The Beginning of The Beginning

Just so everyone is on the same page as what's going on:
This is a blog written from a character's POV and about her life. I, Kiri Minney aka Kibykat, the writer, will from time to time, upload snippets of the story. Now the story is more R-rated than PG13, but i will not include any sexual scenes as its part of a larger story that is safely kept from children's reach. Blood, Gore, Violence, Sexual Innuendo and other things, but never full on sex. If you want that, you'll have to wait till its a published story. Sex is only free when its your own! ;) So, without much further ado, here is part of the beginning.

“When in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate”[1]

Sometimes, one can wonder when one’s life becomes a mystery surrounded by higher and more powerful mysteries. Mystery my ass, my mystery was how I ever came to be roommates with that black toting, teetotaler bitch who claimed to be Wiccan. But I’m getting ahead of myself here. You must be wonder why I’m cursing my freshman roomie from college…I’m certain you’re also questioning my sanity. But here’s the rub of the issue. I’m possessed by a Daemon and a powerful one at that. It’s not something I care to dwell on too much for too long. My daemon is quite nice to me. He was pissed at being brought here just as much as I was pissed at my roomie for summoning him. But when I walked in on her “little ceremony” only to find out I would end up being the sacrifice to her vanity, I was royally ticked.

I’m a Wiccan myself; well more like I’m a Magus, but it’s the 21^st century, not that many would know the difference. For me, seeing a Daemon summoned is anathema to who I am, or well, used to be. You see, it happened right around Ostara, or as the mundanes call it, First day of Spring. I was just returning from my late evening class when I walked in on the biggest surprise.

“Hello Tess! You’re just in time!” Lizzie said as she stared at me from the middle of the black chalk circle and symbols.

I starred in astonishment at our living room. Gone were the couch, the table, and the lamp; in the middle of the room was a circle with dark flames licking at the edges and a smoky scent of decay wafting through the air. I felt nauseated as I walked in and closed the door. I just couldn’t believe what I saw. Liz seemed like a normal, slightly misguided Wiccan when we started college last semester. A whole month away had changed something in her. I had never done any coven work with her, being from a group who do not like to mix with outsiders, but this had changed the whole game.

“Don’t be shy, come closer…you can step into the circle if you wish!” she laughed the last part.

“Oh, Lizzie…what are you doing?” I asked mournfully as I edged closer to the circle.

“Don’t you even think about bringing up any of your so-called “instinctive magic”, Tess. You couldn’t even hold a candle to what I am now. So don’t even try.”

I stopped and just starred. It was like looking at something that was once bright and shining; and then seeing the other side of the penny and all its corrosion. She was nude and glistening with sweat; from the working or from something else…I stopped as I noticed my dildo laying amongst a number of items that were all mine.

“You BITCH!” I gasped.

She had taken my hair brush, my favorite nightgown, a bottle of my expensive sea-salt body wash, and my dildo. And I knew she had used the dildo…it had her leftover juices all over it. I was pissed at this point. I mean, I could forgive her if she stopped right now and dismantled the circle with my help, but using my items to do whatever it was she was doing, fuck her. I could hear her laughing before I realized she was talking, but it wasn’t to me. She was looking into my black mirror; my expensive scrying mirror my priest brother had bought for me years ago.

“She’s here, you can have her soul if that’s to your liking, my Lord.” Lizzie said as she grinned evilly at me.

What the fuck…what in the flaming fuck had I stepped into. Lizzie had to be crazy; nothing could come out of my mirror, not even for me! I was completely flabbergasted. I watched as the mirror expanded in diameter, taking up half the circle. It was beyond anything I had seen. I was transfixed as I watched horns, then a head with glossy black hair and sharp, elven like ears and a face that was as handsome as it was ugly appear above the mirror surface. It’s head turned as its eyes starred at me, a smile tugging at its lips.

“My my my, what a pretty morsel, Lizabette. You’ve given me a rare treat.” It spoke as it pulled itself out of the mirror fully. A Daemon; a fully-fledged, beyond comparison, Daemon. I growled softly as it grinned more, showing a row of fangs. Goddess, it looked hungrily at me.

“Liz, what in the fucking hell is wrong with you!?” I yelled. I knew for a fact that no one else would hear this whole thing going down, since we had installed soundproofing foam on all the walls and doors.

Liz laughed, “Oh, that’s rich. You; asking me what’s wrong with me? Maybe it should be the other way around, what is wrong with you? You and your precious coven.” Her voice dripped with venom.

“You wouldn’t let me come with you for Mabon, and you refused to have me come with you for Samhain, so why would I think you cared about me? Why would I consider you even a witch if you wouldn’t let me join you at your coven’s rituals? Hmm? You hate me, so I feel like you shouldn’t get to enjoy anything when your such a hypocrite and liar.” She said before laughing again.

“My dear child, unlike your companion here, I harbor no ill will towards you.” The daemon said. I shivered at those words.

“Yes, but fuck you both. I refuse to be eaten, given up as a sacrifice, or even entertain you two with stories right now. I’m out.” I said, hoping that my own shielding would hold long enough to allow me to escape.

“I think not…”whispered the daemon.

I heard the lock click on the door then I watched as a shimmering gray and purple shield went up. I knew I was fucked then. I turned and closed my eyes, murmuring words of power my brother had taught me when I was young.

“Fevno, krisna, oh goddess Morigan, please come to my aid.” I whispered as I felt my power pooling into my hands, knowing I had a few seconds before it was complete.

“How cute, she thinks she can hurt you, Lord.” Liz said, cackling like one of those crones in a Disney movie.

The daemon shifted and I felt my mirror shatter. I whimpered as I opened my eyes to watch it advance to the edge of the circle. It was sweeping aside the chalk like it was nothing. Goddess above, would I even be able to go against it?! I channeled and dug deeper, trying to scrounge up a good tenth of my power to at least immobilize it long enough to unsummon it. I wondered what would happen if I told the cops I walked in to find Liz with some weird guy with full body tattoos swirling over him and a dagger in his hand, cause I knew that she would end up dead. I at least thought I might have a trump card…if I could remember how to merge.

“Child, I think you have had enough time to consider your own inadequacies.” It said as it turned towards Liz.

“Wait, I’m not your meal! She is!” Liz screamed as she pointed towards me, stepping back further from the mirror.

“You, my lovely idiot, brought me here, now to pay my price. I will kill you.” It reached out a hand…or what could be construed as a hand towards Liz and sunk its claws into her shoulder.

Liz’s eyes glazed over before she fainted. I guess she hadn’t thought this through when she decided to summon a daemon, but really, what a wussy to the end. The daemon leaned in and closed its mouth over hers, I had no clue what was happening. But I knew I had to try to escape now! I turned around and wiggled my fingers, enjoying the cool, wet felling of my magic floating on my hand. It always felt like that when I used it. I lifted my hand and tossed the magic at the shield as hard as I could. I hoped it would work. I closed my eyes as it hit the shield and a bright flare shot up. As the light died, I opened my eyes, looking at the still perfect shield.

“FUCK!” I stamped my foot, indignant at my predicament.

I heard laughter from behind me and turned slightly, looking at the Daemon over my shoulder as it dropped Liz.

“Oh, fuck off daemon.” I said.

It laughed more as it picked up my ritual dagger (did Liz have to steal most of her craft stuff from me tonight?!) and walked towards me again, the line partially blurred from it sweeping it away. I stepped further back and sighed. I knew I could merge but did I want to sell out? I finally remembered that merging was quite simple, but there really wasn’t any way to undo a merging that I knew of. I could just let myself die but I totally did not want my soul possessed. There wasn’t much more I could do, but the Daemon was finally moving out of the circle.

“My dear, I don’t want to eat you. You see, in the grand scheme of things, you’re what some would call a vessel. That…whore who dared to call me was just a ploy so I could get my hands on you, my darling. Many in the Underworld see you as the epitome of a female Magus, one who is the embodiment of what a being of great magic and skill should be. Although your still not a full Magus yet, you are still worthy.” It said as it stopped just outside the line.

I looked up, confused; “Wait, what? And anyway, just who are you…or well what are you…er…”

The Daemon shook as it laughed; its body not as ugly as I thought. So very humanoid in shape, but unlike humans it’s skin was blackish blue with dark red in some places. The wings were reddish black and almost feathery but with sharp angles like that of the prehistoric pterodactyls. The horns poking out from its long red tinted black hair were spiraled like a ram horn only thinner.

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[1] Shakespeare, William; Sonnet #29; 1593a.d.