Room for one more?

(once again, thank you for your kind words Winters Scorn and Gslinger! I'm not too sure what i have been teasing about... but I hope this will help, even if it is a little shorter than the others)

The creature, now having a physical form, or as near to it as could be described in any case, was tall, well over six feet tall. It had thick set shoulders and rope thick muscle bristling under its crimson black skin, shifting and churning like pooled oil. Its feet had only three toes on each, thick steel talons digging into the carpet with a forth half way up its ankles on both legs. Shards of tooth-like bone protruded and lined its knees and elbows while a ridge of spiked spinal coulomb parted the flesh of its back. Its hands were like mine, but larger and ending in sinister claws. The face looked human, but its nose was almost completely flat, its ears were long and pointed, similar to what you would expect an elf’s to look like in all Lord of the rings crap. Long black hair run down its back loosely past the shoulder blades, but to top it all off, a large pair of wings were cradled close to its body like a dragons and a tail, thin and whip like curled around one leg.

Strangely enough looking more or less

what you would expect a daemon

to look like…

I sat up and regarded the beast before me in the moonlight that streamed though my bedroom window “how can you have a body, and still be inside me?” I asked curiously. Instead of the disembodied voice that I had gotten used to, the creature spoke… its voice both deep and musical.

“This is what I look like; the form I chose for myself though it will not last long… it is a physical manifestation of my will”

“So… like a hologram or something?” I asked, knowing full well that I probably watched too much television n my time.

It nodded before sitting on the end of my bed, a respectful gap between the pair of us “In a sense but it is created with the power of my mind, rather than artificial means” It said gruffly.

I smiled “that’s pretty cool, so you are a guy then?” I asked “I had a bit of a hard time guessing”.

It smiled back at me, flashing two rows of razor like teeth “I am male, and yes, there are females of my kind, though they are more ‘delicate’ to behold… more aesthetically pleasing”

Its funny to see something that looks so evil

being such a pleasant conversationalist

“I have considered your offer” I said after a minute, trying to sound calmer than I actually felt.

“I know” it said simply, smiling at me “you cant hide your thoughts” the smile turning sly as I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

“yeah well…” I mumbled “I will take your request for the bond rather than accept death” I said diplomatically. He closed his eyes and nodded. I wasn’t sure what was involved and I remember feeling stupid for not asking. I mean, I was warned of the outcome but not the process itself.

Too late to turn back now…

“Stand up” he instructed as he got to his feet. Once out of my bed, I couldn’t help but feel exposed, just standing around in my shorts. Placing a foot on the wooden frame of my bed, it gave a little shove and moved it out of the way with almost no effort, clearing a large empty space in the centre of the room.

“I hope you don’t have a problem with blood” he said as he drew a claw across his palm. The oil like flesh parted easily beneath it, and blood as thick as tar pooled in his cupped hands “the blood isn’t real in a sense, it is purely a representation, like my body… however, this is my essence, either my soul or my power, however you best wish to describe it”

I nodded as he let his hands fill for a minute before offering me his hands “drink” he commanded. I remember feeling the colour draining from my face and it took a long minute for me to compose myself. Leaning forwards slightly as he offered up his hands, I felt the liquid touch my lips and I drank as much as I could stomach. The taste was unpleasant to say the least and I nearly gagged as if I were willingly letting myself be poisoned.

Once his hands were nearly empty I staggered back a little, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. He nodded in approval as he used the rest as a form of ink, kneeling down and using a claw to write on the carpet in a script that made no sense r understanding, totally alien to me. By the time he was finished, a large circle had been created out of the strange writing, mixed with twisting shapes. It pulsed on the back of my eyes and made my head ache if I stared at it for too long.

“Sit” he instructed. I sank down and crossed my legs and he did the same, mimicking my movement. We sat opposite each other within the circle for a moment before a faint whisper reached my ears. I remembered it as the same insect like scuttling of all those thousands of voices all at once, but it was coming from him this time. Closing my eyes and concentrating on the sounds, I could make out words that sounded both familiar and unfamiliar… he was talking in languages, every single one that had ever been, all at once.

And women think they can multi-task

The experience made me feel disembodied, similar to what had happened earlier in the day at the school councillor’s office, however, instead of being out of my body and watching, I felt locked inside it, separate like an animal in a cage.

The script and symbols on the floor began to pulse and throb as if they had taken a life on of their own, moving in complicated patterns around the circle they had been originally laid out in. it had a strange, hypnotic effect that made you queasy if you tried picking out any one shape.

After a few minutes, the chanting intensified as he offered up his hands, palms facing me like some deranged child’s game. Without thinking, my body reached out my own hands and pressed them against his, palms firmly against each others. Seeing as he was supposed to be just a mental construct rather than a flesh and blood creature, he felt real enough to me.

You are only limited by the power of

your own imagination…

His palms were strangely cool in the rooms raising heat, like snakes skin despite its perfectly smooth appearance. I opened my eyes as a tingling sensation spread through my fingers and down my arms. I was going to speak up but I nearly bit my tongue clean off when I saw his body begin to disintegrate from the feet up. I swallowed the blood in my mouth, trying not to choke as I noticed a dramatic change in my hands and arms. Within a few more minutes my entire body was tingling from head to foot but as he finally vanished from sight, thick black liquid like his blood was spreading through my veins with panicking speed. I wont deny I was a little more than just scared beyond belief but with this invasion of my body came a form of energy, painful but not unbearably so. Soon all that remained was me, sat alone within the circle, the chanting gone and every inch of my body pulsing. It was the last thing I can remember of that day before I blacked out.

Wham, bam, thank you ma’am