Whitefire25
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Demon slave?
Christina, my very Goth friend, found a book about demons in her attic. Apparently her family is very Goth oriented. “It says you can get a demon slave if you weave sage and lavender together with rowan, and then burn it while waving some kind of necklace, bracelet, collar, any kind of jewelry really, in the smoke, and then using this circle and summoning spell. While they’re immobilized, you put the jewelry on them, but it only lasts like… 2 seconds, so you run the risk of the demon attacking and possibly killing you if you don’t get it on there in time.”
“Cool story.”
“Wanna try it out? Sage and lavender smell awesome when they’re burned, I’ve never smelled rowan burning before though.”
“Yeah sure, we could be wiccans!” Both of us laugh at that and grab some jars up on top of the racks in her room. She collected all kinds of herbs and roots and junk, her room looked like she collected spices and spice racks.
“I’ll get the cauldron!” I giggle and grab the rowan, she gets the lavender and sage, and then she brings me the cauldron from her closet. It was small and plain.
I start for the matches and grab a piece of paper. I write down all the steps, and I start burning everything in the cauldron. I grab the choker around my neck, it was black and made from the same material as a belt. I take it off and hold it over the cauldron, watching the smoke curling around it, oddly it looked like it was curling and clinging to it. Christina held out her own earring. It was a silver and diamond stud and it seemed to cause a bigger stir in the smoke than it should have. We both looked at each other and got a chill up our spines. I know better than to do real magic, but I knew magic wasn’t done with herbs… I used to know that anyway.
The smoke started curling above us, and our mouths fell open when it began forming an oval door in front of us, one in front of each of us. I was shocked, but I remembered the warning, and since mine was coming together faster, I stepped forward quickly and when a man’s form was revealed, unmoving, I slipped my choker on him and fastened it. Stepping back quickly I grab Christina and shove her forward into the spot before her own man appeared. I smacked her arm, and when she looked at me, I gestured to the earring and the man. She got the clue and stepped up, seeing there was no hole for an earring, she panicked and froze. I stepped up and grabbed a tac from her study table, I stepped forward and shoved it into his ear hard. And then I pulled back and she moved fast. The earring was in, after only about two seconds of wait. Maybe five if you counted when he was just materializing. We both back up and look at them as they start moving.
“What-?” Christina’s was a blonde haired, black eyed, tall Adonis. Golden and beautiful. Mine looked up with gemstone green eyes and shoulder-length black hair, broad shoulders, tall. His clothes were punk and Goth crossed, black and ripped up. The blonde had preppy suit clothes on. “What’s going on?” The blonde speaks again. He has a touch of an accent. English but also not...
He winces and reaches up to his ear, The earring comes to his surprise and he glances up at you both. “No… NO!” He lunges forward, and Christina yells, “Stop!” And covers her face with her arms, he stops, well freezes would be more appropriate to say. His eyes flash in anger and hate, Christina starts crying and I direct my full attention to the demon now wearing my choker. “W-we didn’t mean to.” My voice trembles but I look him straight in the face, not in the eyes though, never in the eyes. His gaze is stoic and he seems bored. He sighs and turns away, walking over to sit on my bed.
“Intentions rarely matter with this form of magic.” His voice was careless and lazy, educated but slang-ish.
He’s full of contradictions. My inner voice whispers to me, dark but no threat, not if I think fast enough.
I watch him, his head is bowed like he’s staring at the floor, his gaze I can see from the side is unmoving and somewhat… I don’t care – ish. The Adonis is still not moving. “Ah… Christina, I think it has to be you, tell him he can… unfreeze?” She’s still crying on me but she lifts her head,
“He’ll kill us!”
“Then tell him to stand there, still, and speak without moving.” She nods and sniffs, wiping her tears away.
“You, you can unfreeze- but only if you stay right there and only talk!” I pat her back reassuringly and look at the hateful, beautiful man. Man, not boy, he was too tall, his gaze too sure and mature, he wasn’t a boy.
“Witches!” It seems a curse, coming from his mouth in that tone.
“Not really, it seems they thought it was some kind of game.” The other-mine-speaks.
“Game? How could any idiot think a spell is a game!?”
“We didn’t think it would work!” I speak up, the Adonis turning his eyes to me, “We just wanted to burn the herbs to see what it smelled like, and we usually do spells to honor earth and the past and things like that, so we followed it, but we thought it would do something cryptic or something, like-like allow control of the demon within or something!”
“Then release us.” Christina seems to think this is a good idea but you send her an are-you-stupid glare.
“You’ll kill us, regardless of our intentions.”
“Not if you order us not to.” Mine speaks again. I look at him, something odd slamming into my body when I meet his eyes. It’s hot and caresses my skin with feathers.
“We will follow our… mistresses until they release us. And if they order us to do something after we are released, we will not follow the order, unless they ordered us to do it before the collars came off…or in this case a collar and an earring.” The Adonis glares at my demon.
“You tell them everything!”
“I’m trying to convince them to release you.”
“Release me, and not you?” I thought that wording was funny too.
“I have lived for a long time. I am due for a new adventure.” He stands and walks to the Adonis. “And I am not fond of what awaits me at home.”
“It’s your own fault, you arrogant, pampered-”
“That is none of your concern.” I get frustrated with all this and turn to Christina with an exasperated sigh.
"Tell him to shut up until we figure this out! You're apparently the boss here!" She blinks a little and 'oh yeah' pops out of her mouth.
"Um. Be quiet?" He glares at her,
"Why can't I kill her!?"
"Make it an order Christina."
"Uh... Be quiet." His mouth snaps shut as he opens it to reply and he glares at her even more venomously. She gains confidence and smiles tremulously at me.
"Your names?" I ask mine.
"You'll have to order it out of us, names have power, we won't willingly give ours to you."
"Fine. Damn, I just want something to call you." He looks at me with a clear gaze and says,
"Name us whatever you like." I'd already gotten an idea for mine.
"Okay then, how about I call you Rave?" He tilts his head and his lips twitch nearly imperceptibly.
"If my Mistress wishes it."
"Now name yours Christina." She shakes a little when she looks at the Adonis-demon.
"I-I... you name him!" Okay then,
"All right, just call him Adonis then." She looks at him and then smiles a little,
"He does sort of look like him doesn't he?"
"What the bloody hell are you talking about!? I look nothing like that dandy of a greek!"
"I disagree." Rave seems to be amused. Adonis nearly growls at him,
"I am not obsessed with myself!"
"That's Narcissus, Adonis was obsessed with his looks, but not as much as Narcissus." I giggle when he glares at me, "Sorry."
“And your name Mistress?” I glance over at ‘my’ demon and tell him.
“I’m Azure.”
The next hour is spent talking-or at least trying-to the demons after Christina has been sent home because… well I didn’t think she could handle much more. I had her order him to mind me first though… I wasn’t risking dying young.
“I’m not quite sure how this works right now… um hang on…” I think this through as well as I can, trying to figure this out. “So this spell only worked because we were in such a good mood when we cast it?”
“Malice usually would have made the spell cancel itself out. Anger and sadness as well. The happiness that comes from love and just… life… that’s where magic is, that’s what roped us here.”
“But what if we were happy to have slaves, that’s not nice but it’s still happy right? Would that have worked?”
“Hm. No. You need a touch of… innocence.” Oh, so that’s why it was a wiccan white magic spell.
“But why would wiccans versed in white magic even need a spell to keep ensorcelled demons?” My demon smirked. It was small and his eyes were hidden mostly in his hair, but it seemed… dangerous and scary, exciting and beautiful.
“White magic traps us, because we have no white magic.” Huh?
“Why would it trap you just because you don’t have any?” He sighs,
“Because we’ve never been exposed to it, and we don’t have it, in our long years of –evolution- so to speak, it’s the one thing humans have that we do not. Something natural that is our enemy, like anything else on earth, no?” I figure that makes sense.
“Why are you so calm and willing and stuff?” This really puzzles me. His smirk is still firmly in place as he responds with,
“I assume this will be more fun than staying at home. And I have obligations I needed to slip away from anyway. You’re really doing me a favor.” Somehow I doubted that it was that simple but I didn’t really care about his home life, if he wanted to stay I’d keep him as long as he liked, he wasn’t all that horrible and I’d help him out… I know what it’s like to not exactly be comfortable at home. Not that it’s terrible really…
He sighs and shifts his weight on the bed, and I can’t help my eyes as they move over the skin revealed by the rips in his shirt. “Can we get on with whatever on earth we’re supposed to be doing before the girl starts to drool about all over the place?” I throw him a glare and my demon smirks to himself, throwing me a flirty wink that unnerves me even as I shiver a little.
“She can’t really help it, Masters and Mistresses are all bound to their demons uniquely, we’re all going to be drawn to each other as it is but with her young age she’ll be attacked by her emotions as fiercely as we are.”
“Young age? I’m eighteen!”
“As I said,” He’s still smirking and I huff at him for being a jerk.
Christina, my very Goth friend, found a book about demons in her attic. Apparently her family is very Goth oriented. “It says you can get a demon slave if you weave sage and lavender together with rowan, and then burn it while waving some kind of necklace, bracelet, collar, any kind of jewelry really, in the smoke, and then using this circle and summoning spell. While they’re immobilized, you put the jewelry on them, but it only lasts like… 2 seconds, so you run the risk of the demon attacking and possibly killing you if you don’t get it on there in time.”
“Cool story.”
“Wanna try it out? Sage and lavender smell awesome when they’re burned, I’ve never smelled rowan burning before though.”
“Yeah sure, we could be wiccans!” Both of us laugh at that and grab some jars up on top of the racks in her room. She collected all kinds of herbs and roots and junk, her room looked like she collected spices and spice racks.
“I’ll get the cauldron!” I giggle and grab the rowan, she gets the lavender and sage, and then she brings me the cauldron from her closet. It was small and plain.
I start for the matches and grab a piece of paper. I write down all the steps, and I start burning everything in the cauldron. I grab the choker around my neck, it was black and made from the same material as a belt. I take it off and hold it over the cauldron, watching the smoke curling around it, oddly it looked like it was curling and clinging to it. Christina held out her own earring. It was a silver and diamond stud and it seemed to cause a bigger stir in the smoke than it should have. We both looked at each other and got a chill up our spines. I know better than to do real magic, but I knew magic wasn’t done with herbs… I used to know that anyway.
The smoke started curling above us, and our mouths fell open when it began forming an oval door in front of us, one in front of each of us. I was shocked, but I remembered the warning, and since mine was coming together faster, I stepped forward quickly and when a man’s form was revealed, unmoving, I slipped my choker on him and fastened it. Stepping back quickly I grab Christina and shove her forward into the spot before her own man appeared. I smacked her arm, and when she looked at me, I gestured to the earring and the man. She got the clue and stepped up, seeing there was no hole for an earring, she panicked and froze. I stepped up and grabbed a tac from her study table, I stepped forward and shoved it into his ear hard. And then I pulled back and she moved fast. The earring was in, after only about two seconds of wait. Maybe five if you counted when he was just materializing. We both back up and look at them as they start moving.
“What-?” Christina’s was a blonde haired, black eyed, tall Adonis. Golden and beautiful. Mine looked up with gemstone green eyes and shoulder-length black hair, broad shoulders, tall. His clothes were punk and Goth crossed, black and ripped up. The blonde had preppy suit clothes on. “What’s going on?” The blonde speaks again. He has a touch of an accent. English but also not...
He winces and reaches up to his ear, The earring comes to his surprise and he glances up at you both. “No… NO!” He lunges forward, and Christina yells, “Stop!” And covers her face with her arms, he stops, well freezes would be more appropriate to say. His eyes flash in anger and hate, Christina starts crying and I direct my full attention to the demon now wearing my choker. “W-we didn’t mean to.” My voice trembles but I look him straight in the face, not in the eyes though, never in the eyes. His gaze is stoic and he seems bored. He sighs and turns away, walking over to sit on my bed.
“Intentions rarely matter with this form of magic.” His voice was careless and lazy, educated but slang-ish.
He’s full of contradictions. My inner voice whispers to me, dark but no threat, not if I think fast enough.
I watch him, his head is bowed like he’s staring at the floor, his gaze I can see from the side is unmoving and somewhat… I don’t care – ish. The Adonis is still not moving. “Ah… Christina, I think it has to be you, tell him he can… unfreeze?” She’s still crying on me but she lifts her head,
“He’ll kill us!”
“Then tell him to stand there, still, and speak without moving.” She nods and sniffs, wiping her tears away.
“You, you can unfreeze- but only if you stay right there and only talk!” I pat her back reassuringly and look at the hateful, beautiful man. Man, not boy, he was too tall, his gaze too sure and mature, he wasn’t a boy.
“Witches!” It seems a curse, coming from his mouth in that tone.
“Not really, it seems they thought it was some kind of game.” The other-mine-speaks.
“Game? How could any idiot think a spell is a game!?”
“We didn’t think it would work!” I speak up, the Adonis turning his eyes to me, “We just wanted to burn the herbs to see what it smelled like, and we usually do spells to honor earth and the past and things like that, so we followed it, but we thought it would do something cryptic or something, like-like allow control of the demon within or something!”
“Then release us.” Christina seems to think this is a good idea but you send her an are-you-stupid glare.
“You’ll kill us, regardless of our intentions.”
“Not if you order us not to.” Mine speaks again. I look at him, something odd slamming into my body when I meet his eyes. It’s hot and caresses my skin with feathers.
“We will follow our… mistresses until they release us. And if they order us to do something after we are released, we will not follow the order, unless they ordered us to do it before the collars came off…or in this case a collar and an earring.” The Adonis glares at my demon.
“You tell them everything!”
“I’m trying to convince them to release you.”
“Release me, and not you?” I thought that wording was funny too.
“I have lived for a long time. I am due for a new adventure.” He stands and walks to the Adonis. “And I am not fond of what awaits me at home.”
“It’s your own fault, you arrogant, pampered-”
“That is none of your concern.” I get frustrated with all this and turn to Christina with an exasperated sigh.
"Tell him to shut up until we figure this out! You're apparently the boss here!" She blinks a little and 'oh yeah' pops out of her mouth.
"Um. Be quiet?" He glares at her,
"Why can't I kill her!?"
"Make it an order Christina."
"Uh... Be quiet." His mouth snaps shut as he opens it to reply and he glares at her even more venomously. She gains confidence and smiles tremulously at me.
"Your names?" I ask mine.
"You'll have to order it out of us, names have power, we won't willingly give ours to you."
"Fine. Damn, I just want something to call you." He looks at me with a clear gaze and says,
"Name us whatever you like." I'd already gotten an idea for mine.
"Okay then, how about I call you Rave?" He tilts his head and his lips twitch nearly imperceptibly.
"If my Mistress wishes it."
"Now name yours Christina." She shakes a little when she looks at the Adonis-demon.
"I-I... you name him!" Okay then,
"All right, just call him Adonis then." She looks at him and then smiles a little,
"He does sort of look like him doesn't he?"
"What the bloody hell are you talking about!? I look nothing like that dandy of a greek!"
"I disagree." Rave seems to be amused. Adonis nearly growls at him,
"I am not obsessed with myself!"
"That's Narcissus, Adonis was obsessed with his looks, but not as much as Narcissus." I giggle when he glares at me, "Sorry."
“And your name Mistress?” I glance over at ‘my’ demon and tell him.
“I’m Azure.”
The next hour is spent talking-or at least trying-to the demons after Christina has been sent home because… well I didn’t think she could handle much more. I had her order him to mind me first though… I wasn’t risking dying young.
“I’m not quite sure how this works right now… um hang on…” I think this through as well as I can, trying to figure this out. “So this spell only worked because we were in such a good mood when we cast it?”
“Malice usually would have made the spell cancel itself out. Anger and sadness as well. The happiness that comes from love and just… life… that’s where magic is, that’s what roped us here.”
“But what if we were happy to have slaves, that’s not nice but it’s still happy right? Would that have worked?”
“Hm. No. You need a touch of… innocence.” Oh, so that’s why it was a wiccan white magic spell.
“But why would wiccans versed in white magic even need a spell to keep ensorcelled demons?” My demon smirked. It was small and his eyes were hidden mostly in his hair, but it seemed… dangerous and scary, exciting and beautiful.
“White magic traps us, because we have no white magic.” Huh?
“Why would it trap you just because you don’t have any?” He sighs,
“Because we’ve never been exposed to it, and we don’t have it, in our long years of –evolution- so to speak, it’s the one thing humans have that we do not. Something natural that is our enemy, like anything else on earth, no?” I figure that makes sense.
“Why are you so calm and willing and stuff?” This really puzzles me. His smirk is still firmly in place as he responds with,
“I assume this will be more fun than staying at home. And I have obligations I needed to slip away from anyway. You’re really doing me a favor.” Somehow I doubted that it was that simple but I didn’t really care about his home life, if he wanted to stay I’d keep him as long as he liked, he wasn’t all that horrible and I’d help him out… I know what it’s like to not exactly be comfortable at home. Not that it’s terrible really…
He sighs and shifts his weight on the bed, and I can’t help my eyes as they move over the skin revealed by the rips in his shirt. “Can we get on with whatever on earth we’re supposed to be doing before the girl starts to drool about all over the place?” I throw him a glare and my demon smirks to himself, throwing me a flirty wink that unnerves me even as I shiver a little.
“She can’t really help it, Masters and Mistresses are all bound to their demons uniquely, we’re all going to be drawn to each other as it is but with her young age she’ll be attacked by her emotions as fiercely as we are.”
“Young age? I’m eighteen!”
“As I said,” He’s still smirking and I huff at him for being a jerk.
