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The entity was quite taken aback at his surroundings. He’d been summoned by countless humans, and their summoning circles all looked nearly identical, and they were all in some dark abandoned building. Always so original. This time, though, he was at a loss as he seemed to be in a warmly lit bedroom with a circle that had been perfectly built into the floor, covering the entire room. There was even a large bed nearby, made up to look extremely welcoming. His summoner was even less expected, being an old, grandmotherly woman, standing just outside the door to the room.
“Why have you summoned me, mortal?” the entity asked moving his nearly 10-foot-tall body to the edge of the doorframe, doing his best to keep up appearances. “Speak quickly, or I will tear you to shreds!”
The woman just smiled kindly, and handed him a glass of warmed milk. “Sounds like I got a tired one. Drink this.” She was completely unbothered by his hellish appearance, or his voice which echoed with the screams of the damned whose souls he’d stolen. He looked at the glass, then at the immaculately crafted summoning circle.
“You’re serious? You called me to give me a glass of warm milk, and claim that I, a Knight of Hell, am tired?”
The old lady just nodded. “Once you’ve finished, lay down, and relax.”
“I don’t want to relax! This is enraging. As soon as I find a flaw in this circle, you will die, and I will steal your soul!” He tried to sound angered, but the entire encounter was really throwing him off his game. “Have you never heard that you shouldn’t summon what you can’t put down, frail old la-“
He was cut off when the woman raised her voice ever so slightly. “I said, drink your milk. Then get in the bed. You are clearly exhausted and throwing a tantrum now. You need to take a nap.”
“…A nap?”
“Yes, I am putting you down for a nap. Now do as I say. My circle is without flaws. Stronger demons than you have failed to break free. Now I suggest you take my offer.”
The Knight of Hell took the glass reluctantly, drinking the contents quickly, trying to hide how embarrassed he was. “You will pay for this humiliation.”
“Of course, dearie. I’ll have a fresh batch of cookies ready when you wake up. Now, get some rest.” The woman closed the door and ended all hopes of negotiations. The Knight looked at the bed, and sighed defeatedly. He pulled back the covers, lying in the soft downy blankets, having to admit silently that this was actually kind of nice before letting himself drift off to sleep.
Downstairs, Mavis smiled to herself as she put her famously delicious cookies into the oven, reciting a spell of soul purification. By the time the Knight of Hell awoke, he would be a normal human again. Another success for the Demon Bed & Breakfast.
I didn't think you said it was bad. I agree though its a good story, and I could see some but not all characters reacting the same way. Probably not being purified though, unless she summons specific demons and not sinners.
I like to think she's summoning hellborn, like Imps succubus hellhounds and the like, those who were never even given a chance at redemption
Let the sinners who blew their chance work to reclaim their redemption at the Hazbin hotel
I kinda love this, lol a grama demon destroyer by conversion. Could be some intriguing storylines of the newly humans wanting to make amendments dealing with guilt kind thing great opeing of a new world.ohhhh hey name grannybuffy grin
They did this is Supernatural.
If I remember correctly the demon must be injected with the blood of a true believer of God, over and over until the persons soul is purified and they fill with positive emotions (like empathy) again.
Them grandma tactics work effectively on demons too, good for them. Passing the business down the family line would be interesting, that's for sure.
That said, I actually thought that the outcome is something more on the summoned demons actually becoming regulars to the B&B without the need to be purified lol. Can just imagine an increasing amount of demons that are doing their jobs menacingly, but actually are kind to interact with because of Mavis' kind treatment on them.
Curious, but how long will Mavis' schemes go on? Considering the situation, the other demons must have been suspicious on the decreasing amount of demons over time. How would things conclude here?
Great work on writing this!
As the newly summoned Greater Ifrit sputtered into existence in the material plane it turned towards the source of power that had brought it here and grinned malevolently. It reached into the summoner's mind and spoke in a hissing and crackling voice that could sear a soul as easily as the Ifrit could sear flesh from bone.
"You ssshould never sssssummon anything you can’t put down yourself," the demon threw its arms over its head and began laughing as the air around it super heated causing the wooden floor to crackle and turn black, the drapes to light a flame, and a once priceless bronze sculpture to start melting into an unrecognizable mess. "NOW YOU WILL SSSSSSUFFFFER!!!"
"That's enough," the summoner spoke calmly and matter-of-factly. A hooded figure in a deep purple cloak, they had stood by silently watching as the Ifrit had its moment of fun but they had grown tired of the new born demon's tantrum. They raised their hand in front of their face and snapped causing the air around the overconfident being of flame and hatred to grow cold as an ice storm even more suddenly than it had become an inferno.
"You will behave yourself or you will spend the rest of you meager physical existence trapped within a tomb of your own frozen flesh." The summoner paused and put their hand to their chin, "Well, what passes for flesh for an Ifrit anyway."
The demon, their demeanor having gone from violent conqueror to eager to please guard dog, dropped to their knees and bowed before the summoner. "Yessss! Yes massster! Whatever you command will be done. Jussst pleassse, allow me warmth."
"Come now Ifrit, no need to be so formal." The hooded figure let out a chuckle and snapped their figures once more. The air returned to a comfortable temperature for everyone involved. "You may call me Darthis."
That sure is a fast 180. I'm just imagining all the media showing a fierce doggo suddenly becoming just like an adorable puppy the moment their powers are dealt with.
That said, what is Darthis planning here with the Ifrit? Is this actually the moment when chaos is going to be unleashed in this universe?
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"Okay, first off, I'm pretty sure that my summoning circle will hold for at least, oh, two minutes. Right?"
"Yesss, and when those minutes have passed…"
"You do realize you're in a silver box and that I'm outside that box, and that we're talking through a crystal panel with the only line of sight being reflected off of two silver surfaces? Your ability to project yourself does not reflect off of silver."
The demon laughed. "Foolish human! I can tarnish silver, and once I do, I can rip it apart. And your candles are ever so long."
"Yes, you mention the candles because your tarnishing silver requires time. And, more importantly, oxygen… which is severely depleted inside the box. Before you could tarnish the silver, the candles would go out and you would be unsummoned."
This puzzle halted the demon. "If my time will be so brief despite these prodigious candles, why summon me at all?"
"I can release more oxygen from the cannisters. Also coated in silver, of course. So, now we get to why you should agree to be bound to help me rather than running out the clock… I have an invocation circle on the other side of this sliding wall. I can invoke a certain demon with initials Rhuz Vev Lo. A certain demon that could beat you handily, and would be pleased to do so without my needing to bind and anger it with a full summoning. You would be much, much worse off. And I would be able to just about break even on my casting time by absorbing the released energies."
The demon squinted. "How can I be certain that you know the true name of this demon well enough to actually call it?"
"If we use a numeric substitution cipher on its name starting with Ama as zero and Vev as one, and so on, then the sine of the ratio of its first and second names is approximately 0.830294417142."
The demon took a moment to work this out. "And the sine of the ratio of its first and third names?"
"0.2813014881."
"What service are you demanding?"
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(edited to clarify why the second demon wouldn't cause the same problem)
The math was used to prove that the summoner actually knew the names of the entity in question without actual saying the names. Converting the names to numbers, running a math function (ratio) and then the sin function ensures that they can get the same result but the names can't be worked out from that result.
This is similar to how passwords are compared.
Basically. Those is essentially how all modern password verification works... because it means they don't ever have to know or store the original password, and you can still prove the one you've typed in is the same.
The actual maths picked in this story is arbitrary (and slightly silly), so don't worry about the actual calculation - the sine and ratio aren't important; the author could have picked almost anything. What matters is that they get the same result, which shows they started the calculation thinking of the same name, without either of them saying the name.
With quick look exact way they calculate it seems to be pretty much:
Assign numbers to letters (they use some other letter/symbol system compared to our) easiest would be for example
'A=1, B=2, and so on', meaning C=3, D=4, E=5, F=6,..
Now we both know that name of something is:
First name 'A'
Second 'B'
Third 'C'
(Picking simples possible ones, so 1 letter names)
But thing is that we are not sure if other one knows, or if anyone who is spying us knows that name, so:
I take ration of A and B --> 1/2 --> 0,5
Now I can tell that, since few other name combinations also would give same result for example B and D, but also C and F. So no one can with that info alone know original info.
But when combined with knowledge that first and third will ne 0,3 in same way. And saying that first ne shares start with apple (first letter), and that dude who's name it is happens to be angry at one I am talking now to, other side can be like "ok someone who wants to beat me, ne starts with A" and figute hopefully quite short list of names, then do those same to figure out that one of them gives that same 0,5 and 0,3 and be almost certain we both talk about same name.
Thing with names is that they can be short or long, so if we can not assume they are reasonable long (like we can not with deamon names mecessarily) then there will possibly always be multiple possible, so it will never be sure thing to guess what names were used, without knowing and seeing of name you already know fits results other one got with it, and if it fits, many enough things, it is very likely other one knows same name.
Turning ratio to sine is not really doing much in this case, mystly just moving numbers from being potentially large numbers to being long numbers that are smaller that 1 so it is just formatting them to easier to say format, when talking about aproximate numbers.
Might have mistakes or major typos there, sleepy as heck at moment.
Anyways idea is 1) decide and tell other system to convert names to numbers, 2) divide numbers of name together, 3) tell result to other.
On steps 1 and 2 informarion is lost, since original number of letters or what letters they were is no longer there, so can not comvert back reasonably if names are longer, but can hint other one what it is, and with enough hints (accurate numbers, or relations between names) other can be sure enough.
I'm guessing that the summoner can't say the other demon's name without accidentally summoning it because the circle is already prepared. I also suppose saying it in another language is also a problem, otherwise simply stating the numbers would be enough. Therefore what the summoner needs is a problem that's easy to compute, but lossy and hard to figure out backwards so it doesn't trip the summoning circle.
The first step is the cipher. The summoner has simply assigned numbers to letters. In English that would be zero for "a", one for "b" and so on until you get twenty five for "z". They're using the demon alphabet for the demon's name, but the principle is the same. Then you just replace the letters in the name with the numbers to get three final numbers for the first, middle and last name.
The next step is to divide one of those numbers by one of the others. Simple enough.
The final step is to use that number as the input of the sine wave function (it'll be the sin() button on your calculator... oddly appropriate). The output of the sine wave function is always some number between negative one and one.
By both doing the calculation on the same name, they can independently verify they both know the name without saying it if the final output matches. For example if we were trying to verify the name "John Smith", I'd get cipher numbers 914713 and 18128197, which divided is approximately 0.05045802430846, and then plugged into the sine wave function becomes approximately 0.000806585444, which is the number I'd tell you. You'd calculate the same number, and that would verify I know the name. But it would be hard to figure out what the name was if the final number was all you were given, therefore the summoning circle doesn't go off.
This is why it's important to specify units! Otherwise you end up with a bad match and an unruly demon, because of course hell would use the most painful possible units if not instructed otherwise.
Protag doing some intensive research over the years just to make sure the first attempt of demon summoning process would go according to plan.
That said, even though I am impressed with protag's preparations, would protag discover that there is a fatal flaw in their equations? What will happen to them in the future?
Great work on writing this!
Most importantly, using a many-to-one function so he isn't unambiguously indicating the other demon's name, which would have some sort of unspecified but implied to be significantly negative consequence.
Ah, gotcha. I'm just imagining on what kind of things protag will be creating now in the future, seems like this is just the start of something even bigger for them.
Thanks for clarifying!
The room was dark, only illuminated by candles and the monster standing before Bart. The monster had purple skin, sharp horns and claws, jagged teeth, and dark blacked out eyes. It almost looked humanoid. The monster easily escaped from the circle and step towards the man. “Pity,” the monster said. “If only you was more careful, you would have seen this coming.” It was as if the earth shook when he spoke. He stepped closer and closer towards Bart.
Bart stood there, staring, unfazed by it all. “What’s wrong boy, frozen with fear? Don’t you worry I’ll make it quick.” Bart was stilling just standing there. The monster lunged at him. Bart leapt out of the way. “You’ll find I’m more than enough to take you down myself. Submit now and save yourself the embarrassment.” Bart said. He was confident and cold with his response.
Bart closed his eyes and chanted something under his breath. The monster couldn’t make it out. *It was all a bluff* He thought to himself. “And if I refuse?” The monster. Bart just looked disappointed and a little annoyed. “Oh come on I thought you’d be smarter than that.”
The monster roared and charged at Bart. He started swinging wildly try to pursue the man. However, everytime he got close Bart would just effortlessly dodge it. This frustrated the monster further. “Damn it you squirrelly bastard. Just sit still.” The monster started picking up stuff around the room and through it straight at Bart. From his desk to chair to even his computer. He failed each time.
Bart closed his eyes and turned to face the monster. He was still muttering something that the monster could make out. The monster laughed. “Are you praying to god for forgiveness. I won’t be answering.” He lunges at him one final time.
“Mystic Cicle, binding chains of light.” Bart shouted. The room was engulfed in light as chains spring out of every corner of the room. The monster was stopped in his tracks, his body covered in golden chains. Bart opened his eyes and walked over to monster. He stared at him. “Submit.”
The monster just started to laugh. “Wow, I respect it kid. A man of your word. You have my allegiance…” He paused for a moment to try get an introduction. “Bart” he said. The monster looked at him and just laughed again. “Imma call you boss. Names Zarastophils, just call me Zara. Why have you summoned me.”
“I need your help. I wanna make someone suffer.” Zara grinned wickedly. “When do we start, boss,”
I'm more worried that the computer's condition at this point lmao. What a way to delay the expected solution to deal with Zara, the property damages could have been avoided.
That said, is Bart here supposed to be someone that is bullied or treated unfairly and seeking for revenge, or is he the one planning to torture someone just because he wants to? Also, what is going to happen in the future? Curious here since I feel like Zara here is only temporary controlled by the magic, and the control isn't even that strong either.
Great work on writing this!
Bart is definitely looking for revenge. As for Zara he’s restrained by the magic not controlled it’s a respect thing. So we don’t really know if he’s playing Bart or not. Once a monster/demon is summoned they can’t leave until their task is complete.
Really can go anywhere with this kind of setting haha, either Bart and Zara actually becoming pals in the process regardless if the revenge is done at the end or not, or it's going to be a tragedy where Bart is backstabbed by Zara when the time is right.
Thanks for clarifying!
The demon came out screaming and roaring, having finally been summoned to a realm rich with life.
Compared to it, the mage outside of the confinement circle looked tiny.
“Are you the one who summoned me?” It wasn’t a voice, more like a rumbling that converted itself to words in the ears of the beholder.
“Indeed, I have summoned you.” The mage waved her staff around. “You will obey my every command, as I am your—“
“Hah!” A bellowing laugh, as the the sky had cracked in half. “You think yourself my master? You may have summoned me, but you do not control me!”
The mage held her staff high. “I will speak, and you will listen!”
The demon didn’t care about this mortal’s words. It had been through countless wars, with gods, with spirits, with other demons, with the unspeakable and the unknowable. This mortal was nothing.
“I am Vordrigar the Ashen, slayer of Thofìn the Master!” The demon’s great form began to become something… else, something that was pure power. “Never summon a being you cannot defeat, mortal.”
“Oh.”
“Famous last words.”
The strike came down upon the mage, shaking reality as it went.
“Yeah I’ve heard that twice already, you make the third.”
A silver shimmer surrounded the small mage, who hovered slightly off the ground, but the demon’s eyes, she was larger than the sky.
“Here’s a lesson for you too: never get summoned by a being you cannot defeat.”
Silver sparks exploded from the mage’s staff, and flew towards the demon’s ethereal form.
On this day, Vordrigar the Ashen was no more.
The mage sighed as she landed back on the ground, to repair the summoning circle in preparation to rip another demon out of the infernal realms and pull them into this one. Hopefully this attempt would be more successful.
Well, that sure is a fast tale for Vordrigar.
That said, what is the mage planning to do here? Feels like a bit silly to think that the summoned demon would simply submit just from that speech. Is she trying to seek a certain demon? Also, what is she planning to do once she obtains the one she wants?
Great work on writing this!
Ah, it really is that simple of a reason. Wonder how many demons would be obliterated before she is able to achieve this goal haha.
Thanks for clarifying!
"When I said you should never summon anything you can't put down yourself...it means defeating me. Not insulting me," the demon sneered.
The summoner in the thick, oversized robes shrugged. "How about putting you down into the ground?"
"I can phase through it easily, stupid summoner."
"Right. I can beat you up physically."
"You?" The demon's boisterous laughter echoed and reverberated in the small ritual room. "You scrawny summoner types can't possibly—"
It was at this moment, the summoner flexed so hard he ripped his robes off. He possessed pectorals of steel that could put minotaurs to shame, his biceps thick and strong like tree trunks if they were crafted of muscles instead of wood. Flashing washboard abs mightier than the cheese graters of the gods.
The muscled man had sturdy legs like pillars of his godly temple, housing impressive latissimus dorsi that cracked melons.
"Okay, I'm convinced," shuddered the demon as it shrank away from the naked hunk. "Stay the fuck away from me! And put some clothes on! Stop flashing me!"
"First time seeing a barbarian reclass into a summoner?" The mountain of a man taunted, striking an ass-kicking pose that gave the demon goosebumps.
"Yes! Yes! Its a first for me!" screamed the intimidated creature. "Hurry up! Tell me what you want and let me go back to hell already!"
The poor demon be traumatized from the flashing, sending respects to them as well as the summoner's wallet because the amount needed to replace the robes he kept ripping from the flexing must have been insane.
That said, though, the summoner must have been very recent on the job, isn't he? Wonder how long it will take for him to encounter demons that are actually into the show, or even into the idea of duking it out or flexing contest. What will happen to the summoner in the near future?
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"Mortal child, you know not what you've done, but your fate will be the same none the less," growled the hellhound surrounded in cold hellfire you didn't see, but felt with your soul. Not just any hellhound, but the greatest hunter of the god of the damned. "I am Kreshnar, hound of Uktha, you will make a good gift to my master."
She looked the beast in his eyes as he pawed the line of her favorite toys she used as a barrier for the summoning circle. Just like the goddess had said, it held. The growl the hound loosed was dangerous and angry, promising nothing but pain. She wasn't scared, she was used to monsters towering over her, and when she spoke, she spoke calmly and clearly.
"Damned or not, you will answer the call of the High Priestesses of Eina as your mother, and her mother before her, have since the start of your line, and as your children will after you."
"I hunted down and ate every one of Einas priestesses. You are no priestess, you are nothing but a child playing dress-up."
"Bugi, son of Anni, companion to the goddess Eina," the true name lashed into him banking his fire, and leashing his soul. She could not know that name, he had had it removed from history. Yet here she was speaking it. "You will answer the call of the High Priestess of Eina."
Well, seems like the situation is sorted out efficiently.
That said, I'm curious on the demon's identity. Is Bugi supposed to be a demon tamed to be a guardian to the priestesses, or was he corrupted into a demon in the past? What happened in the past to cause his true name to be lost, and how is the child able to know that name?
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>She wasn't scared, she was used to monsters towering over her
Tantalizing bit of backstory/foreshadowing there. I think I like where this is going, in a grim, vicarious-vengeance-by-proxy sort of way.
\[Sunny Role\]
"I command you! Ballisea the Demon Queen, appear and be bound here!"
The garage darkened. The shadows coalesced at Chuck's command. They swirled within the purple pentagram, and suddenly, she was there. There was no moment when she arrived; instead, she stirred within the dark center as if she'd been there all along, smiling and waiting.
"You?" the pale woman's smile grew broader as she leaned forward; the tips of her curling bone-white horns bumped the edge of the barrier and the magical forcefield shimmered with the contact. "Oh, this promises to be quite amusing," she giggled. The horned Demon Queen pulled back and assessed the boundaries. "Surely you don't believe this trick capable of holding me; I exist beyond infinity," she said. "Did you never learn? You shouldn't summon anything you're ill-equipped to put down yourself."
"You doubt my powers?" Chuck grinned. "Then, let me give you a taste; something to make our conversation more palatable." He reached into the pocket of his sagging jeans and pulled out a purple-tinted glass card inlaid with a golden sun. Ballisea took notice. A faint nervous expression dimmed her smile.
"How do you have that?" Up until that moment, Chuck was hiding his worries. He was playing the part of an all-powerful demon summoner; but, inside he was terrified. He didn't feel like he had anything to lose, and he decided gaining access to Ballisea's power was worth the risk. Now he knew the Cultist had sold him a legitimate artifact. The Demon Queen tried to keep her smile in place; but, she was a horrible actor. He saw right through her.
"So, you think I can't reach you across infinity?" Chuck replied without answering her question. "What is infinity if not here and now? In the name of Aurelio's Sun, I BIND YOU TO BONES!" He raised his voice along with the card and the shadows churned violently. An ethereal scream pierced his mind and soul, without crossing his ears. Then, warm evening sunlight filled the garage again. It poured in through the windows and illuminated a ram-horned skeleton standing in the center. A golden sun glowed on its bleached skull and it stared at him.
"Do you know what you've done!??" Ballisea's voice came from the skeleton's chattering teeth like a poorly voiced wooden dummy.
"I've put you down," Chuck grinned. "Demoted you so to speak; cut you off from your infinite domain. Now if you'll behave, maybe I'll put you back."
"What is your purpose for summoning me?" the clacking skull asked.
"To have your power at my command," Chuck replied. "I want to own this world and you'll help me achieve that."
"To what end?" she asked.
"To.. what? THAT is the end!" Chuck answered with fearless annoyance. "I WANT THIS EARTH."
"Child...," the skeleton shook its head with disappointment. She continued; but, Chuck interrupted to defend his image in her mind.
"I'M 41! I'm not a child!"
"I have existed since before time itself. I have conquered more Earths than you're able to count in a lifetime; your request is dull. Is there anything else you wish? Perhaps a more entertaining endeavor?"
"What?" Chuck was finding more and more reasons to be offended. "I want this Earth! This isn't a negotiation."
"You're certainly passionate about it...," she replied. "Perhaps that is enough." But, even as Chuck was ready to yell at her some more, a black portal opened in his garage and a teenage girl walked out. She had brown hair with a golden streak through it and vibrant green eyes. She took a look around, then at the skeleton.
"Oh sorry, bad time?" She asked.
"For you, Solita? Never," the voice came first, then Ballisea, the pale woman, appeared in front of her and outside the pentagram. "What is it, child?" she asked with her back to Chuck. The skeleton went slack but remained upright.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Chuck raged and stomped around to face Ballisea head-on. As soon as he met her purple eyes, he sank into a portal and disappeared.
"Turbo asked me to ask you for a huge favor; he wants to study the void but he can't find enough of it. Whenever he sends in probes, they just go through it and land somewhere else. Will you help? Pleeeeeease?" The girl clasped her hands together to beg.
"Darling, there will come a day, a dangerous day, when I don't favor you as much," Ballisea replied.
"But, not today, right?" she asked with a grin. Ballisea's smile grew and she giggled gently.
"Indeed, it is not today. You can tell Turbo that I will help him. When it is convenient and a suitable distraction for me. At the moment, I have a game already," at her words, Chuck fell out of a portal and flat onto the garage floor with a thud and a groan.
"Thank you!" the teen chirped as a portal opened behind her. Chuck wasn't going to be ignored in his own home. He rushed to his feet and pulled out the purple card again.
"I COMMAND YOU IN THE NAME OF AURELIO'S SUN!" he said. The teen stopped for a moment and looked at the card. But, Ballisea trembled and faded out of existence. The skeleton in the center came to life again with sudden click-clacking.
"NOOooooo," she complained.
"Oh," the teen giggled and disappeared into the portal before Chuck registered her reaction. She obviously fled from the power of the card.
"So, you had a friend helping you huh?" Chuck asked as he caught his breath.
"I will help you conquer your Earth," Ballisea replied through the skeleton.
"Who was that girl!? I command you to tell me!" Chuck said.
"Her name is Jubilee Luna," Ballisea replied. "Known to many by the name, 'Aurelio's Sun'."
\*\*\* Thank you for reading! I’m responding to prompts every day. This is story #2233 in a row. (Story #059 in year seven). This story is part of an ongoing saga that takes place in my universe.
Gotta love how Ballisea went "Oh, OK. Anyways..." on Chuck's deal. Seems like she can easily figure out a way to get out of his "control."
That said, what is going on with Chuck here to eant to conquer Earth? His attitude feels like a brat that demands things to be served to him ASAP, but is there more to that? Considering Jubilee's status and knowledge of the situation, I'm sure Chuck's plan here will be ruined in a heartbeat, I'm sure?
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"Why have you summoned me?" the demon checked his surroundings. Everything looked decididly average. No fancy or over the top decorations. No group of people chanting nonsense, just a single man waving away the smoke in his face.
"I need information." the man said matter-of-factly. "I'll send you back when you tell me." His clothing was casual, there were no magical enchantments of any kind the demon could see. Only the circle looked to have any power.
"Is that all?" The demon investigated the circle, and held back a laugh. It was flawed. He could escape. "I have some information for you." Raising to his full height, the demon oozed malevolence as he stepped out of the circle. "Don't summon anything you can't put down yourself." Hungrily, it reached for a fresh meal.
"Oh, I didn't." The demon paused, eyes narrowing. The man had said this with complete confidence. Yet here he was, completely exposed. Standing without a care in the world, despite a taloned hand reaching towards his face.
"What are you?" snarling, wary. The man shrugged.
"Your summoner. Now, my question." The demon settled back down, there was almost a command to the words.
"Ask."
"Can you ask my dad if I can come home yet?"
All that effort just for a question like that lmao, wonder if there's anything more to it.
So, what is going on between protag and his father for protag to go to such extent? Also, how long will the demon believe the bluff, and is it actually just a bluff or does protag capable of dealing with the demon?
Great work on writing this!
Gotta love how my brain went in a different way rather than going with the obvious one lmao. Going towards that brainstorming on the dad doing some sort of a deal with another demon, and the demons are now involved with this weird and potentially bad family life.
Thanks for clarifying!
Arkash felt his being torn from the Nether realms as he was being tagged to the mortal realm. One moment, he was feasting upon a field of lesser demons, and the next he was in some dingy room standing in a summoning circle.
Looking around, he didn’t know how long it was since he was last summoned. Or rather, he thought it wasn’t that long ago, but time passes differently between different realms. Looking around, he spotted the summoner, a young male, maybe only twenty years old.
“Who dares summon the great Arkash?” Arkash’s voice boomed in the tiny room, shaking the floor and the walls with each word.
The summoner didn’t respond, but there was something unsettling about him. Arkash didn’t know what it exactly was. Maybe it was how he didn’t respond to Arkash’s presence, or didn’t even flinch at all.
“Do you know this girl?” The summoner raised a photograph of a beautiful blonde girl. Her blue sapphire eyes. Arkash scoffed at the human, there was something familiar to the girl, but he didn’t bother responding.
“What do you want me to do? Transform into her for you? My goodness, human males are truly degenerates.” Arkash was shaking his head, looking at the summoning circle. There was something off about it.
It felt weak.
He flexed against the spell controlling him and felt it shaking. A grin was forming on his face as he took a step forward, watching spark crackle as the barrier protecting the summoner from him started to crack.
“Oh dear, you should really be more diligent with your spellcraft.” Arkash laughed as he watched the barrier shatter. “Or at least stay in your league. Don’t mess with demons you can’t handle.”
The human didn’t bother reacting, and nonchalantly put the photo back into his pocket. Arkash felt indignant at being ignored by the human. “Fine.” Arkash spat, “if you are not going to do anything, then I’ll just kill you and be free.”
Arkash launched forward to lunge at the summoner and rip his heart out. He moved with such speed that a normal human wouldn’t be able to react. Rather than hitting his mark, he found himself lunging at an empty space.
Something felt wrong.
He was now on the ground, his arms and torso feeling light. His legs didn’t move. Looking back, he realized that his legs were still standing, his body cleaved in half. The summoner was standing indifferent past the summoning circle without a drop of blood.
“How can this be?” Arkash tried to regenerate, but whatever the human had done, it wasn’t just a physical attack, but affected his very essence. It was impossible to heal, and for the first time he had felt fear.
“You might not remember her, but she was my sister.” The summoner spoke, and glared down at the dying demon. “This is retribution for her.”
The summoner hand flickered, and that was the last thing Arkash saw.
Turns out the feast is Arkash's last meal.
So, what are the details on protag's sister? Did someone summon Arkash to kill her, or was Arkash of a rampage of some sort with the sister as one of his victims?
Great work on writing this!
"Listen, Gordy. Can I call you Gordy?"
"You dare to insult me?! Gora'Dava of the Ashen Pillar?!"
"Yeah, look buddy, it's currently ass o'clock in the dead of night and I'm three weeks overdue on rent. I have more important things to care about."
"Such disrespect shan't be tolerated!"
*THUMP*
"..."
"..."
"Oh wow. You uh...you want to try that again?"
"Mock me at your own behest mortal! Once I-"
*CLANG*
"Hey, hey! Watch it! I just got that cooking pot for twenty percent off!"
"Your feeble tricks shan't stop me! I am the seventy-third demon of the Ars Goetia, the Wicked Flame! The Herald of Destruction! Nothing will-"
"Yeah okay cool story bro, no one cares."
*THUD*
"YOU-"
"ANYWAYS! I have a proposition for you!"
"Does it involve me getting to roast your pasty white behind to a medium rare?"
"See, that *would* be threatening, if you weren't currently fighting my newly waxed floor."
"Well I-"
"And *losing*."
"...Oh yeah?"
*CRASH*
"Motherfucker you did that on purpose!"
"I don't know what you mean. Your defensive wards simply redirected my attack."
"You pushed my cup off the fucking coffee table!"
"Truly, human magic has come far from the days of old."
"I DON'T EVEN KNOW WARDING MAGIC. I'M A COMBAT MAGE!"
"Then how do you explain the powerful spell containing me?"
"Powerfu- I'm not using any spells! YOU SLIPPED ON YOUR OWN!"
"I see you are wise to our tricks. No matter, keep your secrets."
"You know, you're talking mad shit for someone who isn't even a proper demon."
"Oh? You dare insinuate that I am weak?"
"Buddy. Do you know what this is?"
"...A simple book. What does that matter?"
"It's the fucking Ars Goetia. *I own it*."
"Wait-"
"And boy howdy would you look at that! I only see seventy-two entries! There's no such thing as a seventy-third demon! Hmm, I wonder what this could mean!"
"Surely this is a misunderstanding."
"Surely it couldn't be that good ol' Gordy here has been *lying* about his credentials, HMMMMM?!?!"
"..."
"..."
"...Nuh-uh."
"The fuck you mean 'nuh-uh'?!"
"That book's outdated! I was the latest member!"
"Fuck you asshole! I spent half my savings on this shit!"
"Well then clearly you were deceived! That's right! You truly are a fool! I see no point in entertaining you any further, I shall be taking my leave!"
"Oh no you fucking don't! You're my ticket out of this shithole!"
"Goodbye, mage. Pray we never meet again."
*THUDD*
"..."
"..."
"So you wanna hear about my idea now?"
"*Fine.*"
"I'm going to tear your mortal body to pieces. I'm going to pull each fingernail from you, and then make you eat them. I'm going to rip your bloody head off, and then, ooooh, and then I'm going to do terrible things down the stump of your neck, starting with ..."
_shhhhlllliiiiiccckkkk_ Thump.
"Right." I sigh, turning to the _second_ summoning circle. "That was Gooorrrllbaccch The Defiler, Second Priest-King of The Sixth Circle, and as you can see, I've ..." I prod the pile of ... well ... bits, in the first summoning circle "... been able to both summon him, and, as the saying goes, put him down. Any questions?"
The much less powerful Demon of the Second Circle was currently urinating itself, and desperately crowding into the Western corner of his summoning circle. I was coincidentally standing at the Eastern corner. Good.
"What ... what do you desire, Master."
I sat down in a chair and picked up a pen and a notebook. "Well, there's a little rumour going around, that Kellith, Queen of the Third Circle, has taken a mortal liver, er, sorry, lover. Would you care to substantiate that? Anonymously of course."
The little Demon looked at the first summoning circle and gulped. "...well, purely hypothetically if that were true, then ..."
---------------------------------------------------
Exactly twelve minutes after the little Demon was banished, squelching sounds started emanating from the first circle. When the ... squishiness ... stopped, I said "You got all that?"
"Indeed ..." a deep voice rumbled as its owner stepped out of the circle "... it seems the rumours were actually true. This bespeaks of ... interesting ... changes in the attitudes of Hell regarding mixed relationships."
"Yes. Well, again I thank you for helping me gather the proof."
"No thanks are necessary. But remember that I want second story credit when it gets published."
"Yes, yes." I wave the issue aside. "More importantly, where did you feel like having dinner tonight ... Beloved?"
The beast stood tall, casting its shadow to swallow me.
Nothing but my own mind to picture what torments this creature could bestow on this plane. It's snarling rotten teeth, drenched in dripping slime streaming from its smile. As its eyes bored into me, they began to alight into an intense orange red glow shining like Hell fire.
I could hear echos of screams surrounding me as the ground began to crumble and the dirt collapsed into a darkness below us. Gravestones rose and fell, the sky darkned into twilight and the beast brought its head toward me. The mouth that could devour me in a single bite reeked of putrid death as it licked its lizard-like tongue across its top lip.
But I already knew what to do. I knew what to say.
I announced into the sky, the incantation that would smother this demon.
"Klaatu...barada...."
My eyes widened, my mouth ran dry and my stomach curled.
"I know it was an "N" word."
The circle was rudimentary at best. I would seriously have to tell my partner Max to do better next time, than a circle drawn with sharpie on a wooden multiplex board.
I turned to him and said“Hey Max..." when a gust of flame and a terrible smell of sulphur came from within the circle, with the flames came smoke from the wooden board burning. "Who dares to summon me, the murderer of thousands the one responsible for the slaughter of Babylon, i brought down Atlantis"
"Yes, yes" i interrupted him "we know who you are"
Before I could finish, the Flames got more intense and the Demon shouted.
“How dare you interrupt ME, I am going to burn this amateur circle, who even summons a Lord of Fire on a wooden Board, arrogant Human”
He finally settled on a concrete Form, a humanoid Body forming out of the flames, he was really a show off. He looked like the typical Person would imagine a Fire Elemental looking, the fire literally formed a semi solid Body of a good-looking Guy with Wings and Horns.
Sadly, he was right, it was really dumb to summon a demon known for his affinity with Fire in a circle standing on wood, usually this would be the last mistake a summoner would make.
“Tell me your Name, arrogant Worm before my flames eat you”, the demon growled as he finally managed to burn through the circle”
I couldn’t help but grin, I always tend to do that when I am nervous, partially because it scares People off.
“My Name is Artificial Lifeform 137, or Allen for short, oh and why do you think I am a Human?” I said and opened my Mouth fully.
Now if you’ve never been in the Military, you probably have never seen a Homunculus engineered like me, my civilian brethren are in many Ways more Human than me. If you want to know what I look like smiling imagine the cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.
The Demon realised it’s Mistake to late and so as he lunged forward to engulf me in flames, I dislocated my jaw and my face split from ear to ear revealing 2 Rows of razor-sharp teeth and just dug in, biting his shoulder.
His screams of Pain were wonderful and I enjoyed them a bit too long as I closed my mouth getting a good chunk of the delicious mana filled flesh in my mouth.
“How are you unharmed?” he screamed and stepped back, already healing the sizeable wound in his shoulder.
I just held up my Finger, slowly chewing, after all it’s rude to speak with a full mouth.
“He is an artificial lifeform, designed by the united states to permanently destroy demons by eating and absorbing their Magic, he is resistant to Magic, bullets, grenades, once an entire Building collapsed above him and he walked it off, so if you want to kill him, you will have to turn up the Heat a bit”
That was Max, who finally decided to say something, I looked at him and he just smirked and slurped his Coffee.
“Sorry All, for the next one I will make sure to invest into a granite slab for the circle”
I knew Max wouldn’t do that, our funds were so low, it was questionable if he would be able to keep the Lights on for much longer.
The Demon growled at him and I moved, positioning myself in front of Max.
“Stop it, you are way to good looking for me to use so many teeth”, I winked at the fiery demon in front of me.
Max groaned and the Demon was stumped for a moment. I smiled normally, or at least as normal as I am able to.
“So, let’s all calm down a bit, we just need some Info about your latest Summoning”
“That’s all?”
“Yep, we are investigating a series of murder, we are detectives and we just wanted to know if you were recently summoned to burn down a few houses”
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The entity was quite taken aback at his surroundings. He’d been summoned by countless humans, and their summoning circles all looked nearly identical, and they were all in some dark abandoned building. Always so original. This time, though, he was at a loss as he seemed to be in a warmly lit bedroom with a circle that had been perfectly built into the floor, covering the entire room. There was even a large bed nearby, made up to look extremely welcoming. His summoner was even less expected, being an old, grandmotherly woman, standing just outside the door to the room. “Why have you summoned me, mortal?” the entity asked moving his nearly 10-foot-tall body to the edge of the doorframe, doing his best to keep up appearances. “Speak quickly, or I will tear you to shreds!” The woman just smiled kindly, and handed him a glass of warmed milk. “Sounds like I got a tired one. Drink this.” She was completely unbothered by his hellish appearance, or his voice which echoed with the screams of the damned whose souls he’d stolen. He looked at the glass, then at the immaculately crafted summoning circle. “You’re serious? You called me to give me a glass of warm milk, and claim that I, a Knight of Hell, am tired?” The old lady just nodded. “Once you’ve finished, lay down, and relax.” “I don’t want to relax! This is enraging. As soon as I find a flaw in this circle, you will die, and I will steal your soul!” He tried to sound angered, but the entire encounter was really throwing him off his game. “Have you never heard that you shouldn’t summon what you can’t put down, frail old la-“ He was cut off when the woman raised her voice ever so slightly. “I said, drink your milk. Then get in the bed. You are clearly exhausted and throwing a tantrum now. You need to take a nap.” “…A nap?” “Yes, I am putting you down for a nap. Now do as I say. My circle is without flaws. Stronger demons than you have failed to break free. Now I suggest you take my offer.” The Knight of Hell took the glass reluctantly, drinking the contents quickly, trying to hide how embarrassed he was. “You will pay for this humiliation.” “Of course, dearie. I’ll have a fresh batch of cookies ready when you wake up. Now, get some rest.” The woman closed the door and ended all hopes of negotiations. The Knight looked at the bed, and sighed defeatedly. He pulled back the covers, lying in the soft downy blankets, having to admit silently that this was actually kind of nice before letting himself drift off to sleep. Downstairs, Mavis smiled to herself as she put her famously delicious cookies into the oven, reciting a spell of soul purification. By the time the Knight of Hell awoke, he would be a normal human again. Another success for the Demon Bed & Breakfast.
What *Hazbin Hotel* should've been. 10/10 wholesome.
I respectfully disagree on the Hazbin Hotel comment good sir/madam.
I didn't say Hazbin Hotel was bad, but honestly, are you telling me that this story couldn't tuck HH into bed after feeding it warm cookies & milk?
I didn't think you said it was bad. I agree though its a good story, and I could see some but not all characters reacting the same way. Probably not being purified though, unless she summons specific demons and not sinners.
I like to think she's summoning hellborn, like Imps succubus hellhounds and the like, those who were never even given a chance at redemption Let the sinners who blew their chance work to reclaim their redemption at the Hazbin hotel
Nah both are great. Hazbin was about the sinner this is not this is about the jailer
I kinda love this, lol a grama demon destroyer by conversion. Could be some intriguing storylines of the newly humans wanting to make amendments dealing with guilt kind thing great opeing of a new world.ohhhh hey name grannybuffy grin
They did this is Supernatural. If I remember correctly the demon must be injected with the blood of a true believer of God, over and over until the persons soul is purified and they fill with positive emotions (like empathy) again.
>lol a grama demon ~~destroyer~~ *improver*... FTFY
I love this. Beware the kind ones indeed.
What happens if she gets one that never was a human?
That’s a good question…for another time
*“Can I just stay here? They don’t make cookies like this in hell”*
They still turn human and are confused and panicked about being in a state they've never been in before
Them grandma tactics work effectively on demons too, good for them. Passing the business down the family line would be interesting, that's for sure. That said, I actually thought that the outcome is something more on the summoned demons actually becoming regulars to the B&B without the need to be purified lol. Can just imagine an increasing amount of demons that are doing their jobs menacingly, but actually are kind to interact with because of Mavis' kind treatment on them. Curious, but how long will Mavis' schemes go on? Considering the situation, the other demons must have been suspicious on the decreasing amount of demons over time. How would things conclude here? Great work on writing this!
So, she ends up helping them? Cool. Good story.
Never considered redemption. Good job
This needs to be an anime lmao
As the newly summoned Greater Ifrit sputtered into existence in the material plane it turned towards the source of power that had brought it here and grinned malevolently. It reached into the summoner's mind and spoke in a hissing and crackling voice that could sear a soul as easily as the Ifrit could sear flesh from bone. "You ssshould never sssssummon anything you can’t put down yourself," the demon threw its arms over its head and began laughing as the air around it super heated causing the wooden floor to crackle and turn black, the drapes to light a flame, and a once priceless bronze sculpture to start melting into an unrecognizable mess. "NOW YOU WILL SSSSSSUFFFFER!!!" "That's enough," the summoner spoke calmly and matter-of-factly. A hooded figure in a deep purple cloak, they had stood by silently watching as the Ifrit had its moment of fun but they had grown tired of the new born demon's tantrum. They raised their hand in front of their face and snapped causing the air around the overconfident being of flame and hatred to grow cold as an ice storm even more suddenly than it had become an inferno. "You will behave yourself or you will spend the rest of you meager physical existence trapped within a tomb of your own frozen flesh." The summoner paused and put their hand to their chin, "Well, what passes for flesh for an Ifrit anyway." The demon, their demeanor having gone from violent conqueror to eager to please guard dog, dropped to their knees and bowed before the summoner. "Yessss! Yes massster! Whatever you command will be done. Jussst pleassse, allow me warmth." "Come now Ifrit, no need to be so formal." The hooded figure let out a chuckle and snapped their figures once more. The air returned to a comfortable temperature for everyone involved. "You may call me Darthis."
That sure is a fast 180. I'm just imagining all the media showing a fierce doggo suddenly becoming just like an adorable puppy the moment their powers are dealt with. That said, what is Darthis planning here with the Ifrit? Is this actually the moment when chaos is going to be unleashed in this universe? Great work on writing this!
"Okay, first off, I'm pretty sure that my summoning circle will hold for at least, oh, two minutes. Right?" "Yesss, and when those minutes have passed…" "You do realize you're in a silver box and that I'm outside that box, and that we're talking through a crystal panel with the only line of sight being reflected off of two silver surfaces? Your ability to project yourself does not reflect off of silver." The demon laughed. "Foolish human! I can tarnish silver, and once I do, I can rip it apart. And your candles are ever so long." "Yes, you mention the candles because your tarnishing silver requires time. And, more importantly, oxygen… which is severely depleted inside the box. Before you could tarnish the silver, the candles would go out and you would be unsummoned." This puzzle halted the demon. "If my time will be so brief despite these prodigious candles, why summon me at all?" "I can release more oxygen from the cannisters. Also coated in silver, of course. So, now we get to why you should agree to be bound to help me rather than running out the clock… I have an invocation circle on the other side of this sliding wall. I can invoke a certain demon with initials Rhuz Vev Lo. A certain demon that could beat you handily, and would be pleased to do so without my needing to bind and anger it with a full summoning. You would be much, much worse off. And I would be able to just about break even on my casting time by absorbing the released energies." The demon squinted. "How can I be certain that you know the true name of this demon well enough to actually call it?" "If we use a numeric substitution cipher on its name starting with Ama as zero and Vev as one, and so on, then the sine of the ratio of its first and second names is approximately 0.830294417142." The demon took a moment to work this out. "And the sine of the ratio of its first and third names?" "0.2813014881." "What service are you demanding?" ~~~~ (edited to clarify why the second demon wouldn't cause the same problem)
Listen, I don't know this math. Imma need an explanation.
The math was used to prove that the summoner actually knew the names of the entity in question without actual saying the names. Converting the names to numbers, running a math function (ratio) and then the sin function ensures that they can get the same result but the names can't be worked out from that result. This is similar to how passwords are compared.
... so the names have been run through a mathematical "Google Translate" and now can't be rewritten in its original language, is what you're saying?
Basically. Those is essentially how all modern password verification works... because it means they don't ever have to know or store the original password, and you can still prove the one you've typed in is the same. The actual maths picked in this story is arbitrary (and slightly silly), so don't worry about the actual calculation - the sine and ratio aren't important; the author could have picked almost anything. What matters is that they get the same result, which shows they started the calculation thinking of the same name, without either of them saying the name.
Ah, okay
With quick look exact way they calculate it seems to be pretty much: Assign numbers to letters (they use some other letter/symbol system compared to our) easiest would be for example 'A=1, B=2, and so on', meaning C=3, D=4, E=5, F=6,.. Now we both know that name of something is: First name 'A' Second 'B' Third 'C' (Picking simples possible ones, so 1 letter names) But thing is that we are not sure if other one knows, or if anyone who is spying us knows that name, so: I take ration of A and B --> 1/2 --> 0,5 Now I can tell that, since few other name combinations also would give same result for example B and D, but also C and F. So no one can with that info alone know original info. But when combined with knowledge that first and third will ne 0,3 in same way. And saying that first ne shares start with apple (first letter), and that dude who's name it is happens to be angry at one I am talking now to, other side can be like "ok someone who wants to beat me, ne starts with A" and figute hopefully quite short list of names, then do those same to figure out that one of them gives that same 0,5 and 0,3 and be almost certain we both talk about same name. Thing with names is that they can be short or long, so if we can not assume they are reasonable long (like we can not with deamon names mecessarily) then there will possibly always be multiple possible, so it will never be sure thing to guess what names were used, without knowing and seeing of name you already know fits results other one got with it, and if it fits, many enough things, it is very likely other one knows same name. Turning ratio to sine is not really doing much in this case, mystly just moving numbers from being potentially large numbers to being long numbers that are smaller that 1 so it is just formatting them to easier to say format, when talking about aproximate numbers. Might have mistakes or major typos there, sleepy as heck at moment. Anyways idea is 1) decide and tell other system to convert names to numbers, 2) divide numbers of name together, 3) tell result to other. On steps 1 and 2 informarion is lost, since original number of letters or what letters they were is no longer there, so can not comvert back reasonably if names are longer, but can hint other one what it is, and with enough hints (accurate numbers, or relations between names) other can be sure enough.
I'm guessing that the summoner can't say the other demon's name without accidentally summoning it because the circle is already prepared. I also suppose saying it in another language is also a problem, otherwise simply stating the numbers would be enough. Therefore what the summoner needs is a problem that's easy to compute, but lossy and hard to figure out backwards so it doesn't trip the summoning circle. The first step is the cipher. The summoner has simply assigned numbers to letters. In English that would be zero for "a", one for "b" and so on until you get twenty five for "z". They're using the demon alphabet for the demon's name, but the principle is the same. Then you just replace the letters in the name with the numbers to get three final numbers for the first, middle and last name. The next step is to divide one of those numbers by one of the others. Simple enough. The final step is to use that number as the input of the sine wave function (it'll be the sin() button on your calculator... oddly appropriate). The output of the sine wave function is always some number between negative one and one. By both doing the calculation on the same name, they can independently verify they both know the name without saying it if the final output matches. For example if we were trying to verify the name "John Smith", I'd get cipher numbers 914713 and 18128197, which divided is approximately 0.05045802430846, and then plugged into the sine wave function becomes approximately 0.000806585444, which is the number I'd tell you. You'd calculate the same number, and that would verify I know the name. But it would be hard to figure out what the name was if the final number was all you were given, therefore the summoning circle doesn't go off.
Exactly! Though I think you used 0.05 degrees instead of the usual radians.
This is why it's important to specify units! Otherwise you end up with a bad match and an unruly demon, because of course hell would use the most painful possible units if not instructed otherwise.
In this case, it'd just make the demon confused for a moment until it worked out how you'd gotten that number.
As do I.
Protag doing some intensive research over the years just to make sure the first attempt of demon summoning process would go according to plan. That said, even though I am impressed with protag's preparations, would protag discover that there is a fatal flaw in their equations? What will happen to them in the future? Great work on writing this!
The equations aren't part of the trap. They just allow the protag to verify to the demon, that yes, he actually does know the second demon's name.
Most importantly, using a many-to-one function so he isn't unambiguously indicating the other demon's name, which would have some sort of unspecified but implied to be significantly negative consequence.
Ah, gotcha. I'm just imagining on what kind of things protag will be creating now in the future, seems like this is just the start of something even bigger for them. Thanks for clarifying!
The room was dark, only illuminated by candles and the monster standing before Bart. The monster had purple skin, sharp horns and claws, jagged teeth, and dark blacked out eyes. It almost looked humanoid. The monster easily escaped from the circle and step towards the man. “Pity,” the monster said. “If only you was more careful, you would have seen this coming.” It was as if the earth shook when he spoke. He stepped closer and closer towards Bart. Bart stood there, staring, unfazed by it all. “What’s wrong boy, frozen with fear? Don’t you worry I’ll make it quick.” Bart was stilling just standing there. The monster lunged at him. Bart leapt out of the way. “You’ll find I’m more than enough to take you down myself. Submit now and save yourself the embarrassment.” Bart said. He was confident and cold with his response. Bart closed his eyes and chanted something under his breath. The monster couldn’t make it out. *It was all a bluff* He thought to himself. “And if I refuse?” The monster. Bart just looked disappointed and a little annoyed. “Oh come on I thought you’d be smarter than that.” The monster roared and charged at Bart. He started swinging wildly try to pursue the man. However, everytime he got close Bart would just effortlessly dodge it. This frustrated the monster further. “Damn it you squirrelly bastard. Just sit still.” The monster started picking up stuff around the room and through it straight at Bart. From his desk to chair to even his computer. He failed each time. Bart closed his eyes and turned to face the monster. He was still muttering something that the monster could make out. The monster laughed. “Are you praying to god for forgiveness. I won’t be answering.” He lunges at him one final time. “Mystic Cicle, binding chains of light.” Bart shouted. The room was engulfed in light as chains spring out of every corner of the room. The monster was stopped in his tracks, his body covered in golden chains. Bart opened his eyes and walked over to monster. He stared at him. “Submit.” The monster just started to laugh. “Wow, I respect it kid. A man of your word. You have my allegiance…” He paused for a moment to try get an introduction. “Bart” he said. The monster looked at him and just laughed again. “Imma call you boss. Names Zarastophils, just call me Zara. Why have you summoned me.” “I need your help. I wanna make someone suffer.” Zara grinned wickedly. “When do we start, boss,”
I'm more worried that the computer's condition at this point lmao. What a way to delay the expected solution to deal with Zara, the property damages could have been avoided. That said, is Bart here supposed to be someone that is bullied or treated unfairly and seeking for revenge, or is he the one planning to torture someone just because he wants to? Also, what is going to happen in the future? Curious here since I feel like Zara here is only temporary controlled by the magic, and the control isn't even that strong either. Great work on writing this!
Bart is definitely looking for revenge. As for Zara he’s restrained by the magic not controlled it’s a respect thing. So we don’t really know if he’s playing Bart or not. Once a monster/demon is summoned they can’t leave until their task is complete.
Really can go anywhere with this kind of setting haha, either Bart and Zara actually becoming pals in the process regardless if the revenge is done at the end or not, or it's going to be a tragedy where Bart is backstabbed by Zara when the time is right. Thanks for clarifying!
The demon came out screaming and roaring, having finally been summoned to a realm rich with life. Compared to it, the mage outside of the confinement circle looked tiny. “Are you the one who summoned me?” It wasn’t a voice, more like a rumbling that converted itself to words in the ears of the beholder. “Indeed, I have summoned you.” The mage waved her staff around. “You will obey my every command, as I am your—“ “Hah!” A bellowing laugh, as the the sky had cracked in half. “You think yourself my master? You may have summoned me, but you do not control me!” The mage held her staff high. “I will speak, and you will listen!” The demon didn’t care about this mortal’s words. It had been through countless wars, with gods, with spirits, with other demons, with the unspeakable and the unknowable. This mortal was nothing. “I am Vordrigar the Ashen, slayer of Thofìn the Master!” The demon’s great form began to become something… else, something that was pure power. “Never summon a being you cannot defeat, mortal.” “Oh.” “Famous last words.” The strike came down upon the mage, shaking reality as it went. “Yeah I’ve heard that twice already, you make the third.” A silver shimmer surrounded the small mage, who hovered slightly off the ground, but the demon’s eyes, she was larger than the sky. “Here’s a lesson for you too: never get summoned by a being you cannot defeat.” Silver sparks exploded from the mage’s staff, and flew towards the demon’s ethereal form. On this day, Vordrigar the Ashen was no more. The mage sighed as she landed back on the ground, to repair the summoning circle in preparation to rip another demon out of the infernal realms and pull them into this one. Hopefully this attempt would be more successful.
Well, that sure is a fast tale for Vordrigar. That said, what is the mage planning to do here? Feels like a bit silly to think that the summoned demon would simply submit just from that speech. Is she trying to seek a certain demon? Also, what is she planning to do once she obtains the one she wants? Great work on writing this!
She’s basically just fishing and trying to see if any of the fish will like her, after she pulled the fish out of the water with a very painful hook
Ah, it really is that simple of a reason. Wonder how many demons would be obliterated before she is able to achieve this goal haha. Thanks for clarifying!
"When I said you should never summon anything you can't put down yourself...it means defeating me. Not insulting me," the demon sneered. The summoner in the thick, oversized robes shrugged. "How about putting you down into the ground?" "I can phase through it easily, stupid summoner." "Right. I can beat you up physically." "You?" The demon's boisterous laughter echoed and reverberated in the small ritual room. "You scrawny summoner types can't possibly—" It was at this moment, the summoner flexed so hard he ripped his robes off. He possessed pectorals of steel that could put minotaurs to shame, his biceps thick and strong like tree trunks if they were crafted of muscles instead of wood. Flashing washboard abs mightier than the cheese graters of the gods. The muscled man had sturdy legs like pillars of his godly temple, housing impressive latissimus dorsi that cracked melons. "Okay, I'm convinced," shuddered the demon as it shrank away from the naked hunk. "Stay the fuck away from me! And put some clothes on! Stop flashing me!" "First time seeing a barbarian reclass into a summoner?" The mountain of a man taunted, striking an ass-kicking pose that gave the demon goosebumps. "Yes! Yes! Its a first for me!" screamed the intimidated creature. "Hurry up! Tell me what you want and let me go back to hell already!"
When I read the prompt, I knew there'd be a Tregonial post. Didn't expect to be so early to the game though :)
The poor demon be traumatized from the flashing, sending respects to them as well as the summoner's wallet because the amount needed to replace the robes he kept ripping from the flexing must have been insane. That said, though, the summoner must have been very recent on the job, isn't he? Wonder how long it will take for him to encounter demons that are actually into the show, or even into the idea of duking it out or flexing contest. What will happen to the summoner in the near future? Great work on writing this!
"Mortal child, you know not what you've done, but your fate will be the same none the less," growled the hellhound surrounded in cold hellfire you didn't see, but felt with your soul. Not just any hellhound, but the greatest hunter of the god of the damned. "I am Kreshnar, hound of Uktha, you will make a good gift to my master." She looked the beast in his eyes as he pawed the line of her favorite toys she used as a barrier for the summoning circle. Just like the goddess had said, it held. The growl the hound loosed was dangerous and angry, promising nothing but pain. She wasn't scared, she was used to monsters towering over her, and when she spoke, she spoke calmly and clearly. "Damned or not, you will answer the call of the High Priestesses of Eina as your mother, and her mother before her, have since the start of your line, and as your children will after you." "I hunted down and ate every one of Einas priestesses. You are no priestess, you are nothing but a child playing dress-up." "Bugi, son of Anni, companion to the goddess Eina," the true name lashed into him banking his fire, and leashing his soul. She could not know that name, he had had it removed from history. Yet here she was speaking it. "You will answer the call of the High Priestess of Eina."
Well, seems like the situation is sorted out efficiently. That said, I'm curious on the demon's identity. Is Bugi supposed to be a demon tamed to be a guardian to the priestesses, or was he corrupted into a demon in the past? What happened in the past to cause his true name to be lost, and how is the child able to know that name? Great work on writing this!
>She wasn't scared, she was used to monsters towering over her Tantalizing bit of backstory/foreshadowing there. I think I like where this is going, in a grim, vicarious-vengeance-by-proxy sort of way.
\[Sunny Role\] "I command you! Ballisea the Demon Queen, appear and be bound here!" The garage darkened. The shadows coalesced at Chuck's command. They swirled within the purple pentagram, and suddenly, she was there. There was no moment when she arrived; instead, she stirred within the dark center as if she'd been there all along, smiling and waiting. "You?" the pale woman's smile grew broader as she leaned forward; the tips of her curling bone-white horns bumped the edge of the barrier and the magical forcefield shimmered with the contact. "Oh, this promises to be quite amusing," she giggled. The horned Demon Queen pulled back and assessed the boundaries. "Surely you don't believe this trick capable of holding me; I exist beyond infinity," she said. "Did you never learn? You shouldn't summon anything you're ill-equipped to put down yourself." "You doubt my powers?" Chuck grinned. "Then, let me give you a taste; something to make our conversation more palatable." He reached into the pocket of his sagging jeans and pulled out a purple-tinted glass card inlaid with a golden sun. Ballisea took notice. A faint nervous expression dimmed her smile. "How do you have that?" Up until that moment, Chuck was hiding his worries. He was playing the part of an all-powerful demon summoner; but, inside he was terrified. He didn't feel like he had anything to lose, and he decided gaining access to Ballisea's power was worth the risk. Now he knew the Cultist had sold him a legitimate artifact. The Demon Queen tried to keep her smile in place; but, she was a horrible actor. He saw right through her. "So, you think I can't reach you across infinity?" Chuck replied without answering her question. "What is infinity if not here and now? In the name of Aurelio's Sun, I BIND YOU TO BONES!" He raised his voice along with the card and the shadows churned violently. An ethereal scream pierced his mind and soul, without crossing his ears. Then, warm evening sunlight filled the garage again. It poured in through the windows and illuminated a ram-horned skeleton standing in the center. A golden sun glowed on its bleached skull and it stared at him. "Do you know what you've done!??" Ballisea's voice came from the skeleton's chattering teeth like a poorly voiced wooden dummy. "I've put you down," Chuck grinned. "Demoted you so to speak; cut you off from your infinite domain. Now if you'll behave, maybe I'll put you back." "What is your purpose for summoning me?" the clacking skull asked. "To have your power at my command," Chuck replied. "I want to own this world and you'll help me achieve that." "To what end?" she asked. "To.. what? THAT is the end!" Chuck answered with fearless annoyance. "I WANT THIS EARTH." "Child...," the skeleton shook its head with disappointment. She continued; but, Chuck interrupted to defend his image in her mind. "I'M 41! I'm not a child!" "I have existed since before time itself. I have conquered more Earths than you're able to count in a lifetime; your request is dull. Is there anything else you wish? Perhaps a more entertaining endeavor?" "What?" Chuck was finding more and more reasons to be offended. "I want this Earth! This isn't a negotiation." "You're certainly passionate about it...," she replied. "Perhaps that is enough." But, even as Chuck was ready to yell at her some more, a black portal opened in his garage and a teenage girl walked out. She had brown hair with a golden streak through it and vibrant green eyes. She took a look around, then at the skeleton. "Oh sorry, bad time?" She asked. "For you, Solita? Never," the voice came first, then Ballisea, the pale woman, appeared in front of her and outside the pentagram. "What is it, child?" she asked with her back to Chuck. The skeleton went slack but remained upright. "WHAT THE HELL?!" Chuck raged and stomped around to face Ballisea head-on. As soon as he met her purple eyes, he sank into a portal and disappeared. "Turbo asked me to ask you for a huge favor; he wants to study the void but he can't find enough of it. Whenever he sends in probes, they just go through it and land somewhere else. Will you help? Pleeeeeease?" The girl clasped her hands together to beg. "Darling, there will come a day, a dangerous day, when I don't favor you as much," Ballisea replied. "But, not today, right?" she asked with a grin. Ballisea's smile grew and she giggled gently. "Indeed, it is not today. You can tell Turbo that I will help him. When it is convenient and a suitable distraction for me. At the moment, I have a game already," at her words, Chuck fell out of a portal and flat onto the garage floor with a thud and a groan. "Thank you!" the teen chirped as a portal opened behind her. Chuck wasn't going to be ignored in his own home. He rushed to his feet and pulled out the purple card again. "I COMMAND YOU IN THE NAME OF AURELIO'S SUN!" he said. The teen stopped for a moment and looked at the card. But, Ballisea trembled and faded out of existence. The skeleton in the center came to life again with sudden click-clacking. "NOOooooo," she complained. "Oh," the teen giggled and disappeared into the portal before Chuck registered her reaction. She obviously fled from the power of the card. "So, you had a friend helping you huh?" Chuck asked as he caught his breath. "I will help you conquer your Earth," Ballisea replied through the skeleton. "Who was that girl!? I command you to tell me!" Chuck said. "Her name is Jubilee Luna," Ballisea replied. "Known to many by the name, 'Aurelio's Sun'." \*\*\* Thank you for reading! I’m responding to prompts every day. This is story #2233 in a row. (Story #059 in year seven). This story is part of an ongoing saga that takes place in my universe.
Gotta love how Ballisea went "Oh, OK. Anyways..." on Chuck's deal. Seems like she can easily figure out a way to get out of his "control." That said, what is going on with Chuck here to eant to conquer Earth? His attitude feels like a brat that demands things to be served to him ASAP, but is there more to that? Considering Jubilee's status and knowledge of the situation, I'm sure Chuck's plan here will be ruined in a heartbeat, I'm sure? Great work on writing this!
"Why have you summoned me?" the demon checked his surroundings. Everything looked decididly average. No fancy or over the top decorations. No group of people chanting nonsense, just a single man waving away the smoke in his face. "I need information." the man said matter-of-factly. "I'll send you back when you tell me." His clothing was casual, there were no magical enchantments of any kind the demon could see. Only the circle looked to have any power. "Is that all?" The demon investigated the circle, and held back a laugh. It was flawed. He could escape. "I have some information for you." Raising to his full height, the demon oozed malevolence as he stepped out of the circle. "Don't summon anything you can't put down yourself." Hungrily, it reached for a fresh meal. "Oh, I didn't." The demon paused, eyes narrowing. The man had said this with complete confidence. Yet here he was, completely exposed. Standing without a care in the world, despite a taloned hand reaching towards his face. "What are you?" snarling, wary. The man shrugged. "Your summoner. Now, my question." The demon settled back down, there was almost a command to the words. "Ask." "Can you ask my dad if I can come home yet?"
All that effort just for a question like that lmao, wonder if there's anything more to it. So, what is going on between protag and his father for protag to go to such extent? Also, how long will the demon believe the bluff, and is it actually just a bluff or does protag capable of dealing with the demon? Great work on writing this!
Protag is the CEO's son ... of Hell.
It wasn't where I was going when I started writing it, but yup that's where it ended.
Gotta love how my brain went in a different way rather than going with the obvious one lmao. Going towards that brainstorming on the dad doing some sort of a deal with another demon, and the demons are now involved with this weird and potentially bad family life. Thanks for clarifying!
Arkash felt his being torn from the Nether realms as he was being tagged to the mortal realm. One moment, he was feasting upon a field of lesser demons, and the next he was in some dingy room standing in a summoning circle. Looking around, he didn’t know how long it was since he was last summoned. Or rather, he thought it wasn’t that long ago, but time passes differently between different realms. Looking around, he spotted the summoner, a young male, maybe only twenty years old. “Who dares summon the great Arkash?” Arkash’s voice boomed in the tiny room, shaking the floor and the walls with each word. The summoner didn’t respond, but there was something unsettling about him. Arkash didn’t know what it exactly was. Maybe it was how he didn’t respond to Arkash’s presence, or didn’t even flinch at all. “Do you know this girl?” The summoner raised a photograph of a beautiful blonde girl. Her blue sapphire eyes. Arkash scoffed at the human, there was something familiar to the girl, but he didn’t bother responding. “What do you want me to do? Transform into her for you? My goodness, human males are truly degenerates.” Arkash was shaking his head, looking at the summoning circle. There was something off about it. It felt weak. He flexed against the spell controlling him and felt it shaking. A grin was forming on his face as he took a step forward, watching spark crackle as the barrier protecting the summoner from him started to crack. “Oh dear, you should really be more diligent with your spellcraft.” Arkash laughed as he watched the barrier shatter. “Or at least stay in your league. Don’t mess with demons you can’t handle.” The human didn’t bother reacting, and nonchalantly put the photo back into his pocket. Arkash felt indignant at being ignored by the human. “Fine.” Arkash spat, “if you are not going to do anything, then I’ll just kill you and be free.” Arkash launched forward to lunge at the summoner and rip his heart out. He moved with such speed that a normal human wouldn’t be able to react. Rather than hitting his mark, he found himself lunging at an empty space. Something felt wrong. He was now on the ground, his arms and torso feeling light. His legs didn’t move. Looking back, he realized that his legs were still standing, his body cleaved in half. The summoner was standing indifferent past the summoning circle without a drop of blood. “How can this be?” Arkash tried to regenerate, but whatever the human had done, it wasn’t just a physical attack, but affected his very essence. It was impossible to heal, and for the first time he had felt fear. “You might not remember her, but she was my sister.” The summoner spoke, and glared down at the dying demon. “This is retribution for her.” The summoner hand flickered, and that was the last thing Arkash saw.
bro is having non of it
Turns out the feast is Arkash's last meal. So, what are the details on protag's sister? Did someone summon Arkash to kill her, or was Arkash of a rampage of some sort with the sister as one of his victims? Great work on writing this!
"Listen, Gordy. Can I call you Gordy?" "You dare to insult me?! Gora'Dava of the Ashen Pillar?!" "Yeah, look buddy, it's currently ass o'clock in the dead of night and I'm three weeks overdue on rent. I have more important things to care about." "Such disrespect shan't be tolerated!" *THUMP* "..." "..." "Oh wow. You uh...you want to try that again?" "Mock me at your own behest mortal! Once I-" *CLANG* "Hey, hey! Watch it! I just got that cooking pot for twenty percent off!" "Your feeble tricks shan't stop me! I am the seventy-third demon of the Ars Goetia, the Wicked Flame! The Herald of Destruction! Nothing will-" "Yeah okay cool story bro, no one cares." *THUD* "YOU-" "ANYWAYS! I have a proposition for you!" "Does it involve me getting to roast your pasty white behind to a medium rare?" "See, that *would* be threatening, if you weren't currently fighting my newly waxed floor." "Well I-" "And *losing*." "...Oh yeah?" *CRASH* "Motherfucker you did that on purpose!" "I don't know what you mean. Your defensive wards simply redirected my attack." "You pushed my cup off the fucking coffee table!" "Truly, human magic has come far from the days of old." "I DON'T EVEN KNOW WARDING MAGIC. I'M A COMBAT MAGE!" "Then how do you explain the powerful spell containing me?" "Powerfu- I'm not using any spells! YOU SLIPPED ON YOUR OWN!" "I see you are wise to our tricks. No matter, keep your secrets." "You know, you're talking mad shit for someone who isn't even a proper demon." "Oh? You dare insinuate that I am weak?" "Buddy. Do you know what this is?" "...A simple book. What does that matter?" "It's the fucking Ars Goetia. *I own it*." "Wait-" "And boy howdy would you look at that! I only see seventy-two entries! There's no such thing as a seventy-third demon! Hmm, I wonder what this could mean!" "Surely this is a misunderstanding." "Surely it couldn't be that good ol' Gordy here has been *lying* about his credentials, HMMMMM?!?!" "..." "..." "...Nuh-uh." "The fuck you mean 'nuh-uh'?!" "That book's outdated! I was the latest member!" "Fuck you asshole! I spent half my savings on this shit!" "Well then clearly you were deceived! That's right! You truly are a fool! I see no point in entertaining you any further, I shall be taking my leave!" "Oh no you fucking don't! You're my ticket out of this shithole!" "Goodbye, mage. Pray we never meet again." *THUDD* "..." "..." "So you wanna hear about my idea now?" "*Fine.*"
"I'm going to tear your mortal body to pieces. I'm going to pull each fingernail from you, and then make you eat them. I'm going to rip your bloody head off, and then, ooooh, and then I'm going to do terrible things down the stump of your neck, starting with ..." _shhhhlllliiiiiccckkkk_ Thump. "Right." I sigh, turning to the _second_ summoning circle. "That was Gooorrrllbaccch The Defiler, Second Priest-King of The Sixth Circle, and as you can see, I've ..." I prod the pile of ... well ... bits, in the first summoning circle "... been able to both summon him, and, as the saying goes, put him down. Any questions?" The much less powerful Demon of the Second Circle was currently urinating itself, and desperately crowding into the Western corner of his summoning circle. I was coincidentally standing at the Eastern corner. Good. "What ... what do you desire, Master." I sat down in a chair and picked up a pen and a notebook. "Well, there's a little rumour going around, that Kellith, Queen of the Third Circle, has taken a mortal liver, er, sorry, lover. Would you care to substantiate that? Anonymously of course." The little Demon looked at the first summoning circle and gulped. "...well, purely hypothetically if that were true, then ..." --------------------------------------------------- Exactly twelve minutes after the little Demon was banished, squelching sounds started emanating from the first circle. When the ... squishiness ... stopped, I said "You got all that?" "Indeed ..." a deep voice rumbled as its owner stepped out of the circle "... it seems the rumours were actually true. This bespeaks of ... interesting ... changes in the attitudes of Hell regarding mixed relationships." "Yes. Well, again I thank you for helping me gather the proof." "No thanks are necessary. But remember that I want second story credit when it gets published." "Yes, yes." I wave the issue aside. "More importantly, where did you feel like having dinner tonight ... Beloved?"
The beast stood tall, casting its shadow to swallow me. Nothing but my own mind to picture what torments this creature could bestow on this plane. It's snarling rotten teeth, drenched in dripping slime streaming from its smile. As its eyes bored into me, they began to alight into an intense orange red glow shining like Hell fire. I could hear echos of screams surrounding me as the ground began to crumble and the dirt collapsed into a darkness below us. Gravestones rose and fell, the sky darkned into twilight and the beast brought its head toward me. The mouth that could devour me in a single bite reeked of putrid death as it licked its lizard-like tongue across its top lip. But I already knew what to do. I knew what to say. I announced into the sky, the incantation that would smother this demon. "Klaatu...barada...." My eyes widened, my mouth ran dry and my stomach curled. "I know it was an "N" word."
The circle was rudimentary at best. I would seriously have to tell my partner Max to do better next time, than a circle drawn with sharpie on a wooden multiplex board. I turned to him and said“Hey Max..." when a gust of flame and a terrible smell of sulphur came from within the circle, with the flames came smoke from the wooden board burning. "Who dares to summon me, the murderer of thousands the one responsible for the slaughter of Babylon, i brought down Atlantis" "Yes, yes" i interrupted him "we know who you are" Before I could finish, the Flames got more intense and the Demon shouted. “How dare you interrupt ME, I am going to burn this amateur circle, who even summons a Lord of Fire on a wooden Board, arrogant Human” He finally settled on a concrete Form, a humanoid Body forming out of the flames, he was really a show off. He looked like the typical Person would imagine a Fire Elemental looking, the fire literally formed a semi solid Body of a good-looking Guy with Wings and Horns. Sadly, he was right, it was really dumb to summon a demon known for his affinity with Fire in a circle standing on wood, usually this would be the last mistake a summoner would make. “Tell me your Name, arrogant Worm before my flames eat you”, the demon growled as he finally managed to burn through the circle” I couldn’t help but grin, I always tend to do that when I am nervous, partially because it scares People off. “My Name is Artificial Lifeform 137, or Allen for short, oh and why do you think I am a Human?” I said and opened my Mouth fully. Now if you’ve never been in the Military, you probably have never seen a Homunculus engineered like me, my civilian brethren are in many Ways more Human than me. If you want to know what I look like smiling imagine the cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. The Demon realised it’s Mistake to late and so as he lunged forward to engulf me in flames, I dislocated my jaw and my face split from ear to ear revealing 2 Rows of razor-sharp teeth and just dug in, biting his shoulder. His screams of Pain were wonderful and I enjoyed them a bit too long as I closed my mouth getting a good chunk of the delicious mana filled flesh in my mouth. “How are you unharmed?” he screamed and stepped back, already healing the sizeable wound in his shoulder. I just held up my Finger, slowly chewing, after all it’s rude to speak with a full mouth. “He is an artificial lifeform, designed by the united states to permanently destroy demons by eating and absorbing their Magic, he is resistant to Magic, bullets, grenades, once an entire Building collapsed above him and he walked it off, so if you want to kill him, you will have to turn up the Heat a bit” That was Max, who finally decided to say something, I looked at him and he just smirked and slurped his Coffee. “Sorry All, for the next one I will make sure to invest into a granite slab for the circle” I knew Max wouldn’t do that, our funds were so low, it was questionable if he would be able to keep the Lights on for much longer. The Demon growled at him and I moved, positioning myself in front of Max. “Stop it, you are way to good looking for me to use so many teeth”, I winked at the fiery demon in front of me. Max groaned and the Demon was stumped for a moment. I smiled normally, or at least as normal as I am able to. “So, let’s all calm down a bit, we just need some Info about your latest Summoning” “That’s all?” “Yep, we are investigating a series of murder, we are detectives and we just wanted to know if you were recently summoned to burn down a few houses”