Reverse-Summoning
I was closing the door to the henhouse when the ground ate me.
Red lines of light spiraled about my feet, and I immediately felt myself start to sink in. Dern it. I managed to reach out and lock the hens up in the coup, before the cold earth filled my senses, and darkness swallowed my view of the farm.
Expecting to feel suffocation, I found I could somehow manage ragged breaths. Could I still move? I placed the warm eggs I was holding into my suspender pocket. Ayup.
A dim red glow appeared at my feet, blossoming into a yawning void. I fell through it, landing on a floor in a heap. I rolled into a sitting position, checking myself. The eggs were unharmed, at least. I seemed fine—perhaps my large form and extra padding had smoothed the landing.
This place I found myself did not look quite as fine. A lake of fire stretched before me, molten rock bubbling and churning up in burning pillars. Winged figures sailed over the flames, while dark silhouettes shimmered and swarmed on an ashen shore.
I wiped my brow with my kerchief. Geez. Aw heck. This was heck. This is what I get for stealing Lou Ann's cheese sticks in the third grade.
A sharp voice cracked from my left. "-and 99 souls by Tuesday. Don't mess this up again, Dierdrelion. I know you're a pathetic dog, but at least try not to show it."
The voice came from a mirror, in which the head of a giant fly hissed and buzzed at the young women standing away from me, who was nodding along to the reprimands. Ebony wings stretched from her shoulder blades, ending in pale spikes not unlike the ivory horns curving from her head. Steam spilled from bare feet, and steamed from the corner of her frowning lips. She was picking at the skin on her thumb.
"Er-yes, Lord Beelzebub. 99 more seductions. And with whips, I promise." Her voice was low and elegant, like Godiva chocolate in the wrapper. But when she turned and saw me, she squealed in a much higher pitched tone.
"Ahah! My summoning worked! You are trapped here human, doomed within my lair." She seemed a little surprised.
I looked around. The platform of obsidian stone, suspended hundreds of feet above lava was impressive, if a bit bare on furnishing. "Very nice lair, miss."
She coughed. "Eh-hem." Then she placed her hands on her hips. I became very aware that she was only wearing some sort of punk lingerie, with a lot of black leather and metal straps that barely covered anything. I tried to be respectful-like and focus on her elbows.
She drew close to me, running a hand along my shoulder and beard. "I am Dierdrelion, succubus and devil. Surely, you must be terrified." She seemed almost hopeful.
I got to my feet. I felt a little embarrassed. First, she'd obviously put a lot of effort into putting this whole show together, and I wasn't prepared. Hadn't known I'd be spending time in hell this evening. Honestly, I was also feeling a little self-conscious with my body. I didn't really feel proud of it in the best of times, and I didn't like the way my suspenders hugged my belly.
"Uh, yes ma'am. A very scary hell you've got here." I took off my cap, and pointed to the rack of saws and whips by the mirror. "I quite like yer tool bench that you've got. You do much construction?"
She blinked owlishly. "Uh. Yeah-Yes!" She picked up a saw, edges blunt and jagged. "We shall have all sorts of
fun
together, with this..." She thumbed the blade, somehow not getting cut.
I moved to examine it with her. "I see ya. 3'' gauge, dual handle. You got yer lumber?" I didn't see any lumber. Damn. Was I supposed to have brought it?
Her winks beat in agitation. "Uh, no. Not construction." She flew over to a large, black sheeted bed. "Prepare, uh, prepare yourself... man. For, for your body may be handsome and soft, and very inviting..." she glanced at me, then glanced away. "But I am a succubus, and when I finish seducing you, nothing will be left. Because you'll be dead. From the fucking."
My cheeks flooded. Seduce? That was rather forward.
A harsh wind blew, and I stumbled to the edge of the bed. She brought up her hands to my suspenders. "Yes, I will drain the essence from you just, as soon as I... uh." The buttons were giving her trouble. "Fuck, just a sec. Got it."
All too soon, I was there in my birthday suit in front of this very sweet demon lady. I felt petrified with anxiety. But I wasn't the only one. Was she... trembling? "Ma'am? You doen' all right?"
And then she was bawling. Large sloppy tears all down her cheeks, streams of snot from the nose. "
Ok
you're not supposed to ask me that! I'm seducing you for devilssake! I,
oh fuck
