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 Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 9:59 pm
They were in the basement.
The basement.
There was so much irony and B-rated horror movie cliche here that the carrot-top kit had a brow raised high and uncertain as he padded down the creaky wooden stairs from the hall down into the oddly bright room. Lit by candles. Everywhere. Alters with black cloth splayed atop them, wax dribbling down onto the textile and polished wood surface. Spider webs hung from the unfinished ceiling, wooden planks sporting insulation between them also nests of the eight legged creatures. A circle made of ash sat in the center of the room, charcoal blazing ominously from atop the cobbled stone floor in the shape of runes. Why was a basement floor cobbled stone? He had no clue, but suspected his father had a hand in this, as he and his sister were lead around the circle and instructed between giddy whistled tunes not to touch it.
Gliding his eyes over the symbols, a few made sense to him from his time pouring over books from the elder demon's collection. A collection that was beginning to find a new home in Asmodeus' room. A collection that was becoming all the more useful in his daily life, never mind the various lessons Beelzebub liked to conduct for his children in utilizing and controlling their powers.
Today's lesson?
"Father, does mother know you plan to do this?"
The demonic male gave a larger than normal grin to his son, fangs pearly and the shadows cast by the flickering lights cutting his face into a grotesque mask. "Your mom knows I'm teaching you kids how to use some more spells from this grimoire I just received from an associate of mine." His voice grew sickly sweet as he continued, "Why would I ever keep anything like that from her~?"
Deus gave a light snort, though his eyes were trained mainly on the large leather bound book set up on a particularly large alter at the base of the ash and charcoal circle. Cracked pages and dark ink were all he personally cared for at the moment, anxious to get his paws on the tomb and devour its knowledge. What new spells? What relics did it describe? What other demons, warlocks, powerful creatures did its pages speak of? He was almost more interested in that than the actual lesson.
Almost.
"She doesn't know you're teaching us how to summon something, does she?" His voice was monotone, blunt, and his father did nothing but skip ahead a few steps so he could plop himself on his rump in front of the great book. As Asmodeus drew up along side his father, head peeking over the edge of the large alter to take in the words on the pages already open to, he couldn't help but wonder if his mother really did know what they were up to.
He wouldn't put it beneath her, that's for sure.
Beelzebub just laughed. "Now, this particular volume of the Key of Solomon is wonderful in terms of finding stolen items, or becoming invisible-" He paused to wink at his daughter. "- or gain someone's favor and even love." He motioned them to gaze upon one particular page before them with sweeping paws. "Conjurations, invocations~ Even means to summon spirits of the dead and demons can be found here. Such as this particular one." Beelzebub gave a small shrug, smiling oh so happily. "Of course, all are bound to the will of the book's operator."
It was here Asmodeus' bat ears flicked, eying his father before looking again to the page. Summon a spirit or demon... and control it.
That was the day's lesson. To say he was excited would be quite the understatement.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 11:28 pm
He'd been here god's only knew how long, his body and soul doomed to burn forever in this pit. It was an atrocious pain, like being submerged in the flames of the sun, lashed down and unable to even scream out some of the pain.
His broken lungs scrambled for air but all the pulled in, all they ever managed to pull in. was sulfur and flames.
He'd given up the fighting long ago, time ticked on in the world of the living, but not here ... no never here. No night and day .. no hours, minutes, or seconds marked the passing of eternities here. It all bleed into each other. Another new torture some foul beast thought up, more blood spilled .. yet no matter how much stained the ground bellow he would never die .. never know the comfort of sleep without this torture.
He prepared for yet another round, when the scolding blinds started to dissipate.
What new bullsh-t was this?
He would have snarled if not for wire holding his fleshless jaws together.
This had to be a test, and he didn't dare move for the tortures that could follow if he did. Instead he looked around, his eyeless sockets still managing to see hell quiet clearly.
It was to his horror, in a flash it was all gone, the world was cool, damp and dark except for some small lights flickering in front of his closed eyes.
The ghoul felt the strong urge to shake himself, but what point was their to that? Send body parts flying to god knows what corner of the room?
This must be some new torture, yes, give the wretched soul some thought of comfort then rip it away again. Vile creatures, he would have his revenge on them all one day. He stood there for the longest time, eyes closed and waiting for the comforting cool air to heat up once more, but it never happened.
Finally he opened his eyes and blinked looking aorund the dark basement.
He looked around eyes scanning them room, and finally towards the two figures. White orbs fell on Asmodeus first and he felt the hackles of his ghostly fur .... WHAT how the sh-t had this happened? His head snapped aorund to peer at himself, his sleek black coat was gone and now they'd even robbed him of his bones! Well f--ck them all!
He continued his mental rant until another presence tugged at his mind, and his head whipped around to stare at Beezlebub.
His hackles really rose now, the other was just a baby .. as much a she wouldn't mind ridding the world of the demon he could not kill a baby .. but this one was full grown, he would bide his time until the right opportunity presented itself then ... his train of thought cut off instantly before he could imagine the demon's.
Gods d----it! Of course he would be cursed to be bound to this thing.
The afterlife was just as a much of a beach as life had been..
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 7:40 pm
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