Botched Demon Summoning (Closed for DreamWalker58)

[celestialdragon]

Xanna Charleston finished lighting the candles highlighting the Devil's Trap and sighed, running a hand through her long copper hair. Her green eyes surveyed the scene before her, making sure that not one iota of the Devil's Trap was out of place.

She was eager to summon her first demon, having studied about it for a couple of years, even teaching herself to read Enochian and Latin. She wasn't going to summon a high ranking demon, not this time at least. She wasn't stupid- she knew what happens when an inexperienced summoner summons a demon that they can't handle.

"Alright, let's begin," she said, once she was satisfied with her work. She made her way over to the spellbook she got out of the school library. Double checking that her window and her door were locked, she began to do the incantation. She had chosen one in Latin, as that was her stronger language.

She didn't specify a name, as the lower ranking demons typically weren't named, but she kept going, using the term "demon" instead of name.

She just hoped that she was pronouncing everything correctly, since these weren't words typically said in the Latin masses of the Roman Catholic church that she had attended faithfully every Sunday up until she was a teenager, when she declared herself to be an atheist, and was excommunicated from the church.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

There were many demons of unimpressive rank. Hell's army had many of them. Stories had passed among them how the mortals meddled in affairs they simple understood. Pride was often their downfall as they felt they understood matters that took decades even centuries to study just to begin to comprehend.

When it was his turn to become summoned the demon wasn't too surprised. Seeing the circle he simply sighed. The creature looked mostly human. Hell, he looked completely human if it wasn't for the black eyes. Lucifer was molded in the image of the angel, given that was what he was. So there were many demons that looked more human than inhuman.

He sat there with brown hair slicked back, muscles and a build of that of a professional runner. Wearing nothing he rolled his eyes, "What am I doing here?" The skin was tanned, an effect for living in a place filled with hellfire it was like living in a tropical climate with a lot less water.

His eyes darted around the place before they focused on the one human in the room. "Why did you bring me here?" the demon asked. A small shiver ran through him. It was colder on Earth than in hell, "I need warmth," he said softly trying not to order around the mortal like the welp it was.

 

[celestialdragon]

Xanna was delighted with the demon that she summoned, staring into his dark eyes without an ounce of fear. Well, she was afraid, but that's because she would be stupid not to be. Even bound by the Trap and her words, he was still much more powerful than she was.

She turned the thermostat up, expecting the request, before returning to her book to complete the binding. Once she was done with her studies- her notebook was already there- she would exorcise him and send him back to Hell, before eating and going to sleep.

The Latin passed smoothly over her tongue, and she wasn't even aware that she mispronounced a word.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

The demon just stared at the at the woman, "What are you doing?" he asked looking more confused at the mortal. The spell wasn't unknown to him, but she was butchering so much. He wasn't going to outright say what went wrong. However, when the energy flickered around him then snapped it just confirmed to him that this mortal was in over her head. At least the air started to warm up at least.

Standing up in the binding circle she was able to see him nude. Demons knew nothing of bashfulness and the like. Xanna got plenty of an eyeful before he asked, "What is your name?"

 

[celestialdragon]

Xanna looked up at him from her reading, frowning. "Not telling," she said in English. "You don't need to know, and I'm not going to give up information." She returned to the spell book, picking up smoothly where she left off.

When she was finished, she looked at him again, green eyes daring him to try to break out of her bond. She licked light pink cupid bow's lips as she waited, completely confident. She did like his form, and her appreciation showed in the pink that showed up on her cheeks.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

The blush was lost on the demon entirely. He wasn't sure what it meant given a lack of modesty in hell. The way her eyes lingered on him did tell the demon of one or two things.

He pressed on the circle then tried to push through it. If he was bound to this plane that was one thing. However, if he was able to leave the circle that was only a few feet big would have been welcomed. "And why won't you tell me?" he asked. The smarts on this mortal impressed him. Names had power. If the wrong person knew your full name it could have been disastrous for you. The fact that this mortal was keen on that spoke something about her intelligence.

"Why did you summon me?" he asked trying to understand the mortal's mindset.

 

[celestialdragon]

"I'm not unaware of the power of names," Xanna said simply, notebook in hand, scribbling away detailed notes. "As such, I don't wish to be made a mockery or example of, so on the subject of my name I shall keep silent."

She looked up from her notes- one of which was a detailed sketch of him- to study him, her eyebrows furrowed in thought. "As for why I summoned you, it's strictly academic. For now. In time, I may summon you again, to do a task or two for me, but for now, all I ask is for your cooperation before I send you back to Hell."

She continued to look at him, glancing back down at her notes to change a thing or two, or to add another thing to her sketch. Dressed in a black sweatshirt and black sweatpants, she didn't look like more than the average college student, maybe even younger, a high school student. But she had dropped out of university at age 21, due to a scandal up at her university involving her, alcohol, and her parapsychology professor. She left to save face, but has spent the past two years studying demon lore.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

The Demon rose up. Again he was impressed by the woman's knowledge when it came to names. At least this human wasn't completely stupid. As he walked back and forth in the summoning circle a smell fell upon his face as it gave way.

One of the candles had gone out and it was just enough for him to press forward. Stepping out of the circle he looked at the young girl. "Is this part of your plan too?" he sneered a little.

For a moment he wanted to see that look of panic. To see what she would have done realizing when the situation went out of her hands. Looking down at her, "What else does that notebook say?" the question was one out of genuine curiosity.

His eyes went up and down the woman's frame taking in all of the curves, and details that were available. The demon was assessing the human. Taking in everything she had to offer. These next few days were going to be interesting.

 

[celestialdragon]

Xanna looked up, only mildly irritated, when she caught him standing outside of the circle.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," she whispered softly, her eyes wide in panic. Her eyes fell on the single candle that burned out. "Next time, I'm using candles that don't burn out like that," she snarled, making a note of it in her notebook.

That's when it really hit her. The demon was out of the Trap, and looking at her like he wanted to eat her up. . . Fuck. She screwed up on the binding spell as well, she realized, and she grabbed her spell book, looking for something that might be able to help her.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

Kneeling down before the woman the demon plucked her spell book then began to look it over. His dark eyes ran over all the words. Then the man looked genuinely unimpressed by everything before handing the book back to her.

"Why did you think you could hold me, mortal?" he emphasized the word. Sure, she was a human that knew a few tricks, but he was a demon. An entity that had lived far longer than she had. She had the audacity to put him into a spell. Whatever revenge he was going to take out on her was going to be so very sweet.

Getting up he moved to the thermostat and turned the temperature up even more. In the short time he figured out how the thermostat worked. The higher numbers were a good thing, but that was all he comprehended from the machine.

Going back to the woman he looked down at her, "What do I call you mortal? I do not need your real name. And only your full name can be harmful to you. A first name or surnname will bring me closer to that point, but it does nothing on the grand scale unless you reveal more." Again the demon knelt down at and watched her. The young woman's habits amused him as he took it all in. Everything from the confusion to the fear were savored like a fine wine. For a human she had her merits when it came to physical appearance.

 

[celestialdragon]

Xanna looked up at him, scowling. She was internally pissed at herself for messing up her Latin, she had an idea of what word she messed up on. She was even more pissed about not getting the trick candles in the first place.

"Does it have to be the bloody Sahara Desert in here?" she asked bluntly as he fiddled with the thermostat. The spell book lay forgotten, and she couldn't think of the exorcism spell right now. Of course, she would have to use the Enochian one. She took off her sweatshirt, revealing a black tank top underneath, a hint of cleavage showing.

She backed up on her bed to make sure she could see his eyes. "You can come up with a name for me, if you want," she said, jutting her chin out defiantly. Like hell she was going to give him her name, any of them. "You can keep calling me 'mortal' if you want, I frankly don't care. But I won't give you my name, or any variation of it."

 

[Dreamwalker85]

At the sight of her cleavage the Demon felt himself hardened, but didn't realize the sensation. He twitched a little seeing her move back upon the bed. Thinking on it he said firmly, "You dub yourself with a name. A falsehood title I can address you by. It doesn't have to be your actual name. I don't need it. You're already in over your head. I just want something to call you besides 'Mortal'," he said flatly.

"For a human you are not unappealing." His eyes roamed up and down her form appreciatively. "And you will deal with the heat. I am here and you will suffer. This is what makes me comfortable. It's not my fault you did not plan properly for this," the words were flat as he continued to just lay it out how it was. She was loosing her control quickly.

His black eyes surveyed the place just taking in all the details. He was curious about how she lived. To understand what the human liked, wanted and needed. This whole experience was new to him. Being a low level demon he was ordered to smash things on the celestial side. There was no fucking around with mortals. So this whole endeavor was new to him.

 

[celestialdragon]

Xanna watched him, hating that he spelled out for her how quickly she was loosing her control. She kept silent, casting her mind around for a name that she could live being called by. Her full name- Xanna was just a nickname- had at least 11 different variations, and she really didn't like any of them, despite having used a few of them growing up.

Her bedroom was her pride and joy, next to her kitchen. It wasn't a large room by any means, but it was cozy. The walls were painted mint green, and her little associate's degree hung on the wall in a frame. The furniture was a dark oak, and the bed was fairly simple, covered in a multitude of blankets and pillows. Two tall bookcases sat near her window, bearing everything from psychology texts to ten cent romance novels. The curtain was a simple piece of black fabric, pinned to the the frame with thumbtacks. A piano bench was being employed as a nightstand, and it held her cell phone, her laptop, three books on demon lore, one of them open to a page on low level demons,and about four cans of Vanilla Coke, three of which were empty and the fourth half way so, most surely flat by now. A large mirror sat proudly on one of her dressers, the edges covered in pictures of her and her friends, and the ex who broke her heart about two months back. Her eyes landed on the sound machine near the door, and the rosary her grandmother had given her when she was excommunicated, mocking her.

"Nicole," she said quietly, her eyes returning to his. "Since you insist on having something to call me by."

 

[Dreamwalker85]

Walking to the mirror he observed himself then poked at the mirror to make sure it was a reflection. "Is this good or bad by human standards?" The Demon asked. Then he snagged the photo of her ex, "This one radiates power. Why?" he tossed the photo down not really caring too much about it. However, he was curious.

From there he looked over everything from the empty cans to the books on demonology. Scoffing at the books he said, "Primitive." Then he looked at the ten cent romance books, "So you're a creature of lust? Interesting," he looked over the psychology books clearly uninterested. Matters of the human mind didn't care about him.

From there he wandered back out to look at the woman. Again her cleavage made him harder and he started to pull at her top wanting to see more. He did not know of matters that involved personal space. "I wish to see more of your flesh," he said softly looking at her.

 

[celestialdragon]

Xanna responded to all of his questions.

"Yes, your figure is very good in the human world."

She picked up the picture of her ex, biting her lower lip before shoving the picture away. "He's in the military, the Army. We were intimate for two and a half years and then broke up because he decided to be a lying jackal."

She bristled as he called the demonology books primitive, they were some of the best in the field.

She rolled her eyes at his "creature of lust" comment. "They're more for a good laugh, really. If you read one ten cent romance novel, you've read them all."

She snarled and pushed him off of her, her green eyes now guarded and wary. "Why?" she asked.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"What made him a lying jackal?" the Demon inquired. Then he looked over the frame of the woman, "It pleases me. Your figure it pleases me for a human, Nicole," the Demon used her fake name.

His eyes went back over the romance novels for a second, "If he was a lying jackal then you read the books to comfort you. Fill a void the jackal left," his attention went back to the woman. "I wish to see your form," apparently the Demon didn't know what personal space or "No," was. He needed some work.

"Why do you live here?" his eyes went back over the place. It was clear, even to him, that Nicole loved the place. All of the care that went into it showed. That meant there was some personal pride in it.

 

[celestialdragon]

Xanna scowled. "He told me he was on his military base when he was really home, not thirty minutes away. Even kept it up for a while. Two months ago I told him to get the fuck out of my life. I suspect he was also unfaithful."

She nodded at his assumption of her romance novels. "They give me hope that the right man is out there, waiting for me."

She remained clothed, defying him. "No."

"I live here because I want to. I was able to move in here on a settlement given to me by someone," she said. "And it's a place to call my own."

 

[Dreamwalker85]

The demon grabbed at her top and pulled hard on it tearing it down the center. He was going to see. Afterward he nodded, "You will find the right one. That's why humans settle down, don't they?" he asked thinking marriage was a lot more altruistic than it was. Sure he knew of adultery, that was why the sin was savored. However, he did not know there were economic reasons and a slew of others as to why people got married.

He looked down at the young woman jsut trying to read her. Both eyes focused on her. The sight of her did make him harder and he didn't realize it. His breathe did quicken a little too.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Partly, but there's a hundred other reasons to marry," Xanna said, wincing at the sound of ripping cloth. She glared at the demon, noting his biological reactions to her body. She shoved at him.

"That is covered up for a number of reasons," she said. "For one, modesty, which I know demons lack a concept of. Two, comfort. Three, I do not know you or your intentions so back the fuck off. Christ, get away!"

 

[Dreamwalker85]

Growling at the woman at the shove. He went back and stared at the woman, "I just wanted to look! I don't need to touch. You wouldn't want or couldn't handle a demon even if you wanted to!" he snarled. Humans didn't usually survive any long term mating with a demon. Usually incubuses and succubi went through humans after a short amount of time. While this human was stupid, she had just enough smarts for him not to want her to die. At least not yet, he was still unsure how to feel about the summoning business.

Going up to one of the blankets he grabbed it then handed it to her, "Here." At least he had some kind of heart, "To cover up. I just wanted to look. I've never seen a human bare. I was curious and you're appealing. If you want, I can skin the jackal for you," he offered as compensation for whatever folly he had done. Honestly, he didn't get the whole modesty thing, but skinning the jackal sounded fun anyway.

 

[celestialdragon]

Xanna snatched the blanket and covered herself up, her cheeks burning red. "It's fine, you don't need to skin him," she murmured. "You'll see, later. I'm not comfortable showing right now. I get that you're curious and think I'm appealing, at least by demon standards, but today was very stressful, even before I summoned you."

 

[Dreamwalker85]

Sitting down in a chair the demon watched the woman. "Why was it bad?" he inquired. The human was interesting. Nichole went through so many different emotions so quickly it was strange. She was a kaleidoscope to him. Always changing as she went from annoyance, to anger, to defiance to fear, all of it was so very fascinating. So it was why he was inquiring. Emotions had triggers that much he knew. Why people had them was a mystery, but he knew they were caused by things that happened. Events, people and the like, but why they were had was still strange to him.

 

[celestialdragon]

"Well, today I had to go food shopping, and that's always stressful because eating even semi healthy is expensive," Xanna said. "I wasn't able to get a few of my necessities, and that irritated me. I got a call back from a job interview, and they said that they'll keep my application on file- meaning that I'm not getting the job. My current job, which is torture, kept me thirty minutes overttime, of which I won't see a dime of, and I missed my bus. And at one point my Enochian dictionary decided to go missing."

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"Why not get cheaper food?" The demon asked. More questions came out, "Why not get a better job? Leave the current one? What is a job? Why do you need it? We can get you more money. Take something besides the bus? What's a bus?" All of these odd things were frustrating the Demon. Humans felt overly complicated with all of their different needs and things. He sat there naked, growing flaccid since the conversation was odd to him.

 

[celestialdragon]

Xanna sighed. It was going to be a long night, and she was exhausted. The summoning had taken what little energy she had left.

"Typically, the cheaper the food, the worse it is for you. In order to be healthy, a human has to eat healthy. But healthy food is expensive."

"A job is what a human does to earn money. This can range from doing menial hard labor to sitting behind a desk and making decisions. I can't leave my current job until I get a better one, so I do not have to get monetary assistance from the government, as my parents aren't an option."

"A bus is a mode of transportation. It's mechanical, but operated by a human. And it's because it's cheaper than taking a taxi, or a subway." She gave a sympathetic smile. "Humans like to meddle with things like that, I'm afraid."