Post by psi on Jul 1, 2006 19:47:09 GMT -5
After his successful retrieval of the book Psi spent many days reading through the book, memorizing everything that was of importance to his task. He had succeeded this far he would get the power he craved, the power he needed. Entering the forest that the book described, Psi set about setting up the circle in which he needed to call the Daemons of Alazraic. Once he had completed the circle, Psi stood in the center and waited of midnight on a night of the new moon. Containing a chuckle, Psi cracked the book open and recited the spell, the last word left his lips as the clock stuck midnight. The wind died down and a deathly silence filled the area surrounding Psi, enveloping him in the faint whispers of long past great lords the Daemons finally appeared before Psi. The one standing directly in front of Psi bowed his head as the Daemons around him bowed lower. “What is it that you call us from your purgatory for o’ great warrior?” a voice rasped through the air. Psi barely contained his shiver at the voice, in a firm tone Psi made his wished known. “As I have released you, your powers are now mine to do as I will. With this power I also wish the knowledge of the magic’s; all the knowledge including that to destroy those who stand in my way.”
The Daemon before him gave a grin showing his blade like teeth, “Your heart is dark, o’ mortal. For the power and knowledge you ask we require something of value in return. Your soul, when you die or forsake your powers you will belong to us.”
“I accept your terms” Psi calmly responded, not so much a blinking an eye at the request. “My soul for the power.”
A faint chuckle surrounded the Daemons a wind rushed around the circle touching all the Daemons before rushing through the circle and into Psi. Psi just stood there and watched this all happening, as the wind once again died down the Daemons faded back into the surrounding area. Psi rolled his shoulders feeling the power roll through his body, Psi laughed aloud as he broke the circle around him and walked away from the forest. He could hardly wait to try these new powers but that would have to wait, right now Psi needed to sleep, to regain the energy he lost in the spell.
The Daemon before him gave a grin showing his blade like teeth, “Your heart is dark, o’ mortal. For the power and knowledge you ask we require something of value in return. Your soul, when you die or forsake your powers you will belong to us.”
“I accept your terms” Psi calmly responded, not so much a blinking an eye at the request. “My soul for the power.”
A faint chuckle surrounded the Daemons a wind rushed around the circle touching all the Daemons before rushing through the circle and into Psi. Psi just stood there and watched this all happening, as the wind once again died down the Daemons faded back into the surrounding area. Psi rolled his shoulders feeling the power roll through his body, Psi laughed aloud as he broke the circle around him and walked away from the forest. He could hardly wait to try these new powers but that would have to wait, right now Psi needed to sleep, to regain the energy he lost in the spell.