The Adventures of
the Jade Dragon
Episode
9
The Jade Dragons Return
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Chapter
1 Demon
Magnus Krohler inscribed the last curve of the
lines of power. Carefully he
placed the red-stained brush in the glass jar containing the last of the
bulls blood. A creature
of power, he thought, to summon a being of
power.
He took a deep
breath. He was
ready. Every line, every sigil
was perfect; he had studied years to make them
so. Slowly he began the summoning,
speaking each arcane word of the ancient language with absolute
care.
It was a language that was long dead, known only
to the practitioners of the darkest magic and it was critical that he make
not the slightest error. Even
the smallest incorrect inflection would render the spell useless or even
worse allowed the being of power to escape the bonds of the
spell. Krohler suppressed a shudder
at that thought. No, there would
be no mistakes. He had studied
for years. His pronunciation
was perfect.
He gained confidence as he proceeded, enunciating
words, phrases, and sentences he had practiced for
years.
Gradually his voice rose,
gaining strength and power. In
the centre of the pentagram a light began to glow and the temperature of
the already cool basement room began to
drop.
In spite of the cool air sweat beaded Krohlers
brow. He continued the spell,
his words rising and falling in a sonorous
chant. The glow was now a sphere
of light the size of a football, and so bright that he could barely stand
to look at it. A sulphurous smell
filled the air; the sphere grew expanding until it was over a yard
across. A strange hissing sound
filled the air.
Krohler concentrated his
mind. It was imperative that
nothing distract him form his purpose.
If the chant faltered or he made the slightest error the spell would
collapse with drastic consequences.
The hiss was now a roar, the stench of brimstone
so strong that he could barely breathe, and the sphere had expanded to the
edge of the pentagram. There
it stopped and began to elongate, stretching until it was over eight feet
tall. Krohler continued the chant,
his voice increasing in strength.
The glowing object changed becoming vague humanoid, and then suddenly
blazed with a light so intense that Krohler had to close his
eyes. However, he was prepared
for the event, his voice did not falter as he reached the culmination of
the spell.
Beast of darkness, he concluded, I
summon you.
The light shimmered, coalesced, and condensed
into a monstrous form. It was
manlike, stood about seven feet tall and was the perfect incarnation of a
demon, from the six-inch horns that crowned its head, to its cloven hoofs,
deep red skin, and clawed hands. It
was completely nude and so massively male that Krohler felt distinctly
uncomfortable.
Who dares calls me? the demon demanded,
its voice filling the basement with
sound.
It is I, Magnus Krohler, and
you will do my bidding.
The demon made as if to move toward him, but halted
as if it had struck a wall.
The spell binds you to me, Krohler
said. You must do what
I ask.
The demon roared, its clawed hands striking at
the invisible barrier. You
cannot hold me!
I can, Krohler said calmly, trying
to ignore that rabbit beating of his
heart. My spell binds you
to me. I can hold you here for
all time unless you do my bidding.
Once again the demon made as if to escape, but
the invisible bonds held him.
Krohler smiled. He was
beginning to feel more confident.
The demon screamed in anger and then subsided into absolute
calm. What would you have
me do? it asked.
Krohler breathed a sigh of
relief. He had him; he had the
demon. Soon he would be powerful
beyond imagination. He opened
his mouth to make his first demand.
He didnt see the rat that scuttled from
one side of the basement to the other.
But the demon did. It
was an especially bold and well-fed rat; one that would have given any ordinary
cat a real battle. It ran across
the bloody inscriptions Krohler had painted on the floor and began to lap
at the blood.
The demon laughed even as Krohler formulated his
first demand. The sound was more
horrifying than the creatures shouts of
rage.
Why do you laugh? Krohler
asked. You are
mine. You have to do my
bidding.
The demon laughed
again. The rat continued to
feed. Krohler suddenly felt the
spell weaken. He glanced at the
pentagram and his eyes went wide with
horror. No! he
screamed. He lunged for the
rat. He was too late.
The demons laugh became
triumphant. Krohler had time
for just one last shriek of terror before the demon tore him
apart.
The demon,
Azz
Garul, licked the last of Krohlers blood from its
lips. It had been a long time
since it had savoured human flesh, but now it was free, summoned from its
nether world into the world of life.
There were thousands to feed upon, and more important thousands to
enjoy. He had not experienced
the pleasures of the flesh for millennia.
He would make up for that now.
A sound behind him caused him to
turn. His golden eyes widened
slightly in surprise. So
you made it through as well, he
said. Very
well. I will allow you to accompany
me. Go about your
business. I expect you will find
this world most enjoyable.
With a hiss the creature scuttled away. The demon smiled. He could sense the presence around him of thousands of souls. There were more than enough to satisfy him and his sexually charged companion.
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