Aeron flipped another page of her grimoire, sighing deeply. Her eyes scanned the intricate arcane symbols, a bored expression on her face. She had already completed memorizing this grimoire already. And she had just acquired it a little over a month ago. All that meant was that she would have to go and kill another witch for hers. Another sigh escaped past her lips, and she shut the book firmly. Next time she would have to choose a witch with powerful and different spells. The last two she had acquired were basic and simple, with almost nothing interesting in them. In the one she had secreted in her summoning room, that one had a very interesting spell she was itching to try out. And she would be able to do so tonight since it would be a full moon.
A smile lit up her face, and she stood, impatient to get started. The spell would take quite a while to prepare and she had to be sure to be done as soon as the moon rose high into the sky. She went into her small kitchen, and tapped out a pattern with the heel of her boot. Slowly a passageway formed, with stairs leading down into blackness came to form. When she strode down those stairs, the floor, now above her sealed itself, looking as if it had never been there.
Torches lit ahead of her, and Aeron, smiled. She thought of the room she wanted, and son a door appeared before her. She opened it and strode inside of it. Most of the floor was covered in a thick layer of sorcerer sand. It was very rare, and extremely costly. She had spent a great deal of time collecting that much sand, in preparation for this spell. Candles surrounded the outer border of the sand, all a deep black. There were five candles the color of freshly spilled blood at different points. In your mind if you drew lines it would form a pentagram. She would need to keep those in mind.
Aeron went to a small table, off in the corner, and pulled open a drawer. She pulled out a huge piece of vellum, and a quill with an abnormal color. The feather was also the color of blood, with black streaks in it's pattern. It needed no ink, writing in the blood of her familiar, who she had it attuned to. Admittedly this spell would probably drain her familiar of life, but it wasn't so hard to find a new one. Especially not if this spell worked.
She bent over the vellum, and sprinkled just the tiniest bit of the sorcerer's sand upon it, attuning it to the massive amount of it on her floor. Slowly, she began to draw the patterns and arcane symbols onto the vellum, and they appeared onto the sand. She had to focus, to make sure she had drawn every symbol in the proper order, as well as the place, otherwise the spell could become catastrophic.
Sweat beaded and dripped down her brow. Her hazel eyes were narrowed in concentration. When she reached a certain set of symbols Aeron began to chant in a soft voice, "Domine Satanus, gratia tua, da mihi obsecro in animo concipi potest velle et facere id, quod fecerit, quo finem consequuntur, te auxiliante, Potens Satan: Qui tecum unum verum Deum, et regnas in saecula saeculorum. Abaasy ostendere coram, quo te rogo ut mihi responderet veritatis et fidei, sequi cuperet, ut finem, oportet munere. Hoc reverenter et humiliter petieritis in nomine tuo, Domine Satanus, ut dignum me putes, Pater."
Over and over she chanted it. The air thickened and swirled with her power. The symbols she had already drawn glowed an eerie red light. The sand pulsed with power, but not a grain moved out of place. She continued to draw and chant, mesmerized by her task. Once the last run was drawn, the torched went out, and all of the candles surrounding the sand lit. Aeron turned, continuing her chant, this time in a louder voice. She pulled a knife from her waist, and slid it down her palm, cutting it deeply enough so blood welled up immediately. She flung her hand forward, letting the blood fleck into the circle.
Light pierced her eyes, forcing them to shut in pain. She felt the power magnify, and Aeron crumpled to her knees. Screams and wails of agony filled the room, none of which came from her. The floor cracked open, the sand started to shrivel and blacken. A figure rose up, surrounded by a veil of darkness, and all of the candles except the red ones went out. Her eyes opened and she looked up, the look of excitement suddenly wiped from her face, replaced by a look of horror. She wasn't looking at the demon Abaasy. She was staring at the pale beauty of a vampire.
The color drained from her face, and Aeron bit her lower lip. She quickly looked down at the sand, hoping that the symbols of confinement hadn't been burned away, so he could be contained. To not be a threat to her. Her heart fell, and terror seized her. The containment spell was gone. Aeron took a step back, and the eyes of the vampire snapped open, looking directly at her. A scream welled up in her throat, and balls of fire appeared in her hands. She didn't make a move, not until the vampire moved.