A/N: This is the sequel to Mind Trap. Hope you enjoy.
(Currently Untitled)
Prologue
He slumbered in darkness. Since his one link with the mortal realm had been severed, his only chance of escape was gone. There was nothing left for him but to slumber in the infinite darkness of his prison.
He had slumbered here since his the sorcerers of Azar had banished him here, since his daughter had fled to Earth. Now she had found a way to sever his influence over her, found a way to close the door forever.
A beam of light pierced the darkness. Briefly the captive wondered if the creator had come for a visit, but this light brought with it no pain of purification. Mundane light cut through the darkness, meaning one thing: A door had been opened.
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A dark form stared at the chalk circle on the ground. It was littered with archaic symbols carefully drawn in, black candles ran around the outermost ring, and a small amount of blood dotted the innermost portions of the fifteen foot wide circle.
The incantations had been completed more than half an hour ago, but nothing had happened yet, no demon had appeared to grant his wish, as his spell book promised. He was about to begin packing his spell materials in defeat when it happened. In the center of the circle, another small red circle appeared. It quickly swelled to fill the whole summoning circle, a swirling red maelstrom of red and black.
"It's working? It's working!" He began to practically dance around the circle in joy as a huge form began to climb out of the circle. "I've done it! I've summoned a demon!"
Abruptly the red energy vanished, leaving behind a huge form crouching in the circle. It was over eight feet tall and had four glowing red eyes. Horns, like antlers, stood up from his head, and long claws came from each red finger. It stood to its full height and stretched its arms high over its head, "TRIGON HAS COME!" It's earsplitting roar shook the windows of the abandoned warehouse.
"Yes, yes, you are here. You must grant me a wish."
The demon looked down at the robed human before him. His eyes narrowed at it, "What?"
"I have summoned you, you are trapped within my summoning circle, you must grant my wish before you leave."
Trigon turned to stare down at the chalk lines around him, "You have trapped me in the circle?"
"Yes."
Trigon seemed to consider this for a moment before he began to laugh. After he had brought himself back under control, he looked down at the now frightened sorcerer. With almost a flourish he stepped forward, leaving the ring of chalk. "You have made a grave error, mortal."