Jin Mantrell
22 years old
Average height
Not athletic, but in good shape
Light brown hair
Dark brown eyes
Jin couldn't believe what he was about to do. Of course, the past few years had already stretched his imagination. When he had been discovered to possess magical talent, he had been sent to the Academy, a place hidden from the prying eyes of the rest of the world. Even in the 21st century, magic was still alive and well, but carefully kept behind the scenes from the rest of humankind.
One day, in a particularly dull potions class, a page from an old textbook that had been slowly circulating the classroom reached his desk. He'd unfolded it to find the majority of the page dominated by an intricate, detailed sketch of a beautiful, scantily clad woman and felt his cock jump a bit at the sight. It was only immediately afterward that he noticed the demonic features that accompanied her gorgeous body. The page was covered in indecipherable runes but the notes that had been scribbled in the margins by the other students were readable enough.
"Damn, why don't they teach us this stuff anymore?"
"Boys. Always thinking with your dicks."
"Because she'll probably kill you, dumbass."
"But what a way to fucking go!"
Jin had passed the note onto the next desk, but the image of the demoness stayed with him for days afterward. Even occasionally coming to him through his dreams, as he imagined all of the things a demoness could do in bed.
Weeks later, he had been been browsing deep inside the Academy's massive library when an acrid scent cut through the smell of dust, parchment, and centuries-old ink, making his nostrils curl. He traced the smell back to a shelf of books on magical history which looked like it hadn't been touched in decades. At this point, Jin could already recognize the smell. Sulfur. Stronger than before, but still faint. He reached into the shelf to pull out a book that had been hidden behind the history texts. Taking a whiff, he realized that this book was the source. After reading the title, Jin realized why.
Daemonica Malefique Magnifique (English Edition)
This was restricted magic. How such a book had ended up behind a shelf, Jin didn't know, but he thumbed through the pages regardless. The summonings were intricate, each taking up several pages, summoning everything from tiny imps to 12-foot tall soldier demons. As he neared the end of the book, he turned a page to find the same sketch of the succubus once again. A chill went up his spine as he caught the sweet scent of perfume under the sulfur. He slowly read the ritual it would take to summon her. It would be difficult. But not impossible. He could do this.
And now here he was, locked in his bedroom on the night of a new moon. He checked his preparations one last time. Rose petals, silver, ginseng root, and a summoning circle drawn on the ground that would contain the succubus once the spell was completed.
Opening the book, he slowly recited the summoning, his voice quiet at first, but becoming more confident as he went on. He felt energy begin to gather through the room, like electricity looking for an outlet. The ground in the circle began to crack, and Jin could see the red glow of hellfire shine through the crack, despite his room being on the 5th floor. A shape began to emerge from the cracks.
A hot wind began to blow dust around the room and into his eyes, and Jin was forced to look away, still chanting. The minutes went on as he spoke the chant, word for word, until the last syllable finally left his lips. His could feel his heart pounding in his chest in nervousness. Finally, the wind died down, and he turned toward the circle again to see just what he'd brought into this world.
22 years old
Average height
Not athletic, but in good shape
Light brown hair
Dark brown eyes
Jin couldn't believe what he was about to do. Of course, the past few years had already stretched his imagination. When he had been discovered to possess magical talent, he had been sent to the Academy, a place hidden from the prying eyes of the rest of the world. Even in the 21st century, magic was still alive and well, but carefully kept behind the scenes from the rest of humankind.
One day, in a particularly dull potions class, a page from an old textbook that had been slowly circulating the classroom reached his desk. He'd unfolded it to find the majority of the page dominated by an intricate, detailed sketch of a beautiful, scantily clad woman and felt his cock jump a bit at the sight. It was only immediately afterward that he noticed the demonic features that accompanied her gorgeous body. The page was covered in indecipherable runes but the notes that had been scribbled in the margins by the other students were readable enough.
"Damn, why don't they teach us this stuff anymore?"
"Boys. Always thinking with your dicks."
"Because she'll probably kill you, dumbass."
"But what a way to fucking go!"
Jin had passed the note onto the next desk, but the image of the demoness stayed with him for days afterward. Even occasionally coming to him through his dreams, as he imagined all of the things a demoness could do in bed.
Weeks later, he had been been browsing deep inside the Academy's massive library when an acrid scent cut through the smell of dust, parchment, and centuries-old ink, making his nostrils curl. He traced the smell back to a shelf of books on magical history which looked like it hadn't been touched in decades. At this point, Jin could already recognize the smell. Sulfur. Stronger than before, but still faint. He reached into the shelf to pull out a book that had been hidden behind the history texts. Taking a whiff, he realized that this book was the source. After reading the title, Jin realized why.
Daemonica Malefique Magnifique (English Edition)
This was restricted magic. How such a book had ended up behind a shelf, Jin didn't know, but he thumbed through the pages regardless. The summonings were intricate, each taking up several pages, summoning everything from tiny imps to 12-foot tall soldier demons. As he neared the end of the book, he turned a page to find the same sketch of the succubus once again. A chill went up his spine as he caught the sweet scent of perfume under the sulfur. He slowly read the ritual it would take to summon her. It would be difficult. But not impossible. He could do this.
And now here he was, locked in his bedroom on the night of a new moon. He checked his preparations one last time. Rose petals, silver, ginseng root, and a summoning circle drawn on the ground that would contain the succubus once the spell was completed.
Opening the book, he slowly recited the summoning, his voice quiet at first, but becoming more confident as he went on. He felt energy begin to gather through the room, like electricity looking for an outlet. The ground in the circle began to crack, and Jin could see the red glow of hellfire shine through the crack, despite his room being on the 5th floor. A shape began to emerge from the cracks.
A hot wind began to blow dust around the room and into his eyes, and Jin was forced to look away, still chanting. The minutes went on as he spoke the chant, word for word, until the last syllable finally left his lips. His could feel his heart pounding in his chest in nervousness. Finally, the wind died down, and he turned toward the circle again to see just what he'd brought into this world.
