How can I describe that night to you?
She touched my hand and, shaking, I raised the goblet to my lips, tasted the blood of the moon and the earth, had my vision seared by the blinding flash that was the essence seeping from her soul.
She stepped from me, her touch lingering, her voice raising in a chant both foreign and ancient, a chant which sent fingers of fire along my spine with each syllable.
To the stars she cried out, to the heavens and the dark corners of the metaspace between the plank-length strings wherein universes collided and gods fought with dragons for the souls of Evening.
Her chant ceased. She turned to me, her hair aflame and her dark eyes pools of obsidian radiance. A knife appeared in her hand and she stepped towards me again. I tensed and she sang, the blade of the slender weapon caressing my thigh. I hissed as the blade kissed my skin, then she lunged....
With bated breath, I leapt from her, moments, eternities before that blade struck home, the goblet falling from my hand and striking the chalk boundary of the circle, scattering the boundary's constituents. I cleared the newly broken circle and drew power from the stars, from the vast aeons. I morphed myself then, back into the form from whence I had been forced. Below me, she screamed in both rage and horror; I could feel both her anger and hatred below me, mixing with her lust and desire.
I spread ancient wings and circled overhead. She shouted words of Power but they had no effect, for her spells of summoning and binding had faltered when the circle had been broken. She dropped to her knees as I alighted to the ground just outside the now useless circle.
With tears in her obsidian eyes, she looked up at me. Please, echoed from her mind.
Effortlessly, pale fire erupted from my taloned hands and encircled her. She writhed in both pain and pleasure until she could breathe no more, the fire finding its way into her naked longing. She rose from the ground, carried aloft by the flames, moaning and crying out to gods and goddesses long dead and long past caring.
Closing my hand, the fire receded and she tumbled to the ground. For many long moments she lay motionless within the shattered circle. Then, slowly, she began to move. She lifted her head and looked at me. I nodded. I had given her what she had summoned me for, only on terms she could not truly understand. I explained that, one day, I would return for full payment and, at that time, she would reimburse me for my journey or I would take back that which I had bestowed upon her. She nodded thanks, then sank back to the ground.
I turned, retrieved the ruined-encrusted mace that had fallen from my hands when I had first been summoned, then took flight again, clearing the ancient trees and soaring towards the heavens to once again take my place within the spaces between the stars.
I have not forgotten that night. And I recall it with renewed vigor now as I wheel through the ether towards her world, in search of that which is owed to me....
She touched my hand and, shaking, I raised the goblet to my lips, tasted the blood of the moon and the earth, had my vision seared by the blinding flash that was the essence seeping from her soul.
She stepped from me, her touch lingering, her voice raising in a chant both foreign and ancient, a chant which sent fingers of fire along my spine with each syllable.
To the stars she cried out, to the heavens and the dark corners of the metaspace between the plank-length strings wherein universes collided and gods fought with dragons for the souls of Evening.
Her chant ceased. She turned to me, her hair aflame and her dark eyes pools of obsidian radiance. A knife appeared in her hand and she stepped towards me again. I tensed and she sang, the blade of the slender weapon caressing my thigh. I hissed as the blade kissed my skin, then she lunged....
With bated breath, I leapt from her, moments, eternities before that blade struck home, the goblet falling from my hand and striking the chalk boundary of the circle, scattering the boundary's constituents. I cleared the newly broken circle and drew power from the stars, from the vast aeons. I morphed myself then, back into the form from whence I had been forced. Below me, she screamed in both rage and horror; I could feel both her anger and hatred below me, mixing with her lust and desire.
I spread ancient wings and circled overhead. She shouted words of Power but they had no effect, for her spells of summoning and binding had faltered when the circle had been broken. She dropped to her knees as I alighted to the ground just outside the now useless circle.
With tears in her obsidian eyes, she looked up at me. Please, echoed from her mind.
Effortlessly, pale fire erupted from my taloned hands and encircled her. She writhed in both pain and pleasure until she could breathe no more, the fire finding its way into her naked longing. She rose from the ground, carried aloft by the flames, moaning and crying out to gods and goddesses long dead and long past caring.
Closing my hand, the fire receded and she tumbled to the ground. For many long moments she lay motionless within the shattered circle. Then, slowly, she began to move. She lifted her head and looked at me. I nodded. I had given her what she had summoned me for, only on terms she could not truly understand. I explained that, one day, I would return for full payment and, at that time, she would reimburse me for my journey or I would take back that which I had bestowed upon her. She nodded thanks, then sank back to the ground.
I turned, retrieved the ruined-encrusted mace that had fallen from my hands when I had first been summoned, then took flight again, clearing the ancient trees and soaring towards the heavens to once again take my place within the spaces between the stars.
I have not forgotten that night. And I recall it with renewed vigor now as I wheel through the ether towards her world, in search of that which is owed to me....
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