The insistent sound of the alarm invades my sleep, forcing me to wake up. As soon as I turn it off, the murmur of the city's everyday life reaches me, the comings and goings of people heading to their daily duties. Last night I slept exceptionally well and upon waking, a sense of freshness takes hold of me. In an act of morning indulgence, I consider gifting myself a few moments of pleasure before getting up. The first glimpses of dawn flood my room, and a glance at the clock confirms I have plenty of time.
I throw off the sheets that cover me and start to indulge in lustful, forbidden thoughts. My fingers begin to explore my moistened intimacy as my body writhes in response. My imagination often feeds on websites dedicated to erotic stories or illustrations portraying sensual scenes from past or future eras, a fetish I have always maintained. Today, my mind is flooded with various sinful fantasies. I discard ideas of robots, aliens... until I finally settle on something magical and demonic, something outrageously impure. That's it! The pleasure inside me intensifies, the mundane noise fades into oblivion, and my thoughts focus on a mysterious book of black magic.
It's a book I sought for a long time. I aim to summon a demon from ancient Babylon, the god of the underworld and lord of the dead, Daromath, the epitome of corruption itself. Others have sought the same book to burn it, thus freeing the world from possible ties with humanity's ancient enemy, but not me... I have other plans.
I bare myself before the perverse artifact and begin to chant some words. Astonishing sounds come out of my mouth; there is nothing human in them; these ancient curses of corruption and filth tear the walls of the dimension, quite literally, and with joy and sick desperation, I see a green and rotten light grow like a black and unfathomable shape of tentacles and eyes, inflamed and throbbing, spilled, like vomit coming out of a mouth into our reality.
For a moment that seems eternal, I look at the form I have before me, and although there is no mouth, a voice shakes the foundations of my mind.
"Mortal female, ungainly and weak, I am what I am, Daromath, lord of disease, death, decay, and corruption. Behold, I have answered your call. However, my power is contained only within this circle."
With my mouth agape, the overwhelming power of that being seems almost incomprehensible to my mind, but now, this is the part where I can demand what I desire. Immobilized in the summoning circle, he will be able to do nothing, unless I break it.
"Daromath, I, Adrena, have summoned you into my world, which I will give to you. But first I desire a pact."
The being's eyes flash light, and then it speaks:
"A pact with you will be celebrated, Adrena, mortal of the Earth. I will give you what you desire. In exchange for your desire, you will break this wretched circle, so that I may grow like cancer in all that lives, until this planet is nothing more than shadow and void, eternally dead. What do you desire more than anything? Power? Wealth? Eternal youth?"
My heart quivers at the magnitude of the proposal. Although my body trembles at the idea of dying, I feel that I cannot renounce what I desire.
"What I desire... I know what I desire is not possible, right?"
The being looks at me; it is the first time it truly pays me attention.
