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Ok – so been a looooong time since have been writing and this has been nagging at the back of my head for some time. You should see the lumps and bruises! So, don't hold back, tell me what you think – Thanks :)

Prologue:

Since the Dark Ages, Summoning demons and making pacts have been a way of life. Summoners are now large organisation called 'The Dark Light Society' and only perform summonings for those with the money to afford them – usually the rich, powerful or corrupt.

Summoners are rare in the world of Callus Nova, so when a new one comes along they are 'recruited' into the ranks … by any means necessary. Only a person who is descended from a mage can become a summoner, which why there are so few … over the years the blood has become diluted and weak. All summoners are different in respects of their summoning prowess – There are 6 ranks within the organisation. Rank one, can summon the most powerful of demons and soul binding contracts – however 'The Dark Light Society' haven't been able to locate one for many centuries and so currently don't have any rank one summoners. Rank two can bring forth slightly human looking demons, aka Succubi, etc, which the society currently have nine of. Then there is rank 6 which can only bring forth mindless, deformed creatures, which are only used for punishment kills – i.e. when someone is sentence to death by execution or for sport.

'The Dark Light Society' have corporate buildings all of Callus Nova, in all four continents. They have at least one of the Rank Two in each building, who makes decisions upon which requests to take up and allow a summoning – but they are ruled by money and usually if the person is willing to pay the price, the summoners will agree to anything.

Demons roaming around with the human which they have made a pact with, are a part of the every day. A Demon can only make a pact by drinking the blood of the intended person they are to be join with until their job is done, having sex with the person or by offering up their soul (by which only a rank one can achieve). Demons can remain in the human world for up to two weeks without making a pact but they under the command of the one summoner until the creature returns to it's domain or a pact is made. Human looking demons are very distinct, due to their yellow cat-like eyes and feral demeanour.

Chapter 1 – Hardships & Surprises

The sound of stumbling feet and the clattering of objects, reverberated throughout the studio apartment. Thomas Gabriel or Gabe as his friends called him, in an extremely drunken and emotional state, had taken it upon himself to set up a hap-hazard attempt at a summoning circle, in his living room. He had recently gotten out of a rather abusive relationship with his long time partner Owen and in his drunken state, thought it was now time for payback. He had suffered years of torment and abuse by Owen's hands and now it was time his ex got to experience the pain Gabe had endured.

In his drunken rage, he figured the only way to exact his revenge was to summon a demon and make a pact. He didn't want Owen dead, oh no, he wanted him to suffer painfully for several days. He wanted his ex-lover to feel his anguish and know what it was like to not be able to do a damn thing about it. Gabe paused momentarily, as the images of what he wanted to demon to do buzzed in his mind – he couldn't help the laughter that rang out from deep within his chest. He looked down at the summoning circle, smiled and took a large gulp from the bottle of vodka in his hand.

The candles flickered, creating ominous dancing shadows around the room. A badly drawn chalk circle lay at Gabe's feet, with a bowl of water in the centre, next to it sat a bowl of salt and in front of them glistened a carving knife. A think layer of salt encircled Gabe, to protect him from whatever came through – at least that was what the book said. He picked up the book from the floor, almost falling over in the process and scrutinised the tiny lettering under the large, overly complex diagram. 'Stupid fucking … how am I meant to understand this when it's so goddamn small!' He mentally screamed. With a shake of his head, he peered over the top of the book and looked at his work. It looked the same as the book … didn't it? Scrunching up his face in annoyance, he threw the book the floor.

"Il'll haff to do." He mumbled to himself. His hazel eyes attempting to focus on the items in the middle of the circle. He grumbled and took another swig of his bottle, the clear liquid hitting the back of his throat a little to heard, making his cough and splutter, almost toppling him to the ground. In a fit of frustration, he threw the bottle against the wall with a loud crash; fragments of glass fell to the floor with most of the liquid, leaving a dark stain on the wall. He swept his blonde fringe from his eyes and attempted to focus on the summoning circle once again, though with the amount of alcohol in his system, he was finding it difficult.

With a frustrated sigh, his eyes wandered down to the blade, his hands instinctively balling into fists. A wicked, crooked smile formed across his thin lips.

"I'm, sho gonna ma .. mak you'll pay." Gabe spat out venomously.

With a great deal of effort, he stumbled into the summoning circle and retrieved the knife, before returning to his original position. He closed his eyes to speak the incantation, but when he wobbled and nearly fell on his arse, he decided he should do it with his eyes open – he didn't want to fall and kill himself. He took a deep, shaky breath and began to recite the words from the book, it took him three attempts to say the phrase correct and on the third try, he had had to read it from the book.

Gabe glared intently at the sharp blade in his right hand. "Now its your turn Owen, to feel what its like to be abused, betrayed and treated like a dog. I'll show you." This is what he wanted to say, unfortunately, it came out more of a garbled tongue twister, that made him stagger where he stood but that didn't stop him from laughing bitterly.

He raised the knife over his left wrist, his eyes ablaze with a combination of fear, pain and cold, drunken determination. Since getting away from Owen, all Gabe had thought about was getting revenge on his ex-partner for what he had been put through. Although Gabe had had two years of therapy to help him cope and get over what had happened to him, the pain was always present. Whenever the memories of his past became too painful, he would drink himself into a stupor. But now … now he would finally get some retribution and then he would never have to think about his past with Owen ever again.

Just as Gabe was about to slice across his wrist, his front door opened bringing with it a chilling breeze that blew out some of the candles around the room. Tyler Morgan sauntered into the house, he raven colour hair, whipping around her face from the wind. With a frustrated moan, Gabe looked up from his wrist and blade, his eyes locking instantly with Tyler's intense cobalt blue ones. He instinctively flinched, when he saw her angry, stark features – she was beyond mad, and he knew it the instant he looked at her. She stood in the doorway with a green and yellow backpack slung over her shoulder; she wore a cream shirt and black baggy trousers.

She stood there for a moment glaring at her male friend; his blond hair a tattered mess on his head, he wore blue stripped shirt open down his chest and ripped stone wash jeans.

"For fuck sake Gabe, not this again." She growled, slamming the door behind her with a loud bang. "How many times are you going to do this to yourself?"

Tyler threw he backpack to the floor with a thud and stalked over to her friend with her hand out. "We've talked about this, how many times now?" Gabe faltered as his friend approached him and swallowed hard against the growing nausea. "Now just give me the knife Gabe and stop being a dick." She sighed, he hand still reaching out towards her startled and confused looking friend.

Gabe hazel eyes held on to hers, as he hesitated on whether to proceed. Yes, okay, he had tried summoning a demon before … several times in fact, but he was sure it would work this time. It had to. His grip tightened on the handle of the knife,

"No! I know it will work this time. It has to!" He yelled, holding back a sob that was forming in his chest.

The pain in his voice tugged at Tyler's heart. Apart from the therapist, she was the only one that knew what Gabe had gone through. Hell, she was the one that managed to stop it and get him out of the damned relationship. Truth be known, she would do anything in the world to get back at that fucking arsehole of an ex-partner but that wasn't possible. She didn't have the money or the power to do something like that and so all she could do was stand by her best friend and help him through it as best she could. Including time like these and these hurt the most.

Tyler knew, no matter how many time Gabe tried to summon a demon and take back what was taken from him, it was never going to happen, which made things worse … for the both of them. Even she knew you needed mage blood running through your veins to be able to successfully summon a demon and the first time he tried and failed, it confirmed Gabe was just your normal, average joe. Honestly, she was almost tempted to let him try again and fail, and then pick up the pieces afterwards. She sighed wearily, she didn't know how much more she could deal with today – she'd already been fired, then her car broke down and she had to walk home in the growing storm. Luckily it hadn't rained.

She pinched the brow of her nose, "Look Gabe, how about we both try this another day when we're both in better moods and you're not so … drunk." She signalled towards the shattered pieces on the floor. When his didn't respond or move, she closed the distance between them very slowly. She reached out her hand tentatively to grasp for the knife and take it out of Gabe's shaky hand.

"No!" He screamed, pulling away from her. "You can't have ish Tye, Ish my onnly shance an' hope to getsh back at 'im an' finiss thish." Tears streamed down his face as he spoke, his eyes solemn and pained.

Tyler was stood there motionless, her heart aching at seeing her friend so down trodden and in pain. He always knew how to pull at her sympathy strings, but she didn't think she could deal how he would react once this was completed and it didn't work. 'God. Why is it only the rich and famous that could afford summoners … sometime normal, average day people need them too." She thought, a flash of regret marring her face. Taking a determined breath, she reached again for the blade, she was not going to go through this any more. This had to stop and today was the day, whether Gabe liked it or not.

"Gabe this is stupid and you know it. Stop tormenting yourself over him, he isn't worth it. He'll get his someday, I'm sure of it but this isn't the way … please Gabe." She kept her voice low, mellow and soothing. His face softened somewhat at her words, giving her time to clench her fingers over his hand. "Every time you do something like this, you hurt yourself all over again and I just can't stand to see you like that. Please Gabe, give me the knife and we'll sit down, have tea and talk things over." She had almost managed to release his grip on the offensive weapon but before she knew what had happened, Gabe pulled away from her with an agonising scream.

Hot molten pain shot through Tyler's hand, as Gabe pulled away from her. The blade had sliced through her hand, spilling blood all over the floor. She winced and stifled a scream, quickly clutching her hand to her chest, staining her cream shirt even more. She began to shiver with shock; she was unable to look down at her hand, dreading what she might find … or not find. But the blood, that she couldn't stop staring at; there was so much. She hated the sight of blood but she just couldn't rip her eyes from the the crimson liquid; she felt bile rise in her stomach. Sucking in staggered breaths to calm herself, he attention was drawn to her friend, who was now on the floor crying his eyes out like a small child.

"Come on Gabe, don't cry. Lets have tea and you patch up my hand." Because the is no way she could afford to go to hospital, not now that she had no job. She grimaced, as she approached her friend, the throbbing in her hand was increasing with all due speed and she needed to stop the blood … soon.

Gabe looked up at his friend, through tear filled eyes and fixed his gaze on crimson fluid running down her hand and arm. He gasped and fumbled to get off the floor to help her out, though he wasn't sure how usefully he would be in his intoxicated state. He kicked the knife across the floor, as he staggered towards his friend.

"I'm sho sorry Tye. Wha' woz I fincking?"

With a struggle, he tore of the sleeve of his shirt and wrapped it tentatively around her palm, noting the damage. It was a deep cut and she was going to need stitches; he hoped there was no permanent damage but he wasn't a doctor. He swallowed back further sobs, as he hugged Tyler close to him, he felt so ashamed of himself. He hadn't intended to hurt his only true friend but he had … in more ways than one. He wasn't sure he was ever going to forgive himself for this, no matter what Ty would say to him.

He pulled her away, to apologise once more; guilt and pain clear in his face. He opened his mouth only to be struck dumb, as the room began to glow an eerie red and yellow colour. They both turned to stare at the cause of the light, there before them was the summoning circle … and it was glowing and growing with power.

A/N : Dun dun dunnnn! What will happen next … you'll have to wait an see. Soz about the cliff hanger …. ain't I evil.

I'll update soon, please R & R :3