The cloaked figure paced side to
side within the small room of his wooden shack. A bright circle enclosing an
inverted star made with chalk stamped the middle of the floor. Tall black
candles stood outside the circle beside every point of the star. Green and
black fire flickered outwards from the candles as they burned. The cloaked
man’s black robes fluttered around his ankles as he stood motionless, chanting.
A bright yellow flame burst from within the middle of the star, lighting the
whole room to appear as daytime, despite being windowless.
Another man stood in the room.
Brave, tall, well-muscled, and motionless, he wore a large Cross across his
plated chest. On his back hung a large great sword, extending all the way down
his body. Fully armored and standing tall, he was like a statue. His face was
expressionless and white as snow. He appeared very calm in this dark and
sinister room.
A crackling sound burst forth from
the center of the circle, followed by a stream of yellow smoke and the
overwhelming smell of sulfur. “What will it be this time, master?” A voice as
slick as oil and sharp as the whip it carried echoed out from within its
bindings.
“Not your usual course of action, I’m
afraid. We have some topics to discuss.” The man in black robes spoke softly,
his voice resonating with age and terrible knowledge.
“Oh Eldrith, why must you have such
pride? You know this macabre won’t last. I can break these bindings as easily
as I broke your sister’s neck. Remember that?” The succubus snickered, glaring
hungrily into the wizards eyes. “I killed your pathetic family and your foolish
master. What makes you think you can summon me like a dog to your command? I am
greater than you. I will break these bindings with a single twist; they’re no
more than strands of grass tied about my wrists.”
“Hold your tongue demon!” The man in
black robes bellowed, shaking the walls of the very building. “You know not
what you speak! Your voice is of deceit and lies!” He threw off his black cloak
to reveal a much brighter color. Long silver robes were uncovered as the black
fell to the floor in a pile of dust. “The time has come, Verribis.” The demon
flinched at the sound of its name.
From the corner of the room, the
tall man strode forth to stand beside Eldrith. Being just, if not more
surprised as the succubus, he didn’t seem to show. His pale complex and
features were like hardened stone. The statue of an angel. Lifting the large
great sword high into the air, he let it fall straight over the bound succubus.
A loud ring of metal mixed with the frantic crackling of fire and brimstone
echoed out from the shack and through the surrounding forestry. With a loud
shriek of disbelief, the succubus burst into smoke and ash. The candles in the
room coughed out immediately, leaving it silent and dark with the smell of
sulfur chocking the air.