Accidental Summons (one on one)

Aron Wingknight was your average college student. He studied, he listened to loud music, he bought video games and spent his spare time whacking off to Playboy. Of course, that changed one day when he found an old book. He had read the book back to front, then decided to try summoning an angel. He got everything set up in the basement of the house his father had bought for him, and covered the windows throughout the house with black cloth. Then he performed the ritual. It wasn't black magic, according to the book, it was neutral. Of course, the ritual went off without a hitch. Except for one thing. As the smoke and dust cleared, there was indeed someone standing there. But it wasn't an angel.

What stood before him could best be described as a Devil. A very female, very busty, very SEXY devil., with short, spikey blue hair, a long purple tail, and a body that could give a statue wood. Add to that her sexy, revealing body armor that couldn't possibly have protected her that much, and the pouty lips she had, and most guys would have fallen over themselves for her.

Aron raised an eyebrow, studying the figure before him. She was stunning in her beauty. But she was also not what he'd intended to summon. In fact, it could conceivably be said that she was the opposite of what he'd intended to summon. With that, he adjusted the glasses he wore, and opened the book he'd been reading from again, studying it with a frown. He ignored her question, and the unspoken threat within, and continued reading.

It wasn't until he found a copyright date at the front of the book that he realized what was wrong. He groaned, putting a hand to his forehead. "I can't believe I spent twenty bucks on this book. I should have checked it for a copyright date before I bought it." He sighed, and threw the book onto a desk across the room.

He looked at his watch, then closed his eyes, rubbing his temples in thought. "And if there's a mistranslation in the summons, there's probably one in the unsummons too."


OOC: Looking for a lady to take up the role of the sexy Devil girl, Carrera

It was like being awoken from a long nap as Cerrera stretched her body in a cat-like manner, which managed to thrust her breasts outward and her ass stick out. It felt so good to finally be free that she had to smile.....a devilish smile nonetheless.

Her eyes immediately locked onto the young man before and she spoke for the first time in a very long time, "So, you summoned me...why?"

There was no response as the man went back to reading, his face showing his confusion. With a sway of her tail, Carrera walked slowly toward him, her hips swinging, her long hair falling in gentle waves down her back.

The tip of her tail swung around and landed on top of the spine of the book, with out a thought she pushed the book down as she bent over to look at the man in the eyes, giving him a full view of her deep cleveage, "I will ask again, why did you summon me?"

Aron's eyes narrowed as the devil walked over to him, using her tail to push away the book. As she leaned into his face, seeming somewhat angry, and demanded to know why he summoned her, he sighed. He stepped around her, walked back over to the book, and thumbed through it again. He turned to face her suddenly, and showed her the page the spell had come from.

"I didn't summon you. At least, not intentionally. I was trying to summon one of these. Though I suppose technically as proof that they exist, you'll do just as well. Balance in all things, and all that." He shrugged, tossing the book away again with a sigh. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, staring at her for a few moments. Then he sighed again, and started for the stairs leading up from the basement.

"Whatever. I'll figure it out later. I need to make something to eat. You coming, or are you going to stay down here and fume some more? It's a shame you are fuming. If you weren't, you might be cuter." He left the statement hanging in the air as he started to climb the stairs leading up to the first floor of the house.

"Do not walk way from me mortal!" Carrera cried out as she followed Aron. Her huge chest jiggling with each step. She followed him up the stairs, not really paying attention to the basement they left but when they got upstairs, she stopped in her tracks.

"What is this?!" She asked as she looked around when they reached the top of the stairs. Everything was new to her. These were things she had never seen before. What this a different sort of evil afoot?

There was only one way to find out, she grabbed Aron's arm, "I demand answers boy! What is this place and why was I summoned?"

Aron ignored her shouted demand as he walked up into the kitchen. He started pulling the black cloths away from the windows, and shook his head. He kept going until he reached the refrigerator, and started to rummage through it for something to make for his supper. When she grabbed his arm, yanking on it and turning him to face her, he looked from her face down to her hand on his arm. He sighed, and shook his head.

"I'd thank you to remove your hand, Miss Devilgirl. I'm trying to make myself something to eat so I can think. After all, I'm going to need to figure out a way to unsummon you." He looked her up and down for a moment, before continuing. "Though if you would rather stay here, I suppose I could let you, as long as you get down on your knees and pledge your body to my service. Considering I intended to summon an angel, I'm not exactly prepared to have summoned demon girl. As for where this place is, it was my home. My father bought it for me."