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A Theory of Summoning,
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"Curious.." Leothiel watched the various number of ritualistic signs, circles and shapes that he had scribbled into the dirty road, he made some final corrections with the small stick he used as his pencil, then a pleased grin spread across his lips to bare those sharp teeth of his. A rush of joy were jolting through his body as he realized now just how probable his idea were. Those weeks of planning had not been for nothing, nor had his small journey to Suna been a waste. As it was there that he had managed to get his hands on a quite extensive Grimoire containing the various methods of demonic summoning. He gave his magical scribbles a last critical look before he wiped it away with his foot. Then he raised his eyes to watch in the direction of the small village that was the intended target of his experiment. If he had done everything correctly, as he much hoped he had, then he would create a maelstrom of demonic energies and if he were lucky maybe a gaping hole into the very realm the demons lived in. For he had spent the last week writing that very pattern he had just wiped away with his foot, around the entire village that was the target of his curiosity. The very last step of his plan were only a hour away and the excitement he felt in his stomach was almost painful in its intensity. He began to walk towards the village and luckily for him he did not meet anyone along the road, as he so loathed having to walk into people who might somehow obstruct his planning.
Though it was in the middle of the night, and people rarely traveled the roads at night, this much he knew. As he arrived at the outskirts of the village he could feel the power of the circle he had created, like a caged beast that knew it would soon win its freedom, a beast of such power that Leothiel for a second feared that he himself might have his life threatened, if it were not for the fact that he had taken many precautions in order to ensure his own safety once the ritual was activated. Or rather, as safe as one could be once everyone inside that village had their bodies transformed into walking demonic beacons, oh the chaos that was soon to come... He laughed to himself as he wiggled on the spot, he knew his magic would leave trails, yet he were quite certain there would be enough chaos for him to get to a safe distance before other magicians could sense his involvement and start hunting him, if they would even hunt him, this place would be the melting pot of demons for years to come, it would be the main attraction for anyone who had the slightest interest in these sort of things. He raised his right hand and made a subtle gesture, a small discharge of necromantic energy waves through the air and then from the sky a single large black bird suddenly soared, landing closely to Leothiel. "Is the circle whole?" He asked the bizarre fleshy bird, which merely twitched before it let out a pained gurgling noise "Curious.." The circle were whole and everything were ready, well almost everything...
He still had to finish creating the last symbol which would be placed in the middle of the village, the idea had come to Leothiel some days ago and he quite liked it. He intended to summon a giant mass of demonic creatures, mostly lesser demons, and then force them all to fuse together in the center of the village to create a rift into the realm of demons. If he could only look into that world for a hour then all the preparations, all the time spent on this project, would be worth it. He made a dismissive gesture with his hand and the bird flew into the sky again. He quite liked the bird creation and it served as a excellent scout... Seeing things from a birds eye perspective, he shuddered at the thought, he hated heights. He moved silently towards the village until he reached the first pair of houses. He crept along the walls and kept to the shadows, yet it seemed like everyone were sleeping at this hour of the night. Even the villages necromancer seemed to be sleeping, luckily for him, as Leothiel dreaded the thought of having to waste time fighting someone and endangering his whole plan... It were to close to completion, he could not fail now.
He made his way to the center of the village, which quite conveniently held a small empty square. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small knife which he slid across the palm of his right hand, letting his blood drip onto the ground while he chanted silently under his breath. Slowly the blood stained on the ground began to form complex patterns, crawling obediently on the ground to appease the twisted words spoken by Leothiel. He stood there for about a hour, undisturbed, simply chanting and watching his own blood finally creating the last of the patterns needed for his demonic circle, his mouth spread into a wicked grin as he spoke the last words of his ritual and a sudden powerful surge of demonic energies suddenly swallowed the entire village. The giant circle that were placed around the village began to glow in a intense dark red colour, and the very center of his ritual, the very place where Leothiel were standing, lit up like a small sun, a beam of radiant red energy shot into the air and anyone within several miles radius could easily see it.
Then came the screams as the world around him began to mirage and rip, the very fabrics of this worlds reality began to break down infront of his eyes. Twisted shapes began to pop out from thin air, creatures of various shapes and sizes howled in confusion and anger as they had been torn from their native plane and set down into this unknown world, they clawed and raked at Leothiel, yet the wards he had set up around himself were strong enough to keep them at bay. He made a elegant gesture with his right hand before ramming it down into the center of the square. The giant radiant beam of energy got extinguished and the air was filled with a ominous humming sound of what seemed like thousands of demonic voices, all mumbling in awe at the power they felt. The screams of the bewildered villagers suddenly became very clear, all around him people were running and screaming, having small demonic creatures latched to their bodies, clawing and tearing at their flesh. The whole scene became a bit overwhelming even for Leothiel, and for a second he felt a small flashing emotion of guilt for having used these people for his own twisted theories. Yet, he had little time to think about such as the ritual came into its final stage, and with a power strong enough to shake the very foundations of reality within the circle every demonic creature were suddenly sucked into the air, into the middle of the circle, to form a giant bubbling black mass... Leothiel let out a gasp as he felt something grow inside that bubbling twisted screaming mass of demons, it was no gate to the other side... No, this was something sentient being created, a creature of such potency that he soon realized that the feeble charms he had put on himself would not repel it...
Yet all he could do now was watch, as the black mass began to take form...