110 Angels And Conjuration (1/2)
The two magmic angels came to a sudden stop in front of me. Up close they were enormous, easily more than twice the size of a human man. They had glimmering red bodies, a darker red than magma.
Both of the ridiculously warm entities floated over the crater they had flown out of. They seemed to suspend themselves in mid-air as their wings weren't flapping yet they floated, undisturbed by gravity.
I studied their insectoid bodies. I hadn't expected volcanic angels, creatures of magma and heat, to take on such a familiar form.
The creatures studied me as readily as I studied them. They had all of the strange and distinctive features of butterflies, including their compound eyes. In both cases, their eyes were fixated on me. We stared at each other in silence, until I broke said silence.
”What are your names?” I asked, looking at both of the entities with a curious, almost childlike joy. I was excited to have encountered angels.
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Angels were a species of extraplanar beings. In the mythic age of the old gods, they were a species of creatures who loyally served the gods.
What I knew about them was actually fairly limited. I knew that these angels were volcanic angels, creatures of magma, and ash. I also knew that these specific beings were volcanic angels with wrecked minds, which was in and of itself a mystery waiting to be solved.
These specific angels had now recovered to a functional state. And that was why I was here, engaging with them. I wanted to meet them, and to truly recruit them.
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”We lack names. Please give us names.” One of the creatures replied, a few moments after I asked the pair of entities for their names.
”Hmmm...” I replied, making a sound rather than actually speaking. It took me a moment to come up with names I actually liked.
”Your name is Lahar, and your name is Pagsabog.” I told the creatures, speaking confidently after spending a few moments in contemplation. The flying creatures considered my names for a few moments. As they did so they began to approach me.
As I was doing this, my projections were busy. One of them was readying itself for another day of lessons with Dr. Cortes, and another was inside of my tower. The one inside of my tower was making itself truly useful.
It was finishing up the requirements to earn the first tier of influence over the subdomain of conjuration. It had been hard at work for nearly three hours now, inching towards the completion of that subdomain.
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The conjuration circle within a small room within my tower was a beautiful thing. It was made from Sombra's own blood, and it gave the otherwise drab room a splash of color. I was accompanied by another demon as well. A newcomer.
Sombra was beside me, staring at her work with masterful attention to detail. She visually inspected every centimeter of her blood-circle.
Conjuration circles were finicky things. Even a single mistake would make an imperfect circle, and imperfect circles gave those who were summoned by them the freedom to step out and lash out at anyone who called them to this world.
I allowed Sombra to do as she wished, but I had already used this circle. I had already summoned and unleashed several demons using this circle. I sent them to various parts of the world, most notably the city of Aronms and the city of San Gerardo.
I had summoned eleven demons. Three of them were succubi who like the other succubus I had summoned freely acknowledged me as their king once they received the notification that they were being summoned. I then proceeded to unleash them on the city of Aronms, where they were to investigate the noble families.
Five of my demons were incubi. Incubi were handsome, powerfully built male sex-demons. The other three were different, stranger types of demons.
One of them accompanied me. It was a beheman, a powerful demon of sloth with the lower body of a serpent and the upper body of a corpulent male human. It held a warhammer in its hands, and its long serpentine form took up space around the chamber we found ourselves in.
The other two had already left to enact their duties. One of them was an asesinato demon, a demon of murder and bloodshed. I had gifted the bizarre being a human form, and commanded it to begin to search for murderers who could easily be converted to my worship.
The other demon was an arana demon, a gigantic spider. I gave that one a simple task: awaken spiders. I gave it a stick that I enhanced with my awakening ability and commanded the creature to build up an army of spiders dedicated to me, and bestowed the beast with the cleric class. The creepy thing crept off to exact my wishes.
All in all I had summoned fourteen demons. I just needed to summon one more. I was quiet as I thought about what to summon, as I wanted it to be something special. I spent a minute in silence before I heard a quiet voice.
”What are you thinkin' about?” The voice asked. It was a voice that came from within me, so I knew it was the voice of a domain or subdomain. I replied to it mentally.
”I'm thinking about what is the final sort of demon I ought to summon.” I explained. A second later the voice had an interesting suggestion.
”Is that so? Why not summon a pesadilla demon? Pesadilla demons are nightmare demons. Making them into your followers will increase your ability to torment mortals and to make societies more vulnerable to your influence.” The voice suggested. It was an interesting suggestion.
”Nightmare demons? Hmm...” I thought, in response. I mulled it over, before realizing that the voice, most likely the dream domain, had made a really good point. Having an army of nightmare demons at my disposal would give me an incredible tool with which to weaken mortal societies.
”You know what? I like the idea of an army of nightmare demons.” I told the voice, speaking to it in the confines of my mind. The voice began to chuckle, sounding rather sinister.
I quietly activated the ancient spell I had used to summon the other demons and chuckled when I saw the same notification I had grown familiar with over the last few hours. It was a simple thing, asking me to describe the sort of demon I wanted to summon. I was a simple man, with simple tastes.
”Call to a demon that seeks to inflict nightmares on mortals and is willing to do so at my command. One would enjoy tormenting families, and would happily serve as an attack dog of the god of nightmares.” I commanded the notification, speaking to it with the familiarity one would speak to an old friend.
A few moments later a purple smog abruptly began to come out of the ground on which the circle was etched. And within the circle, within the smoke, a hazy form began to come into being. The creature in the smog was a strange, amorphous being.
The creature in the circle didn't have a physical form. Its body was a misty thing, indistinct and incorporeal. I could sense it, and it could sense me, but I knew that I reached out to pull it out of the circle I'd be pulling on demonic gas.
The creature looked, in so far as it could anyway, in my direction. I chuckled and walked over to the circle. My two servants, Sombra and Servente, watched me curiously. They gasped when I placed my hand on the circle, and in doing so undid the thing's protective properties.