Sorcery, Wills and Seduction (Lavaske and Subtle Trouble)
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				Title: <strong>Sorcery, Wills and Seduction (Lavaske and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 04:51:29</strong>
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				Philippa bit her bottom lip, staring at the pentagram she'd chalked into the ground, blood dripping from her palm into the centre of the pattern, as she softly whispered words from a dead language. Her last boyfriend had been the final straw. She needed to get laid until she couldn't walk straight, and then she needed to be left alone. Blue eyes stared into the pentagon in the middle,, waiting for something to happen. All her life she'd noticed things that weren't quite right. A man walking through a wall, that creepy feeling up the back of her spine as if she was being watched when she was alone at home. There were things that weren't as they seemed. She'd cast small charms before, for luck, or protection. She smudged her house, and observed her holy days. She was a witch, and she'd had enough.<br><br>This was her first major casting, her first taste of blood magic, and she prayed it was her last. The tome she'd found it in had been so old she was certain the pages were made of skin. She'd managed to translate it as best she could, her lips still whispering the prayer, to a lover from beyond the veil, one to take her hard, strong, and satisfy her. She offered blood for his services, a sacrifice. Some of herself for a piece of him. She was naked, below the full moon, pale light washing across her breasts, shining silver on light blonde hair. She had straight features, high cheekbones, and a certain exotic tilt to her eyes. Her grandmother had een Romani, her other a Druid. She'd been raised at the knee of magics. <br><br>A soft breeze fanned her shoulder length hair behind her, strands fluttering around her face. She was curvy, much heavier than the waifs in the magazines, but in a beautiful manner. She looked real, with weight anchoring her in reality, her far off, pale blue eyes always seeming to look further. Finally her words died, and she clenched her fist, kneeling to place the dagger she'd used on the ground, and bind her hand with a bandage, dabbing polysporin across the wound carefully. She was casting in her back yard, naked on the concrete patio. Breathing slowly, she looked around, and lowered herself into a plastic mesh chair, waiting. He would come. She just had to wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sorcery, Wills and Seduction (Lavaske and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavaske</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 06:38:39</strong>
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				He appeared in a manner much befitting an incubus- he was on all fours, with every inch of his cherry red skin out for the world to see.&nbsp; An abnormally long tongue stuck out from wet, wide lips and his thick erection stood at full attention.&nbsp; He had a horrible look of surprise on his face.&nbsp; From the looks of it, he had been doing something very interesting, and he was none-too-pleased to be pulled away with it.<br><br>“Goddamnit,” he exclaimed, turning his gaze to the naked girl on the lawn chair.&nbsp; He stood, brushing what appeared to be chunks of pineapple off his chest as he did so.&nbsp; “Hello, m'lady- unfortunately it appears that I am now bound to your person and your service.&nbsp; What can I do you for?”&nbsp; He somehow managed to sound both polite, patronizing and peeved all at the same instant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sorcery, Wills and Seduction (Lavaske and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 19:58:51</strong>
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				Phil's eyebrows shot op, mouth gaping open as the incubus appeared. He wasn't anything like she was expecting, and he words that fell from his lips were even more unexpected. "What?" She asked, voice coming out in a soft hiss as she stood, for a moment ignoring the pineapple. "Bound...? No the spell is temporary." She argued, staring at the red-skinned demon's person. Was he lying to her? Demons did lie, and it was very possible, but something told her he truly believed what he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sorcery, Wills and Seduction (Lavaske and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lavaske</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 06:31:23</strong>
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				The incubus stared at her blankly for a moment.&nbsp; A disgusted, dumbfounded look pasted to his face.&nbsp; <em>How the hell can a girl be talented enough to summon a demon like me, and be so stupid as to make the spell permanent instead of temporary?</em> he thought to himself, then repeated it out loud.<br><br>"How in the Nine Hells can you be talented enough to summon a demon and be so <em>goddamned stupid</em> as to make the spell <em>permanent</em>"&nbsp; He glared at her for a moment, then began to regain composure.&nbsp; He let out a long, slow sight.<br><br>"You have no idea what you just did, do you?"&nbsp; Without waiting for a reply, he continued on his rant.&nbsp; "When you summoned me, you are supposed to spill your blood INSIDE the circle to bind me for an hour, OUTSIDE the circle to bind me until you feel like freeing me- but never, never on the circle itself."&nbsp; He groaned.&nbsp; "You've bound your soul to mine, and mine to yours, you stupid wench!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sorcery, Wills and Seduction (Lavaske and Subtle Trouble)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 17:20:17</strong>
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				Her jaw dropped, as he 'patiently' explained her folly. Her eyes shot to the ancient book, and she snatched for it, flipping the broken binding open to the well-read page, trying to decipher the ancient language, every other sense trained on the demon. A vehement curse spilled from her lips, as her head snapped up, looking to the demon with an expression of abject horror. He was right. The book dropped from suddenly numb fingertips, and pages spilled across the patio. Phil's heart sped, her stomach clenched in a twist of fear. What had she done?<br><br>"How can it be reversed?" She whispered, lips white, as she began to tremble softly. She'd bound her everlasting soul to a demon. He may be her slave on Earth, but when she died, he would have his retribution. No reincarnation, no hope of heaven. She had damed herself with a stupid mistake of reading too excitedly. Her eyes fell to the circle on the ground, and the blood drops across the perimeter. She was damned.
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