The Young Wizard and The Demon King
Author: Wizshan the Bloody Rose
Chapter: 1 ??

Warnings: Character death and graphic description
Beta-reader: IceFireAngel

Summary: [AU. A young wizard tried to summon a low-level demon, but he ended up summoning the Demon King who asked for his soul as the payment of the young wizard's request.

Note: Inspired by a novel by Jonathan Stroud, "The Bartimaeus Trilogy #1: The Amulet of Samarkand.". I hope I can write this fic with more than 10 chapters… Oh, and this fic is dedicated to Mirai Kurosaki (I love 'Papercut' and 'Ballet of Kings and Dolls').I tried to be a bit more descriptive with my fic (thanks to Asagi Tsuki for mentioning that I'm not being descriptive enough). Anyway, this chapter is sort of a prologue.

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CHAPTER 1: THE MEETING

A young wizard drew a pentacle on the wooden floor of his bedroom. He tried to draw it precisely, and yes, it's hard to draw a detailed pentacle with only moonlight illuminating the room.

I should've brought candles, the young wizard said to himself. Yeah, candles are needed for summoning! Why did I forget that? He can feel his hand trembling. A summoning ritual is really dangerous and a slight mistake could kill.

The young wizard swept golden bangs away from his sweaty forehead. Done! He smiled. The pentacle was perfect, no blanks or misspelled ancient writings. Now all he need was fire. The young wizard lowered his cloak, revealing his beautiful flawless face and golden blonde hair.

He stood in the middle of the pentacle and drew a long breath. "Hear me all particle who dwells in flame…" a fireball formed in his hand and spread into tiny flickering flames surrounding the pentacle.

Okay, the candle problem is solved. Now… He can hear his own heart thumping. His hand was still trembling. This is his first time summoning in his entire wizardly life after all, and an unauthorized one at that. But the young wizard was determined to finish what he started.

Closing his eyes in concentration, he began to chant some spells and the pentacle glowed. Satisfied, the young wizard smiled and released the breath he was unconsciously holding. Now the tough part…

"I summon before me a soul from the Mazoku tribe. I am the Wizard of Fire. Obey the order given by your master." His voice was trembling and that wasn't a good sign. The summoning spell must be pronounced as clearly as possible. One little mistake, as I told you before, could lead to death. The young wizard thought that he did everything right, because all small flickering fire around him died and the pentacle began to glow even more, engulfing the young wizard in fire.

However, a sudden chill ran down his spine and out of the pentacle, came two water dragons, encircling him, and the flame engulfing him was gone in an instant. The room didn't go all dark again, because the pentacle started to glow blue. The two water dragons stopped circling the young wizard and now they meshed together creating a human form. The young wizard realized that something had gone wrong. He only intended to call a small weak mazoku (the young wizard only intended to call an imp) that had no special power or human form.

Wait a minute… the young wizard was now conscious of what he had done. Mazoku in a human form…

"Tell me your name, wizard and I might spare your life," a deep cold baritone voice came from the silhouette of the human form.

"I'm… I'm not going to tell you! I am the Wizard of Fire and you… you shall obey my order!" The young wizard trembled even more. He unconsciously stepped back when the dark figure approached him. "I order you to show yourself." He said with a firm tone. If wizards or sorcerers are not confident of their order, the mazoku can easily turn the table and send them into chaos.

"Very well, wizard." The dark figure started to glow blue and reveal his true form. The young wizard froze in his spot, his emerald green eyes glued to the dark black orbs in front of him. He found himself captivated by the human-form mazoku in front of him. It was a young man with shoulder-length jet black hair, a lithe form and regal posture. Before the young wizard realized, the mazoku tugged his wrist and pulled him closer. The young wizard could feel cold breath tickling his ears as the mazoku began to talk, "Tell me your name, beautiful wizard." The mazoku ran his finger down the young wizard's back.

"S-stop it!" The young wizard jerked back and almost fell out of the pentacle. Just a step out of the circle and the mazoku could possess him entirely. The young wizard regained his balance quickly and glared at the mazoku. "I order you to tell me who you are." He said, again, with a confident tone.

The mazoku chuckled. "You summoned me without knowing who I am?" He spun around the pentacle, gazing at the drawings with his enticing black eyes. "Amazing. I never expected that a newbie wizard could summon me."

"Newbie?! I am not a newbie!" the young wizard snapped. He hated it when his pride was crushed. "I studied for more than 70 years and earned the title of an honorable Wizard of Fire! How dare you!"

A smirk formed on the dark mazoku's lips. "Is that so? This pentacle you drew is only strong enough to summon a worthless imp. But it seems that you forgot to cast a barrier, prideful young wizard."

"Ba-barrier?" The young wizard asked in shock. What barrier? I never heard about any barrier in summoning before! Is he lying?

"Yes, young wizard. A simple barrier to prevent any stronger mazoku to interrupt your summoning or a barrier to prevent your darkest heart to summon something you don't want. Don't you know that?" The dark mazoku pulled the young wizard again and began to whisper, "I think someone forgot to teach you that." And as the dark mazoku finished his sentence, he kissed the young wizard's forehead and pierced into his memory.

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"Brother, when can I do my first summoning ritual?" a young boy, who seemed to be around 60 years, with golden hair asked, his emerald eyes sparkling with interest.

"When you're old enough, Wolfram. On your eightieth birthday. I promise." Said a man with grey-black hair His narrow deep blue eyes seemed calm although he knew he would break the promise. "Now, time for your lesson. Tell me all the basic tools of summoning."

Wolfram smiled brightly, "Chalk and candles, or if you don't have candles, you can always use magical fire."

"Very good. Now, draw a simple pentacle on this paper and then tell me all the important things in summoning."

Wolfram began to draw while humming. His brother gazed out of the window. He saw the dark clouds approaching. It was not a rain cloud. Glancing at his younger brother, he can't think anything else. He knew his death was near.

"Here!" Wolfram showed his brother a very well-drawn pentacle with all the details. "First, no walking out of the pentacle. Two, never tell the mazoku your name. Three, always be confident with your order, because even a low-level mazoku can be really sneaky and evil."

Wolfram's brother patted the golden head. "There are four…" Before he could finish his statement, a dark black miasma strangled his neck.

"Brother!" Wolfram tried to help his brother using any spell he remembered but it all failed.

"Wolf. Run." was the only thing that his brother could say before the dark miasma grew bigger and tore him apart. Blood splattered all across the room and Wolfram stood in horror. He screamed and ran. He kept running without thinking where he should go and ended up hiding under the bridge of The Wizard Lake.

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"See? Your brother was trying to tell you about the magic barrier, Wolfram." The mazoku ran his hand on the young wizard's cheek which was soaked with tears. He grinned in victory because he managed to get the young wizard's name.

Wolfram didn't want to remember that horrible memory of his brother's death. He felt like gagging, he wanted to throw up. But he tried to steady his breathing and stop crying before he glared into the dark orbs again, "I ORDER YOU TO..mmph!"

The dark mazoku kissed Wolfram forcefully, strong enough to drive the young wizard crazy. Wolfram didn't fight back or pull away, he simply closed his eyes. His brain told him not to do so but his body just won't move. All he can feel was the dark mazoku's hot lips against his. Hot. Not cold. He felt strong hands trailing his back and abdomen, making him shudder and almost moaned.

The dark mazoku pulled away and smirked again. "Very well, Wolfram. Since you are strong enough to summon me, I shall tell you. I am the Demon King. My name is Yuuri, King of all mazokus."

"The… Demon… King?!" Wolfram sounded breathless. "Impossible!"

"The dark side of your heart has summoned me."

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Note: Just to make things clear, here are some explanations:

Imp a low level creature that is usually summoned by wizards or sorcerers to be their slave.

Wizard male, Sorcerer female

I will be using the term 'mazoku' instead of 'demon'. I just like it that way :D Besides, I'm not talking about devils.

The Pentacle shape that I'm talking about in this fic is a circle with drawings and writings inside it. Watch Cardcaptor Sakura or Fate/Stay Night to see the magic circle and you'll get it :D

I really don't know any sorcery basics so I just made things up or recite from Jonathan Stroud's novel or Harry Potter (yes, HP!)

Wizards and Sorcerers lifespans are longer than ordinary humans. This is something I learn from a J.K Rowling interview. So 60 years old Wolfram would look like a 12 years old boy.

Since Wolfram here is a Wizard of Fire, any type of fire won't harm him.