Summoning Silus
"Canted Continuum," Silus whispered under his breath. He ran his hands over the tome's black cover and then flung it open. He scanned the open pages and when he was unsatisfied he turned to the next and the next until finally he threw the book into the pile of discards. Afterwards he grabbed one of the two remaining prospects.
"Dante's Inferno," he read. "Sounds..." he sniffed its musty pages. "Promising."
A minute later the man tossed the book away in disgust.
"Italian politics and metaphors," he muttered, taking the last potential book. "What a waste this place has been. Let's see here--Foundationsof Tuezor Geometry."
He blinked. Whatever had spurred him to take a book on math? Nevertheless, he opened it and sighed. He lazily ran his eyes over the text and when he found nothing of interest he turned the page. He froze at what he found on the next, hand still half lifted away. Then he smiled and a certain glint came into his eyes, a gleam of triumph. His sight and mind greedily devoured what he found as he read page after page. Finally, he shut tight the book and cackled.
"Silus!" he spoke softly, hugging the book tight to his chest. "You genius!"
Silus got to his feet and turned his back to the pile of rejects. He walked forward, ignoring the many other books on the shelf to his right--after all, he had found what he had came for. He chuckled, swung around the bookshelf's edge, and came to a halt.
Only a few feet across from him was the counter where he could check out and purchase his newfound supremacy...and a taller man, around Silus's young age, whose back was turned away from him. Silus knew the man it was Grob, his rival and he seemed to be buying something of his own. Silus stealthily stepped forward and looked over Grob's shoulders. His rival held two books in each hand, one of which was currently held out to the female clerk behind the counter.
"Carlisle's Minor Summonings," Silus said, reading the proferred book. "Ha!"
Grob turned his head. Seeing Silus, he blinked and smiled.
"George," he said. "Fancy seeing you here."
"Silus!" Silus shouted. "It's Silus."
Grob nodded. "Right." He turned to the clerk, thrusting the book forward. "Ma'am?" The clerk looked away from Silus and nodded. She took the book and she was going to take Grob's other when Silus suddenly tore it from his grip.
"Aha! And what's this?" Silus squinted at the book. "Dr. Faustus?"
He handed it back to his taller rival and sneered.
"I'm actually disappointed. Minor summonings and this Faustus--it looks like the mere writings of a man with only a PhD to his name. Quite pathetic, my rival!"
Grob rolled his eyes. "George--"
"Silus!" Silus screeched.
"Silus," Grob laughed, handing his second book to the clerk. "I'm not your rival--"
Silus nodded. "I'm starting to think that. I thought you competition, but with such materials you cannot compete with this!"
Silus held his prize forward, pages open to those he had previously read. Grob glanced with disinterest at them for but a mere moment as he casually read the words. After a moment, his brow furrowed and his gaze was more inquisitive and concerned. He met Silus's eyes.
"You're not really thinking--"
"Not thinking, no," Silus smirked. "Doing. That is the difference between me and you, Grob. I have ambition. I have drive. My sights are high. The sky isn't the limit, because there are things beyond the sky. Soon this city will know a new god--me and the one serving under...me. You will tremble and ever regret standing against me!"
Grob sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Very well then. Just be careful and it would be a shame if you were to damage that watch." He tapped the face of the gold watch Silus wore. "Your grandfather would be disappointed."
Silus snarled and pulled his arm away. "The next time we meet, Grob, you will be bowing in my awesome presence."
Grob turned to face the clerk. "If you say so. How much will that be, ma'am?"
"Thirteen," she replied. Grob handed her the resiquite currency and took his books. Afterwards, he smiled at Silus and tilted a nonexistent hat.
"Good luck, George," he said, departing the door before Silus could reply.
"Rrgh," Silus growled. He threw his taken tome upon the counter. "And what will this cost me, wench?"
The clerk lifted an eyebrow. "Um...seven."
"A mere pittance for pure power," Silus said, procuring a wad of crinkled cash from his vest. He dropped it on the counter and took his book. "That should suffice. Keep the change."
The clerk uncrinkled some of the bills and counted them out. She shook her head and looked up.
"Sir--" she began, but Silus was already gone.
Silus rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He glanced back and forth between the diagram written within the book and the summoning circle he had just finished inscribing. Drawn with red calk in the esoteric shapes of Carlisle's design, surrounded by a ring of scented candles and sprinkled with crushed moth wings, the circle was complete save for one thing: the demon that would soon be contained within. The summoner smiled gleefully at the thought that in a few moments his hard work would pay off, or really his work and the assistance of many others.
Firstly, the current space he resided in wasn't his--it was a small warehouse located outside of that city that he had rented for just the purpose of a private demon summoning. He certainly didn't want anyone to interrupt his ritual after all. Next, he certainly didn't gather the components required by the ritual. No, the crushed moth wings and the candles had been acquired fro third parties who had no idea their product would be used for such a dark ritual. Finally, Silus had some trouble comprehending some of the tome's esoteric passages, so he had hired a translator. All of this had taken less than a week, thought time was of no concern. What mattered was that the ritual was ready and no mistakes could be made.
Silus turned the page and began the summoning.
"Ech doth tulu," he chanted in a low hush. "Orm su zenith."
The circle of candles burned with increased intensity.
"Arz zet zin, arna ack sun!"
Silus lifted his hands, palms facing upwards. At this, the red chalk gleamed with a hellish light. A smile curled upon the summoner's lips. The ritual was near completion.
"Anex ec thellen, carad iden thuiseth!"
The candle's flames erupted into inferno. Silus shrieked and covered his face with his arms. When the blaze died down after a few seconds, Silus lowered his arms and stared at the circle. The candles were little more than waxen stumps, the chalk had lost its light, and in the center of the circle stood his demon.
Silus stared in awe at the dragonlike humanoid and its sanguine scales that shimmered even in the darkness. It too stared back with ire in its slitted yellow eyes. The demon towered over SIlus and its broad chest and well muscled arms attested to greater strength than he. In addition, an aura of untold power exuded from the demon. Still, Silus did not despair. The demon was summoned by him and thus bound to his will. The power the demon wielded was his.
Thus, with nothing to fear, Silus stepped forward.
"Demon!" he proclaimed. "I have called you from your depths for my purposes. Now that you heed, obey!"
The draconic demon snorted, smoke drifting out of his nostrils. Silus held his breath as he waited for it to speak, to declare its obedience to him. Instead, it folded its arms across its chest and shook its horned head.
"You're an insufferable little prick, aren't you?"
"Er," Silus stuttered. "You--I--no! How dare you speak to your master in that manner? I can punish you, demon!" Here," Silus fished in his pockets, bringing out a vial of pure water. "This is holy! You would scream in unknowable anguish if this were to even touch you!"
The demon chuckled, nearing the summoner and exiting the circle with a single step. Silus's mouth fell open.
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "You can't do that!"
The demon came nearer still. "Oh, but I did."
"I'm in control here, I'm--"
"Do you," the demon said, coming to a halt a mere foot away from the summoner. "Know who I am?"
"Yes! I'm not fool! You're--" Silus glanced to the book. "Seth."
"Yes, Seth," the demon crooned. "I was worshipped as a god in years past. A god, do you understand?"
"Yes," Silus nodded. "And your false divinity will be my apotheosis." "A god," Seth repeated. "Yet you persist in thinking I would bow to a mere mortal."
"I summoned you! You are under my command!"
"I might be," Seth mused. "If you hadn't made precious mistakes. You called for me, but incorrectly so. Indeed, there were no words of binding in your incantation save for another, lesser demon. And your circle? What sort of defenses are these? Do you know what this means?"
Silus yelped when the demon lunged forward. The summoner threw his vial and it shattered on Seth's scales. Despite his flesh sizzling and burning, the demon caught Silus by the throat with one strong hand and lifted him off his feet. Seth chuckled as Silus struggled, his new scales quickly replacing those that had been burned away by the water.
"You--can't do this!" Silus coughed out.
"This or that?" Seth laughed. He squeezed his grip tighter, forcing more air out of Silus's lungs. "Now what to do with you, hmm? Kill you? What do you think?"
"N...n-no!" Silus squealed. "T-the power of--gurk!"
"Silly man!" Seth roared. A sudden snide smile came over the demon's draconic visage. "No, not a man. It's been quite some time since I was here and for a second there I worried I wouldn't have anything to bring back. Why not you?"
Silus's eyes widened with fear.
"Though not the same, of course," Seth continued. "You wouldn't last long in the expanse as you are and you would be worthless in any case. Yes, a form more appealing to others..." Seth chortled. "And myself. After all, you are mine and you have just the bent to twist."
"No!" Silus yelled.
"Yes." Seth said. His yellow eyes shifting to fiery orange while blue flames sprang into existence on his elbows and slowly licked their way down his arms towards the restrained summoner. Silus increased his struggle, grasping at the clawed hand yet only managing to expend more energy.
"I don't object to your resistance," Seth noted, the flames drawing ever close to the captive summoner. "It makes it all the entertaining."
Silus screamed as the flames engulfed him in a matter of seconds. It bound to his form, disintegrating his clothing save for his watch and leaving him nude and uncovered. Seth threw the naked human to the ground and stepped back, watching as the flames licked the man's flesh. It burned away his skin and hairs, leaving behind smooth blue scales along his body save for a lighter shade upon his stomach and crotch. Silus thrashed against the ground and a thick, lizardlike tail with the same tinge of blue as his stomach surged out of the base of his spine, growing into a lazily swinging appendage much less panicked than the rest of him. The summoner screamed as his face contorted, nose flattening while his cranium pushed out into a reptilian muzzle, a small white horn poking out of the tip of his new snout. His ears melded into his skull and he shuddered as four hard, hornlike protrusions pushed out of the back of his cranium so he had a crest of sorts.
The flames washed over his body again and this time his digits on both hands and feet melded together into claws so he was left with three thick talons on his feet and four smaller claws upon his more slender hands. The summoner was momentarily blinded as his eyes shifted, causing him to screw his eyes shut while they reconfigured into red slit-eyed optics. He opened them just in time to see the flames' strength diminished; yet the changes still occurring and the next were the most unexpected of all.
Silus yelped as what remained of the flames surged over his crotch. Now that the flames no longer hurt, he reached down to the affected area, eyes widening when he found nothing there. No, not nothing--Silus shuddered as his claws brushed against the soft lips of something he had certainly had never possessed before. At that moment, the flames dissipated from the area, exposing the feminine folds of a warm slit. Before Silus could question this change, sudden weight on her chest pulled her forward. She sat back to counter this new force, landing on a recently padded rump. Her hips widened with an uncomfortable crack, bringing a few tears to her eyes as she glanced down at her weighty chest. Her thin forked tongue fell out of her maw at the sight of two growing mounds on her chest--breasts, she realized. She touched them with her hands, finding them strangely soft and pleasurable to feel despite their scaly texture. They grew within her grasp until they were a size she would go for on a woman. She felt heat suffuse her face when she realized she was that woman...thing...demon dragon.
"Now don't get ahead of yourself," Silus heard, when she continued to squish her breasts. She looked up at Seth and froze, one claw only a second away from tweaking a hard nipple.
"You!" she snarled, her voice high and feminine. She could not keep her anger for long, however. She found her gaze drawn to the demon's eyes and she could not withdraw it. In that hard, but strangely sympathetic stare she found her will fading away and something else awakening within her.
"That's it," Seth crooned. "Feel it slip away. You won't need it where we're going."
"Need...need," Silus said. She desperately wanted to blink, to break that stare for even a millisecond but she could not even do that. Hell, she was having difficulty thinking. "Need what?"
"That's the question, isn't it?" Seth asked. "What do you need?"
"I don't know," Silus squealed. She knew something was wrong, yet the moment could only be right. Isn't this what she had worked for? Isn't this what she intended to accomplish? "I--"
"Shh," Seth whispered, kneeling by her and taking one of her clawed hands away from her breasts. "I think you do."
"I really--mmm!" Silus moaned when Seth casually fingered her slit. She was powerless to prevent him from doing so, but she realized she didn't care. She was starting to get an idea of what she wanted.
"You know, don't you?" Seth dug deeper, causing the female to shudder in pleasure. "After all, it's right in front of you. It helps you've already said it too."
"You," she said. "I need you."
"That's right," Seth said, leering at the dragon demoness. "I'm all you'll ever need. Yes?"
Silus nodded. Seth chuckled and his eyes glowed with blackness. This blackness flowed out of his eyes and encompassed them both. Their surroundings faded away to black and a new environment came into place around them. They no longer sat on the concrete floors of an abandoned warehouse, but the cream-colored smooth marble floors of a wide, mostly empty structure.
"Welcome!" Seth said. "To my palace. I could show you around, but I think you'd rather do something first, hmmm?"
Silus nodded happily. For a moment she could move her gaze freely now, yet she found it drawn to Seth again, lower this time. She drooled at the sight of his throbbing member, a feature of his that caused her to momentarily wonder how she had ever missed it. She tossed that thought away. All that mattered now it was here.
"You're an excitable one, aren't you?" he said when she sidled up to him, taking his manhood in her claws. He pushed them away. "No, no, no mawplay for now. I thought I could break you in first."
"Yes, yes!" Silus said, spreading her legs and placing a claw above her slick sex. "Do it!"
Seth chuckled and grabbed hold of Silus's shoulders. He pushed her down so that she lay against the cool marble. She breathed heavily in anticipated of what was to come, actually whining in protest when he paused for a moment, merely examining the golden watch upon her arm.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm just enjoying this. To think you ever thought you could be my master. Isn't that silly?"
Silus nodded, not because she understood what he reference but because she was ready for him already. Why was he taking so long?
"Ah, but it is so much better, this way, isn't it?"
Silus nodded again. Seth smirked and in the next moment plunged into her. The intimacy of the penetration and the tightness of her sex initially proved too much for the newly minted demoness. She was literally put out of mind, only able to focus on the activity at hand, not that she minded. She relished the feeling of him inside of her, thrusting, pumping, and pushing deeper, her inner walls greedily tightly holding onto his member. Even if she couldn't truly be impregnated, she looked forward to him spilling his seed into her, of him filling the void in her womb, an emptiness that could never ever be truly be gratified. She could already feel him preparing, a warmth filling her nethers and then--
Silus let out a deep gasped as the demon came within her, him roaring to fill the silence she left behind. Seth remained within her for a moment and then pulled out, causing her to shiver in pleasure. He pressed into her, member still hard, and idly grasped her full breasts.
"Enjoyable, no? That's what you're built for. I could probably get a good trade for you. Nidhoggr has some prospects I've been eyeing for centuries. How does that sound?"
Silus shook her head, moaning softly as he fondled her.
"Why not?" Seth asked. "Would you rather be mine?"
Silus nodded.
"Forever mine? Forever here in the Expanse? To be used and love by only me? Are you sure you don't want to see a variety of our kind? Wouldn't it be a shame for you to be denied others?"
"No," Silus breathed. "I want only you--you, master."
"Mmm. I suppose it's the least I owe you. After all, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have you. Are you sure though? You'd be mine forevermore."
"Yes!" Silus screeched. "Yes!" "Very well then," Seth growled. "Forever. Now, why don't we have another go? I've still got a few thousand left in me for today--not that there really are days--but the point is clear. What do you think?"
"Yes!" Silus replied. She was already begin to feel empty again, the longing and aching returning too soon. How could she not long for him?
"Very well."
Seth forced himself off her and prepared for another round. Before they could start, however, everything seemed to blur to Silus. She squinted, wondering if it was just her eyes, but everything was becoming only more distorted.
"Hey!" Seth spoke, his voice distant. "How dare--"
Silus sat up, feeling lighter somehow. She reached out to the demon yet her hand passed right through him. Seth looked angry, very angry now and it frightened her. She only had a moment to stare at his enraged face before she was stretched and pulled back out of the palace, into darkness, and somewhere else.
Silus blinked. She found herself standing within a circle in the shape of a pentagram. Around the circle were four human skulls separated by ninety degrees each. Standing in front of her was a robed man, a hood obscuring her face.
She blinked again. She had returned to her world and so had her mind and she remembered everything, from her change to transportation to tryst. The demoness looked down at her body and was disappointed to find her form retained. Her feminine sex was still slick and her weighty breasts were very much real. She was still changed, yet she was free of Seth.
"Well, well," the robed man said, throwing down his hood. Silus ceased breathing for a moment, for staring at her was her rival, Grob. Fear washed over her as she realized she had been captured by the one she hated most! "It worked. How do you fare, demon?"
At this reference to her, Silus felt relief surge through her. Even if she was at her rival's mercy, he didn't know so. She didn't look different, after all.
"I'm..." Silus sought the words a demon might say, much she found nothing. "...fine."
"Hmm," Grob grunted, looking down at her damp pussy. "It seems I may have interrupted some of your play."
"Y-yes," Silus said, nodding. "Yes."
"Hmm," Grob grunted again. "Quite quiet you are. Docile too. Didn't expect the naked part, though. I suppose you are a minor demon but I assumed you would be angry and I was actually hoping you would test the circle. Don't try now--" he laughed when Silus took a step towards him. "It would hurt. You understand why you are here, demon?"
Silus shook her head.
"You are bound to my service now, demon. Do you understand what this means?"
Silus shrugged.
"You will remain in this world as my servant. I could use your knowledge of your kin to advance my learning. How does that sound?"
Silus was going to reply that it sound terrible and humiliating before she actually heard and understood his words. She would be bound within this world, her original world. She wouldn't be Seth's slave to do as he pleased with, nearly mindless and completely subordinate. At least she had her mind here, if not her body. Even if she was under Grob's control, it would be better than Seth's dominance.
"Good," Silus replied. "I accept."
"Huh," Grob said. "This is all so easy. I will fetch you some attire, demon, but first--what is your name?"
"My n-name?" Silus stuttered, looking away from her rival and thinking of the first name that came to mind. "It's...it's...Dante."
Too late did Silus realize her mistake. Grob had to know her name already. He needed to know it to summon her, which meant--
"Dante, huh?" Grob said. "My, that's unusual--what's that on your arm? Is that a gold watch? Looks...familiar."
Silus slowly lifted her gaze to look up to Grob. Her rival smiled.