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***Chapter Two***
Dion shot up into a sitting position to look around himself. An action that he immediately regretted as a sharp pain tore through his head like someone was trying to split his head open with an ax. The pain was so intense that he barely felt it as he fell back onto the bed and let out a groan of pain. Dion had more than once been beaten into unconsciousness by Keith and his gang, as such when he felt himself regaining consciousness, his first thought was that Keith and his friends were probably still around. Hence his sharp reaction. As he lay there in excruciating agony, however, memories of what had actually happened had come to him in flashes.
When he had begun to chant the summoning incantation recorded in the book, he had felt like an absolute idiot. Apart from the fact that what he was doing probably wouldn't work, there was the fact of his oral injuries and his swollen tongue which left him butchering half the words he was pronouncing. In the middle of the incantation, however, the patterns he'd drawn on the ground had begun to emit an ominous red glow. Dion's heart had begun to race as he felt his room be flooded with a strange, almost suffocating power. Part of him had been consumed by fear as it suddenly struck him that he was indeed summoning a demon. For a split second, Dion had almost stopped, but then, the image of Keith and his friends had fleeted through his mind and his resolve had turned to steel.
He had gone on chanting the summoning incantation for another minute before things started to go wrong. When the book had spoken of soul energy, Dion had thought it was some esoteric concept that was akin to willpower or something like that. When a white fog-like substance had started to leave his body and sink into the summoning circle that he'd drawn on the floor, he'd realized just how mistaken he was. Every second of incantation had felt like an eternity as his soul energy have begun to leave him. He, however, had been engulfed by a feeling of dread like he'd never known before. Part of him had instinctively known that if he stopped chanting, the summoning would fail and no demon would come. The summoning circle, however, wouldn't stop draining him until he was just a husk on the floor.
As such, Dion had fought through the incredible fatigue that he felt and continued to chant to the best of his ability. A minute later, however, it had dawned on him that whether he finished the chant or not, he would die. He had lost too much of his soul energy already and still more of it was coming out. He had felt the urge to smile bitterly as he realized that even in his death, he had failed to get even with his tormentors. At this point, it would have been all too easy to give up and stop chanting. Dion, however, had never been one to give up easily. He simply didn't know how to. Even when it landed him in more trouble than giving up would, Dion would always push through to the end of whatever challenges lay before him. As such, in that moment, Dion had unconsciously decided that he wouldn't die from a failed summon. If he had to die, he would see to it that he left behind a parting gift for the cruel world that had driven him to this fate. A monster to terrorize them just as much as they had done to him.
"You would have failed!"
The words were spoken in a cold and callous tone of voice. Dion, however, barely even noticed it. Instead, a strange reaction took over his body. If Dion had been a cat, he would have doubled in size from all his fur standing on ends. Even as a human every hair on his body was standing on ends in reaction to that voice. It, however, wasn't fear that Dion was feeling. Instead, it was arousal so intense that it almost felt like his blood had been completely replaced by hormones. Almost instantly, his dick rose to full mast. And from what he was feeling, Dion doubted it would go down any time soon. So intense was his arousal, that even the pain he'd been suffering just a second before, had completely faded and been pushed to the back of his mind.
"Oh, sorry," The voice once again resounded. This time, however, the reaction by Dion's body wasn't as strong. "It's been a while," I forgot how feeble human minds are," She said with an air of superiority.
Dion opened his eyes to find a smiling Lythia seated in the corner of the room on a chair that Dion was sure hadn't been there before. It took every last ounce of willpower that Dion could muster to keep himself from jumping off the bed and pouncing on the one that had spoken. She wasn't human, that much was evident at first glance, and yet, Dion knew that no human woman would ever evoke the same kind of reaction in him that the one before her was eliciting from his body. Everything about her screamed sex.
From her darker than night hair and lips, to the swell of her bossom with was bare and on proud display for him. The two orbs on her chest seemed to defy gravity despite their humongous size. She was currently seated cross-legged which hid her pussy from view. Still, from the way her hips flared out in a delectable way, Dion couldn't help but think that if someone held a gun to his head and ordered him not to look at her ass as she walked away, he would die a happy man. The fact that all of her skin was a fiery red color, didn't take away from her beauty or sex appeal in the slightest. On her forehead, just below her hairline, two horns rose and curved backward in a half-moon shape. Her vibrant purple-colored eyes studied him with just as much interest as he was doing her.
On his part, Dion wasn't anything to write home about. He was an inch shy of six feet, standing at five feet eleven inches. His flame-red hair had always contrasted nicely with his deep jade green eyes. His face had always been on the edge of cute but never quite crossing over into sexy. Dion had been slightly chubby when he was younger. But between the stress of having drug addicts as parents, moving to a high crime neighborhood, and the fact that meals were not always certain in his house, he had very quickly burned through that childhood fat and turned into a string bean, tall but with barely any muscle to speak of.
Despite her soul-piercing gaze, a smile was playing on Lythia's lips. After she'd had some time to think about it. She'd gotten over her initial anger and annoyance at being wrongfully summoned in the place of some lesser demon. If anything, the more she thought about it, the happier she found herself with the situation. Given her absence from the human realm for the last five hundred millennia, whatever coven her brother had put together was sure to be orders of magnitude stronger than any coven that would summon her. Being summoned by a coven as she had initially expected to, would have been disadvantageous to her as it would have been far easier for her brother's coven to find her. Even now, Lythia was sure that her brother's coven had been ordered to scour the entire planet for whatever coven it was that had summoned her.
