Talabrina Do`Und was the first daughter of the House Do`Und and High Priestess of the Goddess Lloth and she took a great deal of pride in her cruel sadistic nature. It was this same nature that brought her slender form dressed in the long black coverings of a priestess into the summoning room. Her small ebon feet were bare and silent upon the stone as the black silk slit up to both hips fluttered softly between her firm thighs. She wasn't tall a mere five foot three inches but every inch of her frame was packed with well toned muscle. She had long soft white hair that cascaded in a fall of curls down her back to dance over her slender thighs. Her firm high breasts ample upon her frame were tucked into a brazier like top the rounded globes covered in a soft silver metal depicting the black widow of her house. She wore settled around her small swaying hips a slim silver belt that dangled a whip upon one hip and a pair of ivory handled daggers upon her other hip.
She wouldn't need her weapons for this summoning because she was summoning a Yochlol demon to do her bidding this evening. As a High Priestess with the Goddess' blessing the demons would not dare disobey her command. She slowly pushed open the door stepping lightly into the black stone room and lit a single candle giving the only light her sensitive eyes would need. Once inside the room she closed the door behind her barring it against interruption she let her deep crimson eyes scan the circle etched into the floor and smiled in satisfaction having no doubt that it was perfect. Slowly her light steps carried her deeper into the room and she stepped inside the circle crouching down to inspect the brazier that would be used for the summoning as she chanted a small spell to light it she rose to her feet and stepped swiftly over to the altar with an evil smirk upon her face.
As she picked up the spell scroll she had no idea that her younger sister had not only planted a slight imperfection in the circle but had also changed the spell just enough to summon something besides a handmaiden of their goddess. Slowly she set the candles upon the altar and then turned to face the circle holding the scroll open in her hands her eyes trailed over it not noticing the slight change. She cocked one slender hip letting the thin black material of her priestess coverings to slide against her well toned thigh. She lifted the scroll before her letting the soft glow of the candles fall upon the page and the words she would read. As the light played over the archaic words she began the chant softly and slowly pulling in the power to cast the summoning. Her soft melodic voice rose in cadence as she spoke the words slowly letting the spell gain life as she wove the magic around her to summon the hand maiden of the Goddess. Her soft melodic voice rose in cadence as the power of the summoning rose around her setting her long white curls to dancing upon an unseen breeze.
As the spell reached its cusp the brazier set in the center of the circle flared to life opening the gateway to the nine hells to allow the summoned to enter the primal plane. She was lost in the power of the spell and did not notice when on black furred leg set its foot upon the stone floor nor did she notice the three headed beast that emerged. It wasn't until the spell reached its end and her voice trailed off into silence that she realized what had entered the circle was not a handmaiden but the Guardian of Hell's Gates, Cerberus.
When her deep crimson eyes drank in the sight of the beast she snarled in frustration tossing the spell to the table behind her. He stood in the center of the protection circle a large half man half dog covered in a fine black skin that shimmered softly in the light of fire behind him. All three heads were directed at her almost as if trying to stare her down. Upon his face and chest seemed to be strange markings like tattoos in blue and rings in both nipples. He wore on each arm what appeared to be some sort of bracer with chains that dangled from each. There were also chains that seemed to run across his chest from each arm and collar. This was not what the summoning should have brought her and she was in no mood for a battle of wills with the three headed dog man. Her voice dipped into a low deadly tone that dripped ice and venom when she spoke arching a single brow at the demon as she turned back toward the altar.
