Summoned (D e h u m a n i z e Me & Omniferious)
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				Title: <strong>Summoned (D e h u m a n i z e Me &amp; Omniferious)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Omniferious</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 05:48:48</strong>
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				In the Pit great wings unfurled lifted on an updraft, the energetic byproduct of countless churning souls collected across eons being carefully tended and refined by the predatory denizens created in the spiritual ecosystem that had formed after the angels had been cast down. Great flights of imps exploded and reformed periodically, wheeling against inky nothingness as they sought to escape a bored predator. Imps flowed, merged and sprang apart in a roiling spiral, then a something that resembled a thirteen spoke wheel. In all truth Raguel drifted and spun, lazily snaring imps to enhance the feeling of the chase. Over the last timeless expanse of interest he had whittled this great clan from a teeming mass of millions to a few paltry thousand, letting their soul facsimiles feed him, synthesize into his being and enhance it.<br><br>If he had not made a sport of completely eradicating the Clan Tzeenshe he would have missed that dangling silver thread, sliding back and forth with a permanence that spoke of the material plane. Raguel had missed so many opportunities to grab a flailing summoning--this time he would not. This time he would enter into Creation and work his position. There had been a time of great activity, once, in demon summoning but no longer. The demon surged forward, scattering his prey and snapping leathery wings in his sudden passage, and grasped onto the silver line. A scream of raw agony erupted from the incubus as the process of transubstantiation began.<br><br>In painful, rushing speed Raguel was serially decompiled, piece by minuscule piece, and sucked up the suddenly frenzied line. Raguel burst back into Creation with a sudden and soundless boom, an echo of spiritual energy that sent prickling sensation touring up and down the spine. For the first time in too long Raguel felt atmospheric pressurization, gravity, ambient heat. The demon's body was a lionized, idealized sculpture of a man's form. Smooth, hairless, unblemished ivory skin covered a body of rock hard muscle. Standing more than a full head taller than most of the humans on Earth the demon blinked its blank, vacant eyeballs--inky black threatening to blatantly consume all who looked into them--as he began to try and understand his location.<br><br>His mind flowered, blossomed, spread out and out from around him, touching, briefly, the psyches of those within twenty miles of where he was. A quick understanding of language came, a knowledge of geography and nation states. The social taboos and mores. My, how things had changed since he had last been walking the material plane. More than ever it seemed like the Earth was rife for a change, on the brink of something new and exciting. The kind of thing Raguel would like to find himself at the head of, with an appropriate proxy for public attention, of course.
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