The Summoning
#1 of The Summoning
The summoning
By GrayLocke
2006
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Magic came back into the world, not like a big bang but like a soft breeze, slowly people began to develop magical skills that once their unknown ancestors did. Others though, became the magical beings their blood heritage guarded within.
Of course, this was not without consequences. Witch hunts began, the self righteous and the repressive religions used this as an excuse to commit ethnic cleansing once they found out that there was no magic within their faiths but there was magic within their hells.
People who were blessed with a powerful gift and cursed with a self-righteous attitude that only came from strict Monotheist rearing did most of the damage. These imbeciles slaughtered whoever was against their beliefs or those who were living proof that they could be happy without worshiping their God.
Thankfully there were those equally powerful who rose and kept the thin balance. No nation was stupid enough to tilt that balance; unless of course the incident where a South American nation lost half its population in the most obvious Kissinger style, not surprisingly the USA denied it.
These were trying times but, all over the world a small group of people were blessed with the power of nature, a power that ultimately linked them to Mother Earth and you could say that a new crop of minor deities were created.
They were capable of raising the quality of crops; to bring a small rain shower to placate the thirsty land, lessen the effects of plagues and disease among farm animals.
This would sound idyllic until they began to behave like deities; spoiled and frivolous with the tribute they demanded in order to perform.
Some accepted that as normal Godly behavior but of course, this backfired on some who were portrayed as devils.
Me? I kept a very low profile because if there's one thing I hate is an army of hypocritical ass kissers; I can't hide what I posses but I can regulate the flow of power so I pretend that I have too little for the really fat ones to care.
The trip back to my apartment was rather quiet except for the rattling of the subway train; the wagon was quite lonely except for me and a homeless guy sleeping on the opposite side.
I had my eyes closed and my mp3 player with the volume set at the maximum volume possible, but even then the voices in my head would seep through the heavy notes. Lately I've been wondering if it's a chemical imbalance or that someone is really whispering into my ears in order to drive me crazy.
A foul smell and a tug on my coat made me open my eyes. The homeless man had a desperate look on his face and was saying something but I couldn't hear him.
He pulled my earphones and screamed "...learer! Can you hear them?! They're summoning me!" His eyes began to water. "Please, my family is in heaven and they won't let me in if I become that..." His face was full of revulsion, "...That monster!" He looked at his hands, the veins on the back of his hands began to bulge, "My humanity won't survive another summon! Please take this away from me!" He held my coat with fear; "I know you are the most powerful one, please!"
I looked at him rather shocked and confused. The most powerful one? "I don't know what you're talking about;" I said to him, "I'm not even as good as average."
"Please don't lie, please help me," His face grimaced as he suddenly pressed his left hand on his chest; the homeless man was having a heart attack. "There's only one God and that's the Lor...." Were his last words when he stepped back, a circle of light appeared on the floor surrounding him and the man was gone.
I looked around me to see if anyone had seen it but I was the probably the only one, not even the cameras were working.
It was 9:00 PM when it happened; 30 minutes later the same circle appeared but instead of the senile homeless man, this big and hunky red haired man popped in front of me. He had a very nice built on his body, not too gargantuan but way above middleweight class and his body was covered in red hair all over it.
"Is this form pleasing you?" He said.
I sputtered, "What?"
He closed his eyes and nothing happened, "The man I was is truly gone." His voice felt with a bit of pain.
"What was all that show of lights and despair?" I asked him.
"Do you know what I am?"
"Er... No."
"Don't insult my intelligence. You shine with a light that could blind the sun."
"What? Me? No!" I was in disbelief; am I that powerful or was he just humoring me?
"Yes you are, you hide your light to a bare minimum but those of us who feed on the light of others can see that even through the darkness you pretend to hide."
"So what do you want from me?" I asked him, "You're a sex demon. You can get anything you want if you fondle the right person."
He looked at me with a longing face, "The man I used to be is no more but the feelings remain, I need a place to stay and sort out this emptiness now that he's gone."
"Hmm... Well, now that you put it that way; my roommate just left the apartment, if you can pay your share of the rent it'll be fine by me."
A door opened and interrupted the conversation, a cop padded in front of us; he was definitively not the image you see on gay sites. This one was more of the stereotypical one; fat, balding and sporting a graying moustache.
"The hell are you two doing?" He asked, the cop staring at the red haired incubus, the two staring at each other for a few seconds.
Then the demon looked at him pleadingly, "Please help me, I was summoned some time ago and I just popped here and I don't know where am I..." There was definitively something wrong with this image as the cop looked at him suspiciously, their eyes meeting.
"Well..." The cop said, his voice trailing a bit, "Are you okay son?" There was definitively something wrong, I noticed a slight slurring sound and the smell of arousal was floating in the air, "Tell me you name."
"I am Roy," His voice was imposing; then suddenly Roy collapsed in front of the officer who caught him before he fell onto the floor.
I squinted my eyes a bit, noticing Roy's aura, noticing the sparks his fingertips made as he tried to touch the officer's skin through the fabric.
"Easy, easy boy." Said the cop, when Roy's fingers finally touched the skin of his arm; I bit my lower lip knowing well what was about to come. The old man's nostrils flared, his pupils dilated, the texture of his skin changed racially as the muscles under each hair cringed and goose bumps crawled all over the visible skin.
"What did they do to you boy?" It sounded funny since the two seemed just a few years distant; there was definitively a lustful tone from the police officer.
Roy looked at him with teary eyes as he knelt, "They made me do things good men don't do... Like you they were cops and they raped me..." And the cop gasped, arching his back as he came in his pants. I could see how his life force concentrated in his crotch, only to be spurted into Roy's chest; the light spreading all over his body.
I saw the old and chubby cop slump his arms, standing still like a panting puppet. Roy stood up and looked at me with an evil grin, one of his hands never leaving the touch on the old man's skin.
"Did you enjoy the show?" He asked.
I said, "Eh, I know satyrs who can do a better job."
He did seemed to be a bit offended. "But can they do this?" And his hand tightened around the man's throat; the old cop gasping for air as he began to hump into the air; the demon sending wave after wave of pleasure masquerading the draining of the poor cop's soul.
"What's you point?" I asked, noticing the chubby cop's face begin to sink.
"I need a place to sort my thoughts."
"I told you before, if you wanna be my roommate you just have to help me with the rent and the bills. You don't have to kill that man; sheesh."
Roy's hand eased the grip on the throat, the cop slowly returning back to the immobile stance, "I was not going to kill him." He leaned onto the man and licked his ear, I saw a jolt of electricity between the tongue and the skin, "I like how the souls of the old taste, much more flavorful than those of the young ones."
"Well that's thoughtful," I said, "Most incubi and succubi have a nasty tendency for underage humans."
"That's because they were drawn into the Christian belief of youth equals purity, they're no different that a pedophile preacher."
"Anyhoo, if you want to be my roommate you have to help me pay the bills, got it?"
"Agreed," His voice sounded solemn.
"But... We have to figure out first how to get you some clothing."
Roy extended a finger, "Hold it," He said.
"Is this one of those fart jokes?" He looked at me with a scornful look.
I sighed, "Okay, but this better not be a trap." I said, wrapping my fingers around it, I felt a little tingling on my arm as he fed on my life.
A blinding light enveloped his body; when I opened my eyes he was wearing a similar police uniform to the one of the chubby old cop and the middle-aged zombified cop was clean too.
"If you don't mind," Roy said, "I'd like to keep this man as a pet project."
"You mean a slave."
"Of course not, when I was feeding on his life-force I was able to read his mind, what a poor old man; his wife turned out to be a lesbian and stripped him out of everything. He is alone and living in a shithole, eating away his worries and chances are he will be fired from the police forces if he doesn't get his act together."
"So?"
"He will live with me."
"Wouldn't that be forced?"
"He'll be much better with us than alone."
"But you do realize that he also has to pay the rent too?"
Roy laughed, "You should dethrone Mammon one of these days."
I was going to snap back but I think I have enough Archie Bunker moments floating around. "So are you in?" I asked.
Roy nodded, "Me and my partner are in!" And that's how I met Roy.