A Demon's Ploy

Subject: A Demon's Ploy Fri Jan 27, 2012 8:17 pm

For one young Anthony Williams, the day had bloomed in shadows and ended in hellfire. It was a typical Friday, which meant his father was the one to wake him, since his mother had to work. The old man already smelled of alcohol and breathed a little too heavy on Anthony'y neck, putting him on edge and making him want to fight. Breakfast had already been made (and burnt) for him. It was disgusting, but he wolfed it down, and as his father drove him to school, he finished up the homework he hadn't finished the night before. (Doing math was difficult with his mother screaming in the next room.)

At school, his classmates had been particularly priggish. The jocks had bullied him. The preps had been bitches. His ex girlfriend was making out with his ex best friend, surrounded by all of their mutual "friends." No one had so much as given him a sympathetic look. All in all, he was ignored.

The day had ended, and neither of his parents were there to pick him up. Neither of them warned him they weren't coming, so he didn't get on the bus. By the time it started to get dark, he had started walking. Five creeps had tried to given him a ride. He recognized at least three of them from the sex offender side he and his friends had browsed the week before. Despite him refusing all of them, he was fairly sure at least two of them circled around a few times. It was a ten mile walk home, so they had plenty of time to watch him, and it was dark by the time he finally got to his house.

Of course, both of his parents were there and pissed, because he hadn't ridden the bus. His father had shouted at him. His mother had lectured him. When it turned to violence, his mother had screamed and sobbed while his father hit him. He had escaped as fast as possible, but there were still about five fresh aches lying on the old ones. All he had wanted was to kiss the bed, but his mattress was missing again, which meant his parents had been barfed on.

Having finally had enough, he tore up the floorboard under the window. There was a book and a small metal box. Grabbing both, he trekked out into the woods. Taking a can of spray paint, he drew a white pentagram on the forest floor. Inside of a silver cup, he mixed the ingredients for a summoning and sliced his palm to add his own blood.

Opening the book, he drew himself up and began chanting. His voice was soft and desperate, pleading for some way, anyway to get out of that reality. Even as he did, he hadn't expected anything.

Subject: Re: A Demon's Ploy Sat Jan 28, 2012 10:06 pm

In the woods, above the treetops and the child, dark ominous clouds started to fill the night sky. A purple light, which sounded like thunder, filled the surrounding area. The ground around his pentagram started to shake, and crack all around him. In one spot, there appeared a giant hole. Smoke and steam started seeping from the gap in the floor. A large black arm reached from within the hole and placed its massive hand on the grass. It was soon joined with another arm and slowly started to pull itself from the ground.

The demon was tall and ugly. His hood covered most of his face. All that could be seen were his red glowing eyes. The massive red hues stared at the boy, until he finally bowed to his "master". He didn't utter a word, just stayed close to the ground, waiting for his orders from the youngling before him.

Subject: Re: A Demon's Ploy Fri Feb 03, 2012 5:17 pm

Anthony gave up the incantation, falling silent. Looking up towards the sky, he noticed the clouds, but thought little of them. His hopes were so far vanquished that he was beyond all but the pit of despair. Everything he had ever believed in was a lie. There was no escape, and no way from this place.

Abruptly, he saw the flash of light, felt the quiver of the earth, and wondered at what was happening. He almost stepped out of the pentagram, but then he tripped over something and landed on his rear, still within the ring of protection. Eyes wide with shock, he watched the monster rise up, his breath catching as he trembled.

"Wh-what are you!?" he demanded, his voice high and terrified as he stared at the monster before him.

Subject: Re: A Demon's Ploy Wed Jun 06, 2012 5:33 pm

The dark figure spoke not a word. His tall and lengthy stature still stayed on that one knee. Anyone around could feel the demon's presence. It was dark, dreadful, dangerous, and most of all creepy. What was this thing the ball called from the deepest and darkest depths of hell? His clothes were worn and tattered. The ends of his clothes appeared to be burned.

A deep and powerful voice emerged from the robes and cloth. "Ma..." The words were hard to mutter, but he would get it. He stood up completely. His seven foot body hit the branches of trees, but he didn't move them. "Mas....t.........er" finally came out of his mouth. His red eyes stayed on the boy.