The chalk stained her floorboards, creating a grating sound. She drew three circles, two for the outer shell of her spell, and another to contain the main points for a special part of the magic circle.
The small bluenette wiped the sweat from her forehead, looking at her work. She drew on her floor boards, a hexagon contained in two perfect circles, with runes cascading in strategic spaces. She was nearly finished.
The small girl stepped into the circle, and lit the candles at the points of the hexagon. The final part, was a spell.
She prepared herself.. She WILL get what she wants. She started the chant.
"Magic forces dark and light..." The young girl shook as she said the spell, as if knowing this might not end as well as she wanted.
"Reaching out through space and light.." The ground trembled, and so did the girl. But she didn't stop, knowing their were harsh punishments for those who started without a proper finish.
"He be far, or he be near.." The lights of her house flickered, and her energy drained. Her body wobbled, almost causing her to fall out of the circle.
"Bring me the daemon Satan, here!" The house stilled, and her body felt paralyzed. Did she do something wrong with the spell? Letting out a sign, she started to unlight the candle in her hand.
"Even Satan doesn't want to deal with me.. What a wuss.." And with that the candles fire shot up, causing the girl to step back and instantly regret what she said. Smoke filled her room, and the girl struggled to move her feet. It was as if someone glued her shoes to the ground. The girl looked around frantically, hoping to find where he was.
A dark chuckle emanated from behind her, and she turned her head to look at the beast in her dorm.
Its eyes, red like puddles of blood and seemingly filled with barley contained rage and amusement. His body, tanned as if he was well seasoned, but in some places completely burnt off. His muscles were well defined, and he seemed not to be shy about his body, as he wore scraps of clothing, covering important bits of his body, but sadly for her, not enough. He had no eyebrows, but in place of them, he had metal studs. Three on each brow, not just his brows either. Two on each side of his nose, five on each ear, two on his chin, four large ones on his lower arms, nipple rings, belly button, you name it he had it.
Looking for me.. Shorty? A dark gravely voice seemed to penetrate her soul. His lips never moved, but instead chose to hold a smirk.
The young girl held his stare, and the daemon cocked his head as if amused.
You aren't going to answer me then? He stepped closer, and wrapped a hand around her wrist. Small glowing numerals flashed.
"So you aren't dying.. What did you summon me for?" He spoke with his mouth, showing off his sharpened teeth, and kept hold on her small wrist, running his pointer finger along the pulse she had and turned his attention back to her.
Her eyes widened, and she stumbled on her words. His impatience was getting to him, causing the objects around the room to start circling the two.
"Ummm. I-i-i-i just.. Y'know..." He pulled roughly against her arm, gaining a small squeal.
"Hurry up little girl." He let out a snarl, and pulled her arm to give a point.
"I don't have time for this!" He pulled her closer to his face. making her whimper, but she finally worked up enough nerves to ask him.
"I want to be your friend!"
At this he gave pause. Looked her in the eyes to see, complete and utter honesty. Never in his whole existence had he ever been asked this- and hes existed for quite a while. He let her arm go, and quietly moved his way to a recliner that fit him.
"Seems we have a lot to talk about then." He used his energy to put the objects of her home back to where he got them. "But first gimme yer arm."
The girl did as told, and he held his energy in a small symbol, that looked to any passer-byer to be a slightly offset heart. In reality its a faery. The girl held her arm up to look at it and set her questioning eyes on him.
"Its meant to keep me here, for a contract. Were gunna need one. I'll help clean up." He snapped his fingers, and the chalk and candles disappeared. When the girl looked back the daemon was fully dressed now. (Much to her relief)
"So, you said you wanted me to be your friend. How do you suppose this will work?"
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