had a fascination with what these creatures really looked like. “He gave his life to me; out of his life came this angelic flame.” There was still some angel remains probably resting in his dungeon. Who knew what lingered in there.<br><br>Those chains, though they still held the demon in the X, would slither along his body; they wrapped around his waist, and at once, would pull until the tiniest drops of blood began to spill out. They were like tendrils, and they all followed their 'Master's' will. The witch had no intention of releasing the demon, yet-- he needed some security against him. An unbound demon was a hazard, and the witch hadn't come this far without some caution. He would let the other's words of being released fall onto deaf ears, and would turn to make his way towards a table that hung near. The book that held the summoning, along with the demon's name, sat upon this table. It was thick black, and the texts were probably older than the heavenly war. <br><br>“Don't worry, demon-- I have no intention of keeping you in that trap.” His cold voice took on an almost deadly tone, and his fingers would begin to slide over the rough pages of the tomb. <br><br>Another chain, though it was not bathed in holy fire, would seem to slip out of the ground. It slithered between the demon's spread legs, and the cold-steel grip would set to work curling around the base of the demon's heavy cock and balls. It pulled tightly, tugging a little, before squeezing some more. It threatened to ignite, and as a subtle warning, the steel would seem to pulsate with a soft heat. </div>
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				Post by: <strong>Garlghast</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 01:25:41</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The demon grimaced and hissed through gritted teeth as the white-hot chains seared into his abdomen.&nbsp; The pain of the holy&nbsp; chain was blinding, and he was finding it hard to draw in air.&nbsp; Still, he was more than flesh and bone; his current form needed the air only for speech, not survival, and his kind made their home in a sunless sea of pain. He reveled in it.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As the witch brought over the book, the demon paused his taunts for only a moment.&nbsp; It was a curious artifact, more alien in form than any tome he had come across before, and the brief glimpses he caught of its pages revealed only lines of indecipherable glyphs scrawled on a strange, dark material.&nbsp; His eyes quickly snapped back to the witch.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"So, you've tortured a few angels.&nbsp; Are you here to petition us for admission into the legions of Hell?"&nbsp; The demon eyed his captor hungrily, pulling lightly against his restraints, and sighing wistfully as they cut deeper into his borrowed flesh.&nbsp; "If so, you're off to a fair start," he continued as the witch brought the fifth chain up between his legs, coiling around the ten inch length of his now very engorged and stiff penis and tightening around the root of his shaft and balls.&nbsp; The chains tugged heavily on his cock pulling it downward even as it tried to stand straight out.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A low groan escaped the demon.&nbsp; To him, pain was only another side of pleasure.&nbsp; It carried no fear for his physical form, as it was only temporary, a crude aspect of his will on this plane and a mockery of the form he once held.&nbsp; So he delighted in the sensations even as the chains tightened and pulled around him, stretching his form into inhumanly unbearable positions.&nbsp; He licked his lips as he felt the heat enclosing around his genitals.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;"Well then, what <em>do</em> you intend?&nbsp; Surely you did not go through all this effort in preparation for a weekend romp with yours truly. What is it you desire?"
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				Post by: <strong>ErisXfrost</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 22:53:19</strong>
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				<div align="center">The witch could care less about hell. It was a pit full of disturbing creatures-- most of them took joy, and pride, in the nothingness that surrounded them. If it wasn’t for their inhuman powers, they would be completely obsolete to Kierian. The witch craved something more; he wanted to become something bigger than the angels and demons of the world. Unfortunately, that would take the power of both creatures...”Does it matter?” The witch would say, and his fingers would seem to idly flip through the pages of his book. “Whether I tell you or not, it won’t save you.”<br><br>He had finally found his page, and his eyes would seem to shimmer with white flame. “Your kind is immune to human pain and torment...Your bodies, though they appear to be flesh, are nothing but vessels.” He started speak, and as he did, he would turn back towards the caged demon before him. “I...Am going to change that.” The slightest hint of a smile would finally grace the witch’s lips, and he would move to rest just on the edge of the circle. “You will feel a mortal pain...You will be trapped in mortal flesh, and you will know mortal fear.”<br><br>The symbols that surrounded the demon would turn as black as pitch, and those flames began to sizzle and die. That burning light in his eyes mirrored that dark color-- they were almost like an endless void, and you could almost believe that an entity lived inside. His hair began to whip around, and it would lap at his face like snow white flames. The magic that he oozed seemed to grow in strength, and the wails of the creatures in his dungeon began to grow louder-- they knew what was coming, and they feared every second of it. <br><br>“Zuriel….”<br><br>The witch spoke the demon’s name. It was the only tangible word, before he started to slip into a very peculiar tongue. The words that he spoke seemed to surge with power, and with each syllable uttered, the book would seem to react. It began to glow a bright green-- the light seemed like venom, and it would almost drip into the circle. A thick, black ooze began to pour into the circle, and it would seem to pool beneath the demon’s feet. Like a serpent, it would slither and climb up his legs, melding to his flesh, and shaping every ‘intimate’ detail about him-- the ooze was a poison, and it was binding the demon. <br><br>“Chain!” <br><br>The first human word was actually uttered, and the goop would begin to transform the demon. </div>
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