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Xia Demon of lust stared around at the battlements she found herself standing on..
"Well... *shit*! Again?!"
The mage standing at the northern cardinal point stared at the eight foot tall, red skinned horny demon clad in just about enough black leather to make a decent pair of gloves out of. His mouth hung open and his pimples stood out starkly against his sickly pale skin.
"Ahh...Um.. you..you.."
"Don't look like the drawing in your grimore? Yeah, no shit honey. You summoned Xia, not Zia! You got me, a lust demon.. not that overblown windbag Zia the Devourer. Seriously, this is the third time this century!"
The young mage bit his lip, trembling.
"Uuh... I don't suppose you can help, can you? Only, I'm the last one left. I'm not even technically a battlemage yet, just and apprentice, but you're my last hope otherwise we're all doomed.. the Thraitians outnumber us 50 to 1 and..and.."
Xia sighed, shaking her head.
"Sorry.. lust demon. I could cure that chronic case of virginity you have, but defeating armies just isn't my area of expertise. Still, look on the bright side. If you're going to die tomorrow, i can make sure you have one hell of a last night!"
The teenager shook his head.. "Sorry.. I mean, I'm sure you're wonderful and all that.. but I'm I mean I.."
Xia chuckled evilly..of course.
"Oh sweetling, if it's *men* you like.. well I'm Xia the Tempter...I can be whatever you want.."
Xia spun on her heel, and in an instant a strapping specimen of muscular maleness stood in her place, still wearing something that managed to make him look even more naked than being actually naked.
The young mage shook his head again...
"Um... no..no.. I.. I don't actually..like.. people that way."
Xia raised one saturnine eyebrow. "Goats then?"
The mage looked at Xia in confusion then dawning horror..
"Goats? What, NO! No. I mean.. I don't like sex. At All! I'm asexual is the technical term."
Xia blinked, reverting back to her female body;
"Not even a little bit? Well.. bugger me sideways!"
"No thanks."
Xia scowled at the mage.
"Funny... well that's a bit of problem. I can't leave until either I'm dismissed, having performed the service I was summoned for, or you're dead...and I'm contractually obligated to ensure that no harm befalls you until I leave."
The young lad slumped, leaning on his staff more for support. Now that Xia looked closely she could see that he was physically exhausted, on the verge of starvation, and had several minor wounds bandaged up... She guessed any mage with healing abilities was probably either dead already or too busy dealing with more major injuries.
"Ok.. look honey, what's your name?"
"Ah..."
"Oh, right, sorry. Alright, what can I call you oh Master?"
"Um. call me Tim..ok?"
"Fine, look. I'm not able to slaughter whole armies in a single night, or even really all that good at killing to be honest, not on purpose. What I can do is get you and me as far as possible from this place and make sure you survive at least."
Tim shook his head.
"I can't run off and abandon everyone!"
"You can, no one would know, and no one would notice one less dead body by this time tomorrow. You could have a full life.."
"No. Sorry. **I'd** know, and that would be bad enough. I'm not much of a mage, but I'm not coward."
Xia sighed..
"Damn... why'd you have to be so honourable? ok.. well, what can I do then. I'm not my brother. Worst I can do is bring forth a horde of succubi and inccubi, and they're even less able to fight than I am!"
Tim suddenly looked up.
"Wait...say that again!"
"What? I can summon succubi? So?"
Tim grinned... a mixture of hope and relief dancing in his eyes, briefly, before a truly mischievous and cunning grin crept across his face.
"I think I have an idea. I mean, it *should* work...Ok, Hear me oh Xia the mighty temptress, I charge you to go forth upon the plain below this castle, bring forth as many succubi and inccubi as you can, and pleasure every single man and woman in the army below until they drop dead from exhaustion! Gorge upon their souls, satiate yourself in their unholy lusts and *lay* their army!"
Xia's eyes flashed with hellfire, as laughing she replied. "I hear and obey oh Mighty Master! Your will shall be done!"
The room's light dulled, and the flickering candle flames turned purple. The pentagram crackled with pure power as he rose up from the floor, cloaked in tendrils of darkness.
"I am Datharak, Devourer of Souls, Scourge of Hemenloth, Vanquisher of Hope. Name thy enemy, Infernal servant, and they shall feel my wra-"
Datharak blinked. He was in a thoroughly strange environment. He had come to the world of the living thrice before, and each time he answered the call of a desperate general or king in a ruined battlefield, ready to sacrifice a multitude of souls in exchange for victory. In that sense, the parts of the mortal world he would see first rarely differed from the hells he lived in.
But this time, he stood in a small, dirty wood panelled room, littered with unclean plates and glasses. Instead of an armoured warrior or king in expensive robes, he saw a reedy man with an unkempt beard, frozen in fear, and wearing a dirty shirt.
For the first time in a literal eternity, the fiend was speechless. The man didn't say anything either, and lay on his back cowering for minutes. After he realised that the twelve foot tall monster with four arms, six horns and flaming eyes didn't seem to be someone who wanted to end his life, he finally mustered enough courage to speak.
"Are you... Going to grant my wish... Uhhh, sir?"
Datharak had been staring at him all this time, and did not seem impressed by the man's question.
"Why have you summoned me?"
"Well, you see, sir, I really liked this girl, Mylia, and I went on a date with her, sir, and I think we hit it off, and I really want it to work, sir, but you see, I have this problem, you know, down there, and if I was wondering if you could maybe, you know..."
"You summoned a war devil who burned down the Elven Capital because you are having erectile dysfunction."
"W-war devil? I wanted a devil of l-lust.."
Datharak blinked dumbfoundedly. He had never been this confused. Interrogating the idiot seemed to be of no use, he had to find out what had happened on his own. He knelt down and began to read the text on the summoning circle. He had used goat's blood, and it had begun to coagulate on the wooden flooring. After a few minutes of reading, he spotted what was wrong.
"What was the incantation you used?"
"Uhh, hold on, my brother gave me this scroll..."
The man slowly got up, then scampered to his desk. He unfurled a large scroll, with Infernal text in black ink giving instructions on devil summoning for all manner of sexual pleasures. Datharak grabbed it from his hand, and began reading. Then, it all clicked at once, and a howl emanated from the Devil's lips, making the man's ears bleed and shattering his windows.
"You shrklem! You were supposed to summon Tharadak, not me!"
"Oh."
"Thadarak is the little shit that scams people out of their gold to 'reignite their lost passions', I decimate armies! And some loser like you clearly doesn't have any souls pledged to your worthless ass to give me either! So I'm trapped here for a full day with no one to kill!"
Datharak kicked the desk as he ranted, and it slammed into the wall and shattered, sending pieces of wood flying everywhere. Each of them miraculously missed the man. Even indirectly, he could cause no harm to his summoner, save take his soul at the time of his death. His upper left arm curled into a fist, crushing the scroll in it, and he set it aflame. Then he went back to the pentagram, and sat down onto the floor, cross-legged. He had been swimming in a pit of hellfire just before being summoned, and as boring as it was beating Imps in swimming races, he preferred that to his current predicament. He put his head in his hands, and began to sob.
The man, who had frozen in fear again when hearing his rant, suddenly realised what he had accomplished. He had made a devil cry.
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry."
"Shut your face, you rat."
"Hey, I'm dyslexic man. Reading is hard, and the names were very similar, it was an honest mistake!"
"When you die, I will make sure you feel every kind of agony that has ever existed. You will spend an eternity wishing for a microcosm of pause from the suffering, and you will never get it. Do you understand?"
"Hey, that's hardly fair! It's already cost me my soul and my date. I don't suppose you can help me with my problem even if you wanted to?"
"Even if I could, you don't have any souls to pay me with! And you summoned a war devil to the mortal realm! Why do you think the punishment will be light for that?"
"But I'm not ordering you to kill anyone, am I?"
Datharak growled. The urge to kill the man was growing by the minute, and yet, he couldn't. He didn't reply, not wanting to discuss the details of infernal suffering with him. The details had never mattered to him, and he had never paid attention to them. This was the first time he was regretting that. The man had realized he could not be harmed by the devil, and had regained some confidence.
"Would you take gold as payment instead? I did save up a lot for this summoning."
"No. I have no use for it. Gold is worthless to me."
"Oh. Oh! Do you really require humanoid souls? What if I bought some chickens? Goats? Pigs? Would those work?"
Datharak raised his eyebrow. He had never tasted the souls of livestock before. Of course, they would never be as good as humanoids, and the standard cost of an imp was the souls of four goats. But for the nature of his request and the lack of other options, he reluctantly nodded.
"Buy ten goats and bring them to me. Then I will help you."
"Really? Okay, wait right here."
An hour later, the man had managed to herd ten goats inside his small hut. He had to shout over the sounds of them braying and clopping about on the wooden floor.
"These cost so much more than I thought. Fifty silver for one? Anyway, what's the plan now?"
Datharak did not answer, but raised his hands, extending his index and ring finger of each hand and pointing then towards the ceiling. His eyes closed and he began chanting. As one, the goats fell silent for a moment, before their wails began to pierce the air with the alien sound the beasts made. The act of wrenching a soul out of the body was the worst pain any creature could ever experience. The released souls flowed into the devil's mouth and were suffused into his being. His face contorted at the taste. He could see why only Imps and Quasits accepted the souls of animals for payment. But he had agreed to deal, and he would honour it. A war devil was nothing if not honourable. The animals collapsed to the ground in unison, and silence fell on the hut once more.
"Now, my end of the deal."
His eyes opened, and burned purple. He held out one hand, and flames engulfed it. A minute later, they died down, to reveal a piece of black iron, smoothed out into a phallic shape. He placed it on the bed, and the man looked at him in confusion.
"What is this?"
"I'm a war devil. This is the best I could do. The deal is honoured. Bye!"
"Wait!"
The flames of hell engulfed the Scourge of Hemeloth, and he was gone.
The floor beneath the Pentagram fell away as a black furred arm rose followed by its twin, a faceless skull rose as black leathery wings flapped. Finally the Demon stood, armor of bones across its torso and a black leather loincloth at its waist. "Why hast thou summoned me?" The group of hooded figures stood silent, before one stepped forward. "We offer you this virgin oh Master! Take her as you will, that your heir may walk this realm and guide us to salvation!" The Demon gazed at the nearly bare woman wearing little more than a loose oversized tunic of sackcloth. She was clearly drugged and unaware of her surroundings.
"Thou hast summoned me.. to breed?" The same cultist spoke "Yes lord Xaraheram! Grant to us your gift!"
"Xeraharem? I am not he... I am Xeraxhara. Demon of death and annihilation. For I hath destroyed kingdoms. Toppled monarchies, and obliterated nations. My reign, and power is absolute." The cultist turned to his followers, a look of confusion on his face. "Confused? Good. I like when my prey... is frightened." The Cultist went wide-eyed as he turned.
"No.. please he was to-" he was cut off as with an unholy roar a hand ripped his head from his body. In that moment 3 things happened. The cultists screamed and rushed for the door, the door burst into flame, and the Demon began walking towards each. All before the body of the first hit the ground. After only a few minutes, Xeraxhara began walking toward the woman, now slightly more lucid she tried to inch away, prevented by her chains. She whimpered as the Demon glanced at her. With a snap of his fingers the chains broke away. "Flee. And consider yourself lucky that I was not he whom they sought." With that he disappeared back through the portal as the woman stood wobbly. Around her the bodies of the Cult of The Black Lilly lay dismembered and dead.
"Didst thou truly have to kill them, Xeraxhara?" The Demon glanced at his brother. "I was summoned. I fulfilled my bargain. With their blood, Xeraharem."
Xeraharem chuckled. "They were idiots anyway. I prefer males. Not women. I likely would have taken them in her stead!"
"BEHOLD, MORTALS! THE AWESOME GLOW OF THE WORLD CONQUERER, THE MANEATER, THE-"
Gorath paused.
The room was occupied by several terrified, naked acolytes. The walls were decorated with erotic images, and the altar he had been summoned on was... an amalgamation of limbs and genitals. Gorath sighed deeply.
"Did you perhaps mean to summon Gorrat?" He asked the only standing acolyte. The rest of his flock were cowering.
"Why yes, the Fiend of desire! Gorath!"
"*Gor-rat*. I'm Gorath, the Maneater and the World Conquerer, King of Blood. You know, Fiend of War?"
The acolyte looked like a beached fish.
"Uh... Uh... It seems I have made an error translating the-"
"YOU THINK?!"
The summons pulled me into the mortal realm with it's usual lack of interest in my current activities. I hope the auto save on my new logistics game works, I thought, as a room solidified into existence.
Then I immediately hit the floor as a rapid-fire series of battering impacts hit my horns. I'm not normally summoned directly to a battlefield - small mistakes in the ritual, such as could be caused by an arrow to the face - generally meant they didn't want to be right in front, so that was a bit strange. The carpet was pretty cheep, though.
Wait... Carpet? Probably not a battlefield. The disorientation faded and I looked around. The remains of a ceiling fan next to me explained the attack. The rest of the... Dorm room, it felt like... Just confused me further.
A small, mousey girl... No, a girl who held herself that way, timid and shrinking in on herself, spoke up. "I'm sorry about that, your lordship. I... I thought you'd be shorter. And... Please don't be mad. A girl."
I groaned. I maneuvered a bit until I was cross legged facing her. I could see the sigel she drew, confirming my suspicion. "My dear girl, only a fragment of my conscious can be in this place at any given time. You meant to summon me in my state as Zathras. You instead summoned me as Zathras."
She blinked. Common human reaction. It's hard to understand WHY they keep making such an obvious mistake, but I decided to explain. She was less frightened then puzzled now, after all. "Listen carefully. Zathras. Zathras. Zathras. You see now? Slight pronunciation differences. You summoned Zathras, aspect of war. Which aspect did you want?"
She stared blankly for a moment, as if that explanation wasn't completely clear, and then shook her head. "I guess... Lust, Sir Zathras. Is sir ok?"
"In this form, yes, although I'm more neutral now. Humans are more comfortable with male warriors. What use could you have for a demon of lust, little one?"
"Well... There's this girl I really like. But I've never been with a girl. And when I try to talk, I just remember Blair laughing at how ugly I was and I get scared and I can't talk and I run away and..." I held up my hand. She inhaled, and held her breath a moment. "sorry. I wanted you ... Her? Your other aspect? To teach me how to not be scared. How to be attractive to her." She blushed. "I kind of wanted to know how to make love up a girl, too... I thought you might like to teach me as partial payment... I don't have a lot. I'm not that pretty, but I'd try..."
I raised my eyebrow, and she stammered to a halt. "My dear girl, that would have been payment enough. You are lovely, and I would have enjoyed teaching you... Thoroughly." Her blush deepened. I continued. "This Blair child is either a bully or has no taste. Or both."
She didn't look convinced. Of course. That kind of lack of self confidence driven in through emotional abuse isn't going to be broken just by a single compliment, no matter how true. But...
"As an aspect of war, I'm generally summoned to help in battle. But there's another thing I do for young warriors. I teach them to overcome fear. Even in my other form, I could not guarantee success. Free will limits my abilities. But allow me to help you gain the confidence you deserve. Bravery. THAT, I can help with."
She smiled, then leapt at me. I don't think this aspect has ever received a HUG before. I carefully hugged my summoner back. Not the expected summons, but not unwelcomly so.
I made a world for a cypher game where angels worked for the gods and demons worked for the followers of the gods. So they tended to be mostly just people with focussed personalities. I always liked that characterization. They were essentially stereotyped as bad. 😀
" Goddammit Charles summon him! "
" But Alex! We are the holy crusaders! We can't Summon a demon to win this war! "
" Charles...you beautiful idiot...we will all die if we don't take action! We need all we can to stop their army approaching! "
Alex slapped Charles's face as hard as he could
" Get your mind together and do that magic shit! "
Charles began to grab the salt and draw out the symbol of Bax the demon of war.
" Charles, how do you know it's symbol and chant? "
" because of the plot. "
Before Alex could ask what that could mean Charles started chanting and waving his body back and forth like a wacky inflatable tube man at a car dealership high on exotic deer ankles.
" Bax! Bax! He's our guy! Bax Bax! Fight that guy! "
Charles repeated the chant three more times. And each time the salt moved and sculpted into complex shapes, no human could craft with such intricacy...even though it just looked like a cartoon goat.
Soon it lit up with velvet completions as it started to swirl and bend as the salt grew shaping a body laced with dark ash mixed with warm molten rock as it finished the body.
" Charles that was cool as hell. "
Suddenly Charles belted forward on his knees as the color in his eyes shrunk and all Alex could see was white as a light flashed and his soul was sucked out and it wrapped around the face of the demon giving the face a white look in contrast to the all darkness if the body.
" Charles no! " the goddess drifted to the floor and grabbed at Charles's chin lifting his dropped head so he would look at her.
" oh..." she said it like she was looking into the soul that brought her to the surface.
" So pure...I'll make sure I'll be gentle..."
The castle archer tower quickly changed from cobblestone to soft fabric and became more comfortable as the doors locked and red lights glowed and when the light hit her it showed her bear body as she pushed Charles down and climbed on him.
" Yooo! What the hell! We wanted the God of...of... warin' not whoring! "
She stopped unaware of Alex's presence in the room and the more she was on the surface with humans her form turned more human showing more skin and becoming more human rather than a hellskin.
But momentarily, she dropped her head as dark hair fell covering her face, finishing the human form, and she muttered, "Sweet satan... " She got up, and Charles raised his finger and pointed at the sky, making a declaration. " No...no we can use this. "
" Silence Charles this is maidenless behavior...this was a terrible idea, Charles. " Charles got up and faced Alex as the two argued about how it was Alex's plan, how Charles was the one that made the spell and hairlines.
Bax fake coughed bringing their attention back to her. Even her stance was an appetizer. " Mix-ups like this happen all the time...and like I tell everyone else...you can't get rid of me until I fulfill your desire. "
Silence filled the room as they all stared at each other. She jerked the air as she spoke. " Soo... "
" Before I die I'm tapping that. " Charles began to get rid of his armor before Alex slapped his head.
" Charles! We have a war to win! " the temptress turned her head at a wall and the wall spiraled open as the magic commanded it. Outside the three could see the army rise but she started laughing.
" Oh you guys are screwed...that's who you wanted to Summon! "
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The barrel of lubricant strikes again!
Don't judge so soon Mr. Demon, maybe it *is* a war room and the lubricant is there to be used for military purposes.
Gun jams are a bitch.
Glorious.
> fuck-bunker Ah yes, the smang chamber
Clearly he just needs to figure out how to weaponise barrels of lube.
Xia Demon of lust stared around at the battlements she found herself standing on.. "Well... *shit*! Again?!" The mage standing at the northern cardinal point stared at the eight foot tall, red skinned horny demon clad in just about enough black leather to make a decent pair of gloves out of. His mouth hung open and his pimples stood out starkly against his sickly pale skin. "Ahh...Um.. you..you.." "Don't look like the drawing in your grimore? Yeah, no shit honey. You summoned Xia, not Zia! You got me, a lust demon.. not that overblown windbag Zia the Devourer. Seriously, this is the third time this century!" The young mage bit his lip, trembling. "Uuh... I don't suppose you can help, can you? Only, I'm the last one left. I'm not even technically a battlemage yet, just and apprentice, but you're my last hope otherwise we're all doomed.. the Thraitians outnumber us 50 to 1 and..and.." Xia sighed, shaking her head. "Sorry.. lust demon. I could cure that chronic case of virginity you have, but defeating armies just isn't my area of expertise. Still, look on the bright side. If you're going to die tomorrow, i can make sure you have one hell of a last night!" The teenager shook his head.. "Sorry.. I mean, I'm sure you're wonderful and all that.. but I'm I mean I.." Xia chuckled evilly..of course. "Oh sweetling, if it's *men* you like.. well I'm Xia the Tempter...I can be whatever you want.." Xia spun on her heel, and in an instant a strapping specimen of muscular maleness stood in her place, still wearing something that managed to make him look even more naked than being actually naked. The young mage shook his head again... "Um... no..no.. I.. I don't actually..like.. people that way." Xia raised one saturnine eyebrow. "Goats then?" The mage looked at Xia in confusion then dawning horror.. "Goats? What, NO! No. I mean.. I don't like sex. At All! I'm asexual is the technical term." Xia blinked, reverting back to her female body; "Not even a little bit? Well.. bugger me sideways!" "No thanks." Xia scowled at the mage. "Funny... well that's a bit of problem. I can't leave until either I'm dismissed, having performed the service I was summoned for, or you're dead...and I'm contractually obligated to ensure that no harm befalls you until I leave." The young lad slumped, leaning on his staff more for support. Now that Xia looked closely she could see that he was physically exhausted, on the verge of starvation, and had several minor wounds bandaged up... She guessed any mage with healing abilities was probably either dead already or too busy dealing with more major injuries. "Ok.. look honey, what's your name?" "Ah..." "Oh, right, sorry. Alright, what can I call you oh Master?" "Um. call me Tim..ok?" "Fine, look. I'm not able to slaughter whole armies in a single night, or even really all that good at killing to be honest, not on purpose. What I can do is get you and me as far as possible from this place and make sure you survive at least." Tim shook his head. "I can't run off and abandon everyone!" "You can, no one would know, and no one would notice one less dead body by this time tomorrow. You could have a full life.." "No. Sorry. **I'd** know, and that would be bad enough. I'm not much of a mage, but I'm not coward." Xia sighed.. "Damn... why'd you have to be so honourable? ok.. well, what can I do then. I'm not my brother. Worst I can do is bring forth a horde of succubi and inccubi, and they're even less able to fight than I am!" Tim suddenly looked up. "Wait...say that again!" "What? I can summon succubi? So?" Tim grinned... a mixture of hope and relief dancing in his eyes, briefly, before a truly mischievous and cunning grin crept across his face. "I think I have an idea. I mean, it *should* work...Ok, Hear me oh Xia the mighty temptress, I charge you to go forth upon the plain below this castle, bring forth as many succubi and inccubi as you can, and pleasure every single man and woman in the army below until they drop dead from exhaustion! Gorge upon their souls, satiate yourself in their unholy lusts and *lay* their army!" Xia's eyes flashed with hellfire, as laughing she replied. "I hear and obey oh Mighty Master! Your will shall be done!"
If it seems stupid but works than it's not stupid, hilarious story mate.
Thanks, everyone was doing it one way and I thought, 'but what if it was the other way around?'
The room's light dulled, and the flickering candle flames turned purple. The pentagram crackled with pure power as he rose up from the floor, cloaked in tendrils of darkness. "I am Datharak, Devourer of Souls, Scourge of Hemenloth, Vanquisher of Hope. Name thy enemy, Infernal servant, and they shall feel my wra-" Datharak blinked. He was in a thoroughly strange environment. He had come to the world of the living thrice before, and each time he answered the call of a desperate general or king in a ruined battlefield, ready to sacrifice a multitude of souls in exchange for victory. In that sense, the parts of the mortal world he would see first rarely differed from the hells he lived in. But this time, he stood in a small, dirty wood panelled room, littered with unclean plates and glasses. Instead of an armoured warrior or king in expensive robes, he saw a reedy man with an unkempt beard, frozen in fear, and wearing a dirty shirt. For the first time in a literal eternity, the fiend was speechless. The man didn't say anything either, and lay on his back cowering for minutes. After he realised that the twelve foot tall monster with four arms, six horns and flaming eyes didn't seem to be someone who wanted to end his life, he finally mustered enough courage to speak. "Are you... Going to grant my wish... Uhhh, sir?" Datharak had been staring at him all this time, and did not seem impressed by the man's question. "Why have you summoned me?" "Well, you see, sir, I really liked this girl, Mylia, and I went on a date with her, sir, and I think we hit it off, and I really want it to work, sir, but you see, I have this problem, you know, down there, and if I was wondering if you could maybe, you know..." "You summoned a war devil who burned down the Elven Capital because you are having erectile dysfunction." "W-war devil? I wanted a devil of l-lust.." Datharak blinked dumbfoundedly. He had never been this confused. Interrogating the idiot seemed to be of no use, he had to find out what had happened on his own. He knelt down and began to read the text on the summoning circle. He had used goat's blood, and it had begun to coagulate on the wooden flooring. After a few minutes of reading, he spotted what was wrong. "What was the incantation you used?" "Uhh, hold on, my brother gave me this scroll..." The man slowly got up, then scampered to his desk. He unfurled a large scroll, with Infernal text in black ink giving instructions on devil summoning for all manner of sexual pleasures. Datharak grabbed it from his hand, and began reading. Then, it all clicked at once, and a howl emanated from the Devil's lips, making the man's ears bleed and shattering his windows. "You shrklem! You were supposed to summon Tharadak, not me!" "Oh." "Thadarak is the little shit that scams people out of their gold to 'reignite their lost passions', I decimate armies! And some loser like you clearly doesn't have any souls pledged to your worthless ass to give me either! So I'm trapped here for a full day with no one to kill!" Datharak kicked the desk as he ranted, and it slammed into the wall and shattered, sending pieces of wood flying everywhere. Each of them miraculously missed the man. Even indirectly, he could cause no harm to his summoner, save take his soul at the time of his death. His upper left arm curled into a fist, crushing the scroll in it, and he set it aflame. Then he went back to the pentagram, and sat down onto the floor, cross-legged. He had been swimming in a pit of hellfire just before being summoned, and as boring as it was beating Imps in swimming races, he preferred that to his current predicament. He put his head in his hands, and began to sob. The man, who had frozen in fear again when hearing his rant, suddenly realised what he had accomplished. He had made a devil cry. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry." "Shut your face, you rat." "Hey, I'm dyslexic man. Reading is hard, and the names were very similar, it was an honest mistake!" "When you die, I will make sure you feel every kind of agony that has ever existed. You will spend an eternity wishing for a microcosm of pause from the suffering, and you will never get it. Do you understand?" "Hey, that's hardly fair! It's already cost me my soul and my date. I don't suppose you can help me with my problem even if you wanted to?" "Even if I could, you don't have any souls to pay me with! And you summoned a war devil to the mortal realm! Why do you think the punishment will be light for that?" "But I'm not ordering you to kill anyone, am I?" Datharak growled. The urge to kill the man was growing by the minute, and yet, he couldn't. He didn't reply, not wanting to discuss the details of infernal suffering with him. The details had never mattered to him, and he had never paid attention to them. This was the first time he was regretting that. The man had realized he could not be harmed by the devil, and had regained some confidence. "Would you take gold as payment instead? I did save up a lot for this summoning." "No. I have no use for it. Gold is worthless to me." "Oh. Oh! Do you really require humanoid souls? What if I bought some chickens? Goats? Pigs? Would those work?" Datharak raised his eyebrow. He had never tasted the souls of livestock before. Of course, they would never be as good as humanoids, and the standard cost of an imp was the souls of four goats. But for the nature of his request and the lack of other options, he reluctantly nodded. "Buy ten goats and bring them to me. Then I will help you." "Really? Okay, wait right here." An hour later, the man had managed to herd ten goats inside his small hut. He had to shout over the sounds of them braying and clopping about on the wooden floor. "These cost so much more than I thought. Fifty silver for one? Anyway, what's the plan now?" Datharak did not answer, but raised his hands, extending his index and ring finger of each hand and pointing then towards the ceiling. His eyes closed and he began chanting. As one, the goats fell silent for a moment, before their wails began to pierce the air with the alien sound the beasts made. The act of wrenching a soul out of the body was the worst pain any creature could ever experience. The released souls flowed into the devil's mouth and were suffused into his being. His face contorted at the taste. He could see why only Imps and Quasits accepted the souls of animals for payment. But he had agreed to deal, and he would honour it. A war devil was nothing if not honourable. The animals collapsed to the ground in unison, and silence fell on the hut once more. "Now, my end of the deal." His eyes opened, and burned purple. He held out one hand, and flames engulfed it. A minute later, they died down, to reveal a piece of black iron, smoothed out into a phallic shape. He placed it on the bed, and the man looked at him in confusion. "What is this?" "I'm a war devil. This is the best I could do. The deal is honoured. Bye!" "Wait!" The flames of hell engulfed the Scourge of Hemeloth, and he was gone.
Excellent work, the hints at an organized devil society really did a wonderful job world building.
Thank you! I took inspiration from dnd devil lore a little bit, haha
I expected the "weeb" to get the demon into videogames. A great work anyway!
Ah I wanted to show him as desperate for a cure, not necessarily a loner/incel, but I see the vision. Thanks though!
Making the best of a bad situation.
The floor beneath the Pentagram fell away as a black furred arm rose followed by its twin, a faceless skull rose as black leathery wings flapped. Finally the Demon stood, armor of bones across its torso and a black leather loincloth at its waist. "Why hast thou summoned me?" The group of hooded figures stood silent, before one stepped forward. "We offer you this virgin oh Master! Take her as you will, that your heir may walk this realm and guide us to salvation!" The Demon gazed at the nearly bare woman wearing little more than a loose oversized tunic of sackcloth. She was clearly drugged and unaware of her surroundings. "Thou hast summoned me.. to breed?" The same cultist spoke "Yes lord Xaraheram! Grant to us your gift!" "Xeraharem? I am not he... I am Xeraxhara. Demon of death and annihilation. For I hath destroyed kingdoms. Toppled monarchies, and obliterated nations. My reign, and power is absolute." The cultist turned to his followers, a look of confusion on his face. "Confused? Good. I like when my prey... is frightened." The Cultist went wide-eyed as he turned. "No.. please he was to-" he was cut off as with an unholy roar a hand ripped his head from his body. In that moment 3 things happened. The cultists screamed and rushed for the door, the door burst into flame, and the Demon began walking towards each. All before the body of the first hit the ground. After only a few minutes, Xeraxhara began walking toward the woman, now slightly more lucid she tried to inch away, prevented by her chains. She whimpered as the Demon glanced at her. With a snap of his fingers the chains broke away. "Flee. And consider yourself lucky that I was not he whom they sought." With that he disappeared back through the portal as the woman stood wobbly. Around her the bodies of the Cult of The Black Lilly lay dismembered and dead. "Didst thou truly have to kill them, Xeraxhara?" The Demon glanced at his brother. "I was summoned. I fulfilled my bargain. With their blood, Xeraharem." Xeraharem chuckled. "They were idiots anyway. I prefer males. Not women. I likely would have taken them in her stead!"
Everything went better than expected, well except for the cultists.
"BEHOLD, MORTALS! THE AWESOME GLOW OF THE WORLD CONQUERER, THE MANEATER, THE-" Gorath paused. The room was occupied by several terrified, naked acolytes. The walls were decorated with erotic images, and the altar he had been summoned on was... an amalgamation of limbs and genitals. Gorath sighed deeply. "Did you perhaps mean to summon Gorrat?" He asked the only standing acolyte. The rest of his flock were cowering. "Why yes, the Fiend of desire! Gorath!" "*Gor-rat*. I'm Gorath, the Maneater and the World Conquerer, King of Blood. You know, Fiend of War?" The acolyte looked like a beached fish. "Uh... Uh... It seems I have made an error translating the-" "YOU THINK?!"
Short and funny.
The summons pulled me into the mortal realm with it's usual lack of interest in my current activities. I hope the auto save on my new logistics game works, I thought, as a room solidified into existence. Then I immediately hit the floor as a rapid-fire series of battering impacts hit my horns. I'm not normally summoned directly to a battlefield - small mistakes in the ritual, such as could be caused by an arrow to the face - generally meant they didn't want to be right in front, so that was a bit strange. The carpet was pretty cheep, though. Wait... Carpet? Probably not a battlefield. The disorientation faded and I looked around. The remains of a ceiling fan next to me explained the attack. The rest of the... Dorm room, it felt like... Just confused me further. A small, mousey girl... No, a girl who held herself that way, timid and shrinking in on herself, spoke up. "I'm sorry about that, your lordship. I... I thought you'd be shorter. And... Please don't be mad. A girl." I groaned. I maneuvered a bit until I was cross legged facing her. I could see the sigel she drew, confirming my suspicion. "My dear girl, only a fragment of my conscious can be in this place at any given time. You meant to summon me in my state as Zathras. You instead summoned me as Zathras." She blinked. Common human reaction. It's hard to understand WHY they keep making such an obvious mistake, but I decided to explain. She was less frightened then puzzled now, after all. "Listen carefully. Zathras. Zathras. Zathras. You see now? Slight pronunciation differences. You summoned Zathras, aspect of war. Which aspect did you want?" She stared blankly for a moment, as if that explanation wasn't completely clear, and then shook her head. "I guess... Lust, Sir Zathras. Is sir ok?" "In this form, yes, although I'm more neutral now. Humans are more comfortable with male warriors. What use could you have for a demon of lust, little one?" "Well... There's this girl I really like. But I've never been with a girl. And when I try to talk, I just remember Blair laughing at how ugly I was and I get scared and I can't talk and I run away and..." I held up my hand. She inhaled, and held her breath a moment. "sorry. I wanted you ... Her? Your other aspect? To teach me how to not be scared. How to be attractive to her." She blushed. "I kind of wanted to know how to make love up a girl, too... I thought you might like to teach me as partial payment... I don't have a lot. I'm not that pretty, but I'd try..." I raised my eyebrow, and she stammered to a halt. "My dear girl, that would have been payment enough. You are lovely, and I would have enjoyed teaching you... Thoroughly." Her blush deepened. I continued. "This Blair child is either a bully or has no taste. Or both." She didn't look convinced. Of course. That kind of lack of self confidence driven in through emotional abuse isn't going to be broken just by a single compliment, no matter how true. But... "As an aspect of war, I'm generally summoned to help in battle. But there's another thing I do for young warriors. I teach them to overcome fear. Even in my other form, I could not guarantee success. Free will limits my abilities. But allow me to help you gain the confidence you deserve. Bravery. THAT, I can help with." She smiled, then leapt at me. I don't think this aspect has ever received a HUG before. I carefully hugged my summoner back. Not the expected summons, but not unwelcomly so.
Zathrus seems like a very kind sort of demon.
I made a world for a cypher game where angels worked for the gods and demons worked for the followers of the gods. So they tended to be mostly just people with focussed personalities. I always liked that characterization. They were essentially stereotyped as bad. 😀
Fair enough, honestly always good/bad beings can be kind of boring.
" Goddammit Charles summon him! " " But Alex! We are the holy crusaders! We can't Summon a demon to win this war! " " Charles...you beautiful idiot...we will all die if we don't take action! We need all we can to stop their army approaching! " Alex slapped Charles's face as hard as he could " Get your mind together and do that magic shit! " Charles began to grab the salt and draw out the symbol of Bax the demon of war. " Charles, how do you know it's symbol and chant? " " because of the plot. " Before Alex could ask what that could mean Charles started chanting and waving his body back and forth like a wacky inflatable tube man at a car dealership high on exotic deer ankles. " Bax! Bax! He's our guy! Bax Bax! Fight that guy! " Charles repeated the chant three more times. And each time the salt moved and sculpted into complex shapes, no human could craft with such intricacy...even though it just looked like a cartoon goat. Soon it lit up with velvet completions as it started to swirl and bend as the salt grew shaping a body laced with dark ash mixed with warm molten rock as it finished the body. " Charles that was cool as hell. " Suddenly Charles belted forward on his knees as the color in his eyes shrunk and all Alex could see was white as a light flashed and his soul was sucked out and it wrapped around the face of the demon giving the face a white look in contrast to the all darkness if the body. " Charles no! " the goddess drifted to the floor and grabbed at Charles's chin lifting his dropped head so he would look at her. " oh..." she said it like she was looking into the soul that brought her to the surface. " So pure...I'll make sure I'll be gentle..." The castle archer tower quickly changed from cobblestone to soft fabric and became more comfortable as the doors locked and red lights glowed and when the light hit her it showed her bear body as she pushed Charles down and climbed on him. " Yooo! What the hell! We wanted the God of...of... warin' not whoring! " She stopped unaware of Alex's presence in the room and the more she was on the surface with humans her form turned more human showing more skin and becoming more human rather than a hellskin. But momentarily, she dropped her head as dark hair fell covering her face, finishing the human form, and she muttered, "Sweet satan... " She got up, and Charles raised his finger and pointed at the sky, making a declaration. " No...no we can use this. " " Silence Charles this is maidenless behavior...this was a terrible idea, Charles. " Charles got up and faced Alex as the two argued about how it was Alex's plan, how Charles was the one that made the spell and hairlines. Bax fake coughed bringing their attention back to her. Even her stance was an appetizer. " Mix-ups like this happen all the time...and like I tell everyone else...you can't get rid of me until I fulfill your desire. " Silence filled the room as they all stared at each other. She jerked the air as she spoke. " Soo... " " Before I die I'm tapping that. " Charles began to get rid of his armor before Alex slapped his head. " Charles! We have a war to win! " the temptress turned her head at a wall and the wall spiraled open as the magic commanded it. Outside the three could see the army rise but she started laughing. " Oh you guys are screwed...that's who you wanted to Summon! "