Sinegard Academy for the Wayward

[milkmaiden38]

Ravyn is back

“Ravyn you are back!” Angus said as he gave her a hug. “Thought we might need to use a powerful spell to get you back”

“My soul is back” Callo said with no emotion.

“Me too… that feels weird to say” Angela commented having not a soul for so long. She reached down and pulled M’Kael to his feet or foot in this case. “Gem a healing spell?” She asked the stunning blonde mage.

Gem cast a healing spell on M’Kael. Then she tried to explain what had happened to Ravyn. “Well, I used a planar shift spell and took us back to misty void plane. Unfortunately, Baphomet has trapped our souls on this plane. So when we showed up, none of us had souls. Somehow, Duke Ashmadae took advantage of that and manifested himself and burned up your body. Anyhow, we decided to take him back to the college grounds to face demon number 2, but we shifted back to the endless maze. And you reappeared.” Gem concluded “Any ideas?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Get naked and fuck ourselves stupid in an orgy?” M’Kael commented wryly. “Or try a wish spell?”

“You’re an idiot.” Magdalena commented. “And a pig.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Shut up!” Ravyn said coldly. “With time I can summon a demon to remove us from this plane to another. But to do it right will take a while.”

“Or I can open a hellgate to another plane of the abyss… we should be able to escape from there via your teleport spell.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

More ideas?

Gem shook her head in disagreement to Ravyn. “I don’t like the idea of going to another level of the abyss. If my planar shift spell did not work from the misty void… it won’t work from any level of the abyss. We need to figure out who stopped us from returning to the campus.”

“Hey, I have a new idea. What if we get Duke Ashmadae to break Ravyn’s contract.” Angela suggested

“That is what we have been trying, Angela. Please keep up” Gem replied shortly.

“You have tried to make him break it willingly. I’m suggesting a different approach. He is the demon in charge of vengeance. So we set up a situation where Ravyn becomes happier and happier the less sexual thoughts she has. In fact, she has orgasms over not having orgasms. This will drive Ashmadae crazy. In order to get vengeance on Ravyn, he must end her happiness. He does this by breaking the contract! Ravyn is free!”

“I don’t think that will work at all” Gem countered.

“Why not? And while you think about that, another idea is since, the duke has been willing to torture Ravyn like threaten her with infinite pain if she gets her tubes tied. We turn the tables on him. We threaten to torture Duke Ashmadae if he does not break the contract. Something fun, like dinner with angels… or more time spent around Magdalena?”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Sighing Ravyn looked at the two of them. “He’s a Vengeance Demon. Not the demon of irritation or petty squabbles. You keep forgetting he’s a demon, he likes pain and torment. It’s an afternoon stroll to him.”

“And I don’t get happy. Nor have orgasms from being happy. And that is the most convoluted reasoning I’ve ever heard of.”

“I’ve maintained the status quo so far by not having sex. I can continue. We should be focusing on finding out who wants me and stopping them. Not trying to get a demon to break a deal.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Another bad idea

“I think Ravyn has the correct priority, let’s figure out who is after her and stop them” Gem agreed while looking at Angela

“Well, I just want to say for the record, for a vengeance demon, I find Duke Ashmadae irritating and petty” Angela replied

“Since the planar shift spell is not working, shall I call Baphomet?” Gem asked everyone

“Hard no” Callo said quickly

“I agree, super hard no” Angus concurred

“He respects strength and asking for help is showing weakness, big NO” Angela added.

“Assuming Ravyn and M’Kael agree that bringing Baphomet is a bad idea… then I could call up demon 2, and ask him to visit us here? That might work. M’Kael, Ravyn, what do you think of that idea?” Gem asked.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Do you have that specific demons name for a proper summons? Or are you going to randomly summon demons until you get the right one?” Ravyn asked. “And calling upon Baphomet, or any other high ranking demon would be inadvisable.”

“I’m in agreement with the rest of the group.” Magdalena interjected. “No Baphomet.”

“Yeah I think summoning big and angry would be bad for us.” M’Kael commented.

“And as this other demon believes he has a claim to me, calling him to us without a summoning circle would allow him to try and take me again.” Ravyn added.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Call me, Maybe?

“I was not going to summon any demons. I’m going to let Demon 2 know we are here and ready to talk to him. I’m using a sending spell. The spell works even over different planes, but there is a 5 percent chance that the message doesn’t arrive. I was going to ask him to come alone. When he gets here, he talks… or we kill him. If we kill him, he is dead, dead. Since we killed him in hell.” Gem explained.

"But what if he grabs Ravyn and runs" Angela pointed out.

"I'll cast a planar damping spell. No one is going anywhere" Gem answered

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Sounds.. reasonably safe,” M’Kael agreed. “For us anyways.”

“He could always speak with you only via spell.” Ravyn countered.

“I believe Ravyn should stay behind several of us, we can make a shield to prevent him grabbing her.” Magdalena interjected.

“I’m not a porcelain doll!” Ravyn snapped.

“No, you’re more desired than any child’s toy.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Gem

“Everyone, brace yourselves,” Gem said, her voice concerned. “Last time we faced this demon, he was lightning-fast—those blades of his caused bleeding that wouldn’t stop. And he summoned backup twisted demon creatures.”

Angela nodded grimly. “Don’t forget the shield spell he threw on the engineer.”

Gem scanned the group, checking weapons, spells, nerves. Satisfied, she raised her hands and began the incantation for her sending spell.

Her voice echoed through the arcane channel, sharp and deliberate:“Hey, Demon #2. We’ve got the virgin—Ravyn. We’re deep in Baphomet’s endless maze. Come alone, unless you want Baphomet throwing a tantrum.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Laughing she got a reply. “You’re a fool and an Idiot. Lords are not allowed to enter the domain of another lord. It’s a universal compact. If anyone did such a thing the other lords would attack the offender.”

“I can however make it so you can come to me, in my domain. If you’d be willing.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Oh, I thought you were demon #2. What is your name oh mighty Lord?” Gem asked.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Cute, But I’m not telling you my name.” He/it replied. “For conversational purposes you can call me.. Bob.”

“Now would you like an exit, or would you prefer to remain?” He/it asked. “Granted you could be stepping out of the fire and into another fire. But it’s your choice. I’ve heard he doesn’t approve of interlopers in his domain. And eats them alive.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

"Duke Ashmadae is in his domain. Bob" Gem pointed out

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“That’s not a complication for me. Or I could of course resurrect the Engineer and send him and his minions to collect the girl…” Bob warned without any subtlety at all. “And from my scry... Ashmadae is back inside the girl.”

“I could also let Baphomet know your location. It would be amusing to have him in my debt.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Gem

Gem turned to the group. “Ah he is not playing. He does not want to give me his name, or come here to meet with us.” She told everyone “I’m kind of out of ideas.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“We could try a gate spell again… or ask ole glow face to help out..” M’Kael commented in a snippy tone. “I could try shadow walking..”

“I could try.. calling for assistance. Though it may not work considering our location..” Magdalena sighed.

“I doubt Ashmadae would be willing to assist us. As such actions may allow me to break the contract with him, in my favor.” Ravyn said hitting M’Kael in the arm.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

"I don't like any of those ideas" Gem said

M'Kael mention of shadow walking reminded Angela of her magic item. She withdrew the goblet with reverence. Its stem, carved from a dark, gnarled wood that pulsed faintly with age, twisted like a root reaching for something buried. The bowl shimmered with iridescent crystal—not quite solid, not quite liquid—capturing ambient light and fracturing it into a slow, hypnotic dance. Etched along its surface, tiny shadow figures cavorted in eternal revelry, their limbs frozen mid-spin, mid-scream, mid-prayer.

“You forget,” Angela said, voice low and dry, “we can just ask the cup.”

A pause. Then Gem "I have warned you, Angela. The more you drink, the closer you drift toward shadow.”

Angela rolled her eyes. “I’ve barely used it. And we’re in a jam. Time to sip some spectral juice.”

She poured water into the goblet. It hissed as it touched the crystal, darkening instantly into something thicker, heavier. She raised it in mock ceremony.

“A toast,” she said, “to the shadow spirits.”

She drank.

Wisps of black smoke slithered upward, coalescing into humanoid forms—half-seen, half-felt. Angela leaned in, whispering to them in a strange language that made Angus’s ears twitch. The shadows listened. They laughed. They vanished.

Angela turned to the towering minotaur, her eyes darker than before.

“They said go north,” she said. “Until we reach a pair of brass doors. Big ones.”

Angus snorted. “And what’s behind them?”

Angela smiled, just a little too wide. “Something we need.”

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Great, anybody got a compass?” M’Kael commented sarcastically. “Looking at the walls and the others he finally settled on Angus. “Is there a north in a maze in hell?”

Ravyn closed her eyes, quietly counting backwards from 100 trying to calm herself.

Magdalena however wasn’t that polite, she slapped M’Kael on the back of the head. “Say something nice, or SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” she said, yelling in his ear at the end.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

“Minotaurs always know their way around a maze,” Angus told M'Kael, tapping a big horn. He pointed down a dim side corridor. “North is that way.”

Gem squinted into the gloom. “So we’re just... trusting the whispers of shadow spirits now?”

Angela didn’t even glance back. “Unless you’ve got a better plan tucked in your bra, yes.”

Gem sighed. “Fair enough. Lead the way, horn-boy.”

"Hey!" Angus protested that nickname.

"Horn-man?" Gem tried.

"Better" Angus replied

The team gathered their gear with practiced efficiency. This stretch of the maze felt less like a labyrinth and more like a forgotten mining network—walls hacked from solid rock, uneven and raw. Most side passages were open, though a few had crude wooden doors, warped and splintered with age.

They pressed on, the air growing heavier with each step. After nearly an hour of winding paths and silent tension, they arrived at a set of towering brass doors—twenty feet high, tarnished but imposing, like the entrance to something ancient that had been waiting far too long to be disturbed.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“And here I thought they were for sex.” M’Kael commented about the horns.

Following the group, M’Kael brought of the rear. Mostly looking at Angela and Magdalena’s asses. When they finally arrived at the massive doors M’Kael looked them over. “I don’t think they’re trapped, but they should be. Probably gonna be some spell that gets triggered when we open the doors.”

“Or when the threshold is crossed,” Magdalena commented.

“Unless a demon is inside with whatever we’re supposed to collect.” Ravyn added. “I’m guessing something bad is guarding whatever is in there.”​

 

[milkmaiden38]

The Ancient Vault

Gem swept her staff in a slow arc before the towering doors, the crystal tip pulsing faintly.“No enchantments,” she murmured. “No traps I can detect. But the lock’s on this side… which means the demons aren’t keeping us out. They’re keeping something in.”

Angela stepped forward, eyes narrowing at the massive brass hinges.“A guardian,” she said. “Something big. Something dangerous. Judging by the size of those doors, it’s not just powerful—it’s ancient.”

Gem turned to her Minotaur friend beside her. “Angus… would you do the honors?”

He snorted like a bull. “You’re asking me to unleash whatever even Baphomet didn’t want roaming his maze?”

Gem’s gaze didn’t waver. “I am. Because whatever’s behind these doors… we need it.”

Angus grunted. “Fine. But if it eats us, I’m blaming you.”

He stepped forward, muscles rippling as he gripped the massive brass crossbar. With a grunt, he shoved it free from the locking brackets. The sound that made was loud. Then, with his big arms, he seized the ring and pulled. One door groaned open, revealing a void of pure black—no light, no sound, no movement.

Angela instinctively reached for her blades. Gem didn’t blink.

“You first, M’Kael,” she said.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

“Big. Powerful. Ancient. And you wanna open the doors?” M’Kael said looking at Gem like she was insane, or stupid. Turning he watched Angus open the doors peering into the darkness he listened to the shadows, feeling them inside the room.

When Gem told him he was first, M’Kael scowled at her. “Thanks for volunteering me to be your sacrifice. Whatever is in there isn’t moving, so it’s not alive. Or it’s been here so long the shadows think it’s one of their own.”

Calling the shadow armour around him, a sword slide from the shadows around his hand. Moving forwards he stepped through the door way, as Magdalena adjusted the grip on her spear.

“I don’t.. ungh..” M’Kael said before he slammed into the darkside of the still closed door.

Ravyn threw a mage light into the room illuminating a spider-like creature for a brief moment before it moved out of the light.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Iron/Stone Mage Eater

Gem barely registered the monstrous silhouette—a twenty-foot spider forged from stone and glistening iron—before instinct took over. Her staff surged with power, and a crackling bolt of lightning tore through the darkness, illuminating the cavernous chamber in a flash of blue light.

The spell struck the creature dead center.

And rebounded.

The bolt bounced off the spider’s like a mirror, slamming into Gem with brutal force. She flew from the brass door, hit the wall with a sickening crunch, and crumpled to the floor, her staff clattering beside her.

“GEM!” Angus roared, sprinting toward her, panic overriding caution.

“Angus, focus on the Monster first!” Callo shouted, already vanishing into the gloom. Ravyn’s light spell fizzled out with a hiss, plunging the room into blackness.

Callo had nightvision—but it didn’t save her.

A metal tentacle lashed out from the shadows, faster than she could react, and struck her square in the chest. She was hurled back into the hallway like a ragdoll.

“FUCK YOU, SPIDER BITCH!” Angela bellowed, charging in with reckless fury. She wasn’t a vampire anymore—her eyes couldn’t pierce the dark—but something lingered from the Cup of Shadows. A flicker of preternatural instinct, maybe. Enough to make her duck just as another tentacle sliced through the air where her head had been.

She rolled, came up fast, and drove both silver daggers into one of the spider’s legs. Sparks flew. Stone chipped. But the damage was superficial—like stabbing a cathedral with a toothpick.

The spider hissed, a grinding, metallic screech. Its body shifted, limbs unfolding with unnatural grace, as it got ready to step on Angela.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Stepping back and behind everyone Ravyn began casting a spell. Not the preferably long Demon summoning but one of the quicker ones. Now whether it would work down here or not was another story. She’d never tried to summon a demon while in Hell before.

Magdalena ran forwards, leaping through the air as her spear came down on the creatures chitinous frame, the tip scraping across the shell like her sword was tin foil against armour.

The creature moved, one of it’s legs slapped Magdalena in the ribs, cracking several as it threw her against a wall.​

 

[milkmaiden38]

Angus skidded to a halt beside Gem’s crumpled form. Her robes were torn, her breath shallow. She cracked open one eye, voice barely a whisper.“I’m okay… but that thing’s a mage eater. Use non-magical weapons.”

She wasn’t okay. Angus knew it. Her body broken—but she was still breathing. And she’d keep breathing, as long as that mechanical abomination was turned into scrap.

He spun and charged back into the temple chamber.

Minotaurs see well in the dark. It was enough to catch the glint of a descending stone leg, aimed to crush Angela like a bug. But Angus had played football his whole life—and this was just another blitz.

“Time to fuck you UP!” he roared, hooves pounding against the stone. He launched himself, shoulder-first, into the leg with everything he had. The impact rang out like a gong. The Mage Eater staggered, its strike thrown off just enough for Angela to roll clear.

“Non-magical weapons!” Angus barked, pushing himself off the ground. Blood streamed from his shoulder.

“I can’t see shit!” Angela shouted, scrambling to her feet—until a flaming object arced into the room, casting wild shadows across the ancient stone.

The temple was a ruin. Dust choked the air. A cracked dais loomed at the far end, its altar blackened with age. Pillars lined the center, some fractured, others barely holding. In one corner, rotted crates spilled their contents—splintered wood, rusted metal, and bones. So many bones.

The Mage Eater advanced, its metal limbs whirring, tentacles slicing the air. Angus didn’t wait. He turned and hacked at the nearest pillar with his enchanted axe, carving deep gouges into the stone.

A tentacle lashed out, aiming for his neck. Angus ducked, rolled, and the strike missed—slamming into the weakened pillar instead.

With a groan, the column cracked. A massive chunk of ceiling tore free and crashed down onto the Mage Eater, crushing one of its limbs in a spray of sparks and stone.

The creature shrieked—a sound like grinding gears and tortured metal. One tentacle lay severed, twitching on the floor.

It was hurt. Badly. But it was learning.

And next time, it wouldn’t miss.