» Part I: Preface
To summon a demon is to assume full responsibility for its actions.
It is by all means something that should not be done without careful thought and consideration, and even then, if there is absolutely any doubt in your mind, I strongly suggest abandoning the entire prospect. You should probably abandon it anyway, although I know you won't. You must have picked up this book for a reason, after all, and it's precisely for your kind of people that I wrote it.
Within these pages lies the information that you seek-- the notes from my years of studying; all of my experiments; everything I've learned and accomplished-- all wrapped into a memoir and carrying a warning as plain as day. It is my intention that if you do insist on summoning, you are at least better prepared than I was.
For a long while after my (questionable) success, I avoided writing such a text, fearing that others would simply use its instruction to curse themselves to the same fate I have. However, it occurred to me that I was not the only man to successfully summon a demon, and that there must certainly be other, albeit terribly rare, texts floating about that could easily give the same instruction as I. Therefore, I deigned to write my own experiences down, in hopes that it may at least help you to realize the magnitude of an action such as summoning an otherworldly being-- demon or otherwise.
And it is on this note that I begin my book.
» Part II: Excerpts
Excerpt I: Misconceptions
Demons have always been my passion.
They completely fascinate me-- they always have. I find their otherworldliness alluring; their sheer power fascinating; their diverse morphology and characteristics stunning; and, of course, their reliance on servitude... well, tempting. It has always been my greatest desire to summon a demonic servant of my own; one I could study and experiment on to my heart's content. The thought of ruling something so much more powerful than I, a mere mortal... it makes my very soul quiver with delight. It is all I've ever wanted, and all I've ever strived for.
Unfortunately, after years of studying and expermenting with methods and proceedures that might finally lead me to my goal, I've achieved it. The creature I so longed to summon, to own, has finally been called to me. The summoning circle was drawn perfectly, the recitation of the chant was spot on, and the entire ritual went (almost) exactly as planned.
However, I was wrong about three things, which I will explain in further entries:
- No amount of preparation is ever enough.
- The summoning circle is used for much more than ushering demons into our world.
- Demons were not, are not, and never will be naturally submissive creatures.
Excerpt II: The Demon
How ironic that my greatest triumph would also be my greatest failure.
It took me two days to complete the summoning circle. I first drew the symbols out in chalk upon the floor of my attic, and continued to edit them until they had reached perfection. It was a circle of my own design; simply building it on paper had taken years of research and hundreds of drafts. It's important to note that any slight mistake in a summoning circle's design could easily ruin the entire product. For example, if one's intention was to summon a frost demon, yet one of the encompassing runes was smudged even slightly during the circle's preparation, one could end up summoning an entirely different creature-- perhaps one far more dangerous than expected.
This is why I took utmost care in preparing my own circle; if all went well, I would be summoning a fog demon-- a creature rarely summoned, on which there was hardly any literature whatsoever. Confident in my learning and my ability to control such a beast, and finally having finished constructing the circle, I made a cut across my palm and pressed the wound to the induction rune; the one nearest to me which would pull my blood throughout the entire circle and unseal its power.
My memory of the actual moment of summoning is a bit blurry. The procedure took much more blood than I anticipated, leaving me quite dizzy and somewhat sick to my stomach. The circle absorbed my blood, and began to glow quite harshly. I remember wishing I'd done this in the basement, where there were no windows, concerned about what my neighbors might think if they saw my attic fill with such a light. That only lasted a few moments, however, before a thick, choking fog began to fill the room and the glowing faded substantially.
Excited to see the product of my work, I glanced to the center of the circle to face my demon. Much to my disappointment, I saw absolutely nothing but the same fog that was filling the room. This is when I made my first mistake-- I shifted my bloodied hand from the induction rune to push myself upright without lifting it up and off the rune first, thereby smudging it and tainting the circle.
Perhaps now would be an appropriate time to explain the significance of summoning circles. Not only are they, in essence, a gateway used to pull demons from their world into ours, they also act as a sort of barrier. The summoned demon is trapped within the interior of the circle until it's broken by breaking one of the lines, smudging it, or otherwise deforming it. This particular property gives the summoner ample opportunity to assert dominance over the demon in question, and once dominance is attained, in the case of demons, it is strictly observed by the subservient party. Therefore, if one summons a demon and quickly asserts dominance over it, it is bound to the role of a servant, and the summoner then retains full control over the creature.
However, unfortunately for myself, despite my not seeing anything in the circle when I had previously looked, there was indeed a demon within it. I had overlooked the possibility that a fog demon could appear as just that-- fog. As soon as I broke the circle, it rushed me, appearing as nothing more than a terrible, twisted face within the mist.
Although it didn't actually make contact with me, I faltered backwards and fell to the ground in an attempt to avoid it. It lurched over me then; arms grew out of the mist to rest on the floor on either side of me, thick, black, almost heavy looking fog rolling out of its grinning mouth. Dark pits with glowing yellow centers bore smilingly into my own, only inches from my face. I was short of breath, not only from fear, but also from the choking fog swirling about the room.
We stared at each other for a few long moments before it finally broke the silence. Bringing its face even closer to my own, so that the bridges of our noses and foreheads were touching (I was surprised to find the creature to be very solid, despite its gaseous appearance), it hissed, "Thanks," which caused even more of the thick mist to roll out of its fanged mouth, adding to the now oppresive atmosphere of the attic.
And with that, it swirled all of its fog about its body and shot out the window like nothing I'd ever seen before, leaving shattered glass littered across my attic floor.
Excerpt III: The Aftermath
The demon appeared in my living room a few mornings after.
I hadn't slept well since the summoning-- I suppose I had been wallowing in my failure-- and it startled me when I stepped down the stairs and saw it slumped in my favorite chair. It had taken a form that looked startlingly similar to myself, although grey in color, and appeared enitrely solid save for the wispy nature of its hair and a small amount of mist about its feet.
Unsure of what exactly to do, I simply ignored the creature. I passed through the living room and into the kitchen to prepare myself breakfast, and once I had finished eating, I brought the leftovers to the creature on a plate and placed it down on the arm of the chair. I figured it might be more likely to eat once I had left, so I turned to move back upstairs and leave it in peace.
Much to my surprise, as soon as my fingers left the plate, it lifted it and devoured every bit of food on the plate before dropping and shattering it. Following this, it simply stared at me, and I stared back. I found myself irritated with the creature. It was regarding me as an equal, even though I should have been the one in charge. Almost as soon as I thought this, it swirled back into a ball of mist and escaped under the front door, leaving me with an empty chair and a broken plate.
It took a long while for our 'relationship' to grow into anything substantial. I eventually began refering to it as 'Mimic,' and it seemed to accept this name and almost answer to it. It only appeared in my home when it was injured or tired, it seemed, and, feeling responsible for the creature, I couldn't help but care for it. Despite the fact that its activites outside of my home appeared to consist of it wreaking havoc about town, and eventually it became apparent that I was the one thought to be behind the destruction (possibly due to its similarity to me), I continued to tend to it whenever needed.
Of course, this is not to say that we were anywhere near friendly to each other. I had to be very careful around the creature, as it would occassionally lash out at me when I got too close. Other times, it would all but destroy the inside of my house and leave me to pick up the mess. The fact that I cared for Mimic should not be mistaken for fondness-- it was something I did because it was my responsibility. The demon was-- is-- a terrible burden, but until my research on methods for un-summoning is successful, it appears I'm stuck with it.
» Part III: Lessons
Lesson I: The Summoning Circle
» About the Author
Name: Julius Rounx
Hair: Grey-brown; long and wavy. Partially tied in the back, but it's hardly noticeable unless you happen to be standing directly behind him due to his hair's unruly curls.
Eyes: Dark brown.
General Appearance: Rounx is tall, a trait that becomes even more apparent by the way in which he tends to hold himself; back straight, shoulders squared, and chin up. Although slender in build, he is a fairly sturdy Kyrii-- it takes a fair bit to knock him to the ground. He is not dreadfully conspicuous when compared to others of his color and species; he has soft pink fur, a cream belly, and violet wings. Although he hides them, he has many scars carved into the palms of his hands; a trait associated with his art. Generally, he dresses in the garb of a professor; button-up blouses and brown or black slacks, often with a thin bow tied about his neck and his reading glasses tucked carefully into his chest pocket.
Personality: Although a well-learned man, Rounx is not cultured in the traditional sense. His interests lie far outside the sphere of how to behave in the company of a lady and how to enjoy refined music and literature. He is a scientist at heart, and although his financial situation is what many would consider fortunate, he prefers a life of hard work over one of idle chatter and social functions. Considered a hermit by many, he generally prefers to be surrounded by his books rather than people, as books tend to contain much more useful knowledge than people do. Despite this, he is not particularly unfriendly-- he just happens to come across as such because he's usually rather caught up in his own thoughts. He may be a bit full of himself, but that's only because he happens to be generally knowledgeable about things, so he's never caught in the awkward position of going into anything blind.
HistoryJulius Rounx was fortunate enough to be born into a relatively wealthy family. He had two siblings, both elder sisters, with whom he never got along, even in his early childhood. They spent much of their time practicing their 'ladylike' behavior and devoting their lives to learning how to become good, proper women who would make their rich future husbands very happy, just as their parents expected. Even at a young age, Julius felt nothing but disdain for this sort of plastic wealthy lifestyle, but despite his personal feelings on the matter, he too was subjected to the education (both mental and behavioral) of the higher class.
He always enjoyed his studies; particularly history. His personal tutor was a very well-traveled man, and was always willing to tell him of the strange things he'd seen in far off lands and show him various artifacts. Over time, Julius grew rather close to his tutor, and eventually he decided to devote the three years of personal studies he was allowed once he'd completed the required curriculum to history. During this time, he traveled the world with his tutor, learning of cultures and languages he'd never even heard of before. He read ancient texts bound to the most prestigious of museums, explored ruins, and mingled with both the learned and the underprivelaged.
It was during this study period that he came across his first demon text-- an aged book tucked away in the back of some foreign library. After reading it, he became rather intrigued by the concept of demons, and over the years, that intrigue turned to obsession. He collected every book, pamphlet, or old scribbled in notebook concerning demons that he could find, until eventually he amassed a rather hefty collection. By the time he reached his mid-twenties, having long since departed from his old tutor's company, he inherited his parents' house. This gave him a quiet, secluded place in which to continue his study of demons, which is how he obsessively spent the next few years of his life.
He became something of a hermit, only leaving his home to buy groceries or other neccessary items. Despite this, and the constant whispering of his neighbors, he eventually became a well respected member of the community. On the rare occassions that he did socialize with others, it was clear that he was a very well traveled, learned man-- the younger members of the community eventually took to calling him 'the mad professor,' since very few of them knew, or cared to know, his actual name.
At the age of 32 he summoned his first demon. It refused to obey him and eventually began running amok, taking the form of a kyrii that looked very similar to Rounx. The demon-- who Julius eventually took to calling 'Mimic'-- did whatever it wanted, which mosty involved wreaking havoc throughout town. Due to its similarity to Rounx, and its knack for never letting anyone get a good glimpse of it, rumors began that the kyrii had finally snapped and was becoming a danger to society.
Even now, Mimic continues to ruin his reputation, wreaking havoc wherever it pleases. Despite the emnity between them, though, Rounx still feels largely responsible for the creature, and it seems to show some vague loyalty to him. Whenever it manages to get itself injured, it usually shows up in his house, and he harbors it until it recovers.
Rounx is currently looking into any possible ways to 'un-summon' a demon. He's nowhere near finding a viable solution that doesn't involve simply killing the creature, but he figures since it only took 30 years of his life to get this far, at most it should take him another 30 to reach his next goal-- and he's a patient man.
AquaintancesParents, sister, mimic, etc, etc
» Portrait Gallery
Being a fairly affluent member of society, I've recieved various gifts capturing my likeness. Since I don't much enjoy decorating my home with, well, myself, I've gathered them all together in one place. Feel free to browse, but keep your hands to yourself!
Bind with ash and bind with dust.
Make you, match you, call and catch you,
Heed my will and words you must.
Touch you, trace you, now I face you,
Turn as well and do the same.
Found you, fought you, bound and brought you,
Your servitude I claim.
- Binding spell by Nees (quidest)!
And then, of course, there are the... erm, "art" pieces that my dear owner has made of me. I collect them here with the more impressive pieces largely to keep them out of the way... but also to preserve some feelings.