*Warning! Contains non-consensual sex.*
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Diana was a witch and she coveted power. Power over things, people, and possible reality itself. She craved power not for any good reasons, but simply to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She was tired of relying on other witches to cast powerful spells, having to decide as a group what to do and why. It was time to go out on her own, and there was only one way to get the power she needed.
The kitchen was just big enough to embark on this journey for power. Diana had set to work weeks ago carving a circle into the floor of her kitchen. Her landlord would have a fit if he ever saw it. The most expensive part about all this was buying and melting down all the silver she needed. Once the circle was carved perfectly into the floor, she carefully poured molten silver into the circle. It took days for it to be perfect, always finding small imperfections.
More than a month after starting, she finally had the kitchen ready. The circle was perfect and she had all the things she needed for the summoning. Diana knew that the summoning would be stressful, so she dressed comfortably. Her bright red hair was tied back; the end of her pony tail brushing the straps of the sports bra that barely restrained her large breasts. Black leggings were like a second skin over her long legs and small pert ass. As always, at home, she was barefoot.
A rapid heartbeat could almost be heard as it pounding against her ribs. She was nervous but confident. Most of the candles and sacred instruments laid around were only there to help her focus, not actually necessary for the summoning. All she needed was the proper incantation and bait.
Inside the circle was a clay jar. She had made the jar herself after enchanting the raw clay. It was designed to hold a human soul. The jar contained the soul of a young girl, a small sacrifice for the power she was after. She felt bad for killing the girl, but she had to, as souls were the only thing guaranteed to draw in the creature she was after.
An ancient incantation, that sounded weird coming from her human mouth, resonated through the kitchen. The air around her grew thick and the symbols she carved into the silver began to flow red with resistance. Black smoke began to curl up around the jar and then spread out testing the circle. The spell carved into the circle created a bubble of power, keeping the smoke inside.
Spell having been tested, the smoke started to gather and slowly took form. Standing in the circle was something barely humanoid. The creature was just over seven feet tall. Long silver hair parted around thick white horns curving back along the skull with its hair. The face was stern, solid black eyes set in a face of dark grey with blood red designs seemingly carved into the flesh. Its body was lean but appeared to be carved out of solid stone, every muscle defined. Only black leather pants covered what was an impressive display of physical prowess.
Diana's ears hurt when the creature inside the circle spoke. "What have you summoned me here for human? Why do you bait a trap for a creature far outside your limited understanding?"
