The moon hung full in a night sky full of stars and the impotent wails of a dejected, inebriated, and naked youth. It wasn't his best look, but appearances were the last thing on Shu's mind as he scowled at his hastily spray-painted summoning runes on the mostly clean cement floor of his musty basement in the rented hovel, he called a home.
Downing another mouthful of his second bottle of Daniel Jack's Whiskey, a small part of his mind had to admit he did a damn good job even with his fingers shaking with rage. Then again, he was probably one of the best god's damn mage in the Collegium Arcana. Not, that it was worth a damn anyway, he thought, downing another mouthful before dashing the bottle against his basement's wall.
"Fucking bitch," he muttered, grabbing another bottle as he plodded over to one of his many grimoires. The Libra Avoca, much like everything he'd inherited from his absentee parents was antediluvian, bound with glistening black leather, and brimming with enough magic to power a small town.
Using the information from a book that was essentially a priceless museum piece to summon a creature that was pretty much a demonic cock-sleeve, wasn't his best idea, but it was better than invoking some damnable curse or killing the arseholes, no matter how much he wanted to.
Downing another mouthful and feeling the amber liquid warm his empty stomach, he shook off the thought.
They weren't worth it, besides, at least this way, he'd at least get something out of it. After all, what was the point of...
He took another swig, drowning the thought before nicking his thumb on the ancient grimoire's edge.
Scarlet ichor beaded on his injured digit, the summoning circle lay ready, and the archaic yellowed pages before him whispered and writhed with promises of power, if he'd only turn their pages and call out.
He scowled, downed another mouthful, doing his best to steel the roiling sea of emotions that was his will and focused on the stained page in front of him.
A lithe, raven-haired woman with molten eyes and ample curves was painted on the page, the hint of a sultry smile on her beautiful face and her body posed unabashedly for all the see.
His dick twitched, nodded with a grunt, and pressed his bloody thumb into the arcane circle inscribed into the page.
Magic and pain flared, interlacing their inky tendrils up his digit and up his arm before plunging into his flesh.
It burned.
He screamed.
The circle lit-up and every fiber of his being writhed with agonized tension as his mana was greedily devoured.
A waterfall of sensations and thoughts cascaded through his mind, breaking the brittle iron of his addled will, sobering him up in an instant.
"It was..."
He screamed.
The spray-painted circle thrummed, flared, and bathed everything in blinding light before winking out a heartbeat later.
Shu gasped, crumbling to his knees as the tendrils buried in his arm let go, leaving him panting and most definitely out of mana. The air stunk of burnt paper and electric ozone. His basement was eerily quiet, save for his haggard breaths, and the occasional drip of his leaky faucet.
He knelt there, steadying his breath for what must have been an eternity, expecting something to happen. Nothing did.
The containment runes and contingency wards he'd carved into the dank basement over the years must have kicked in, banishing whatever he was probably going to summon on accident. Good thing to, because at his current level he had no way of actively banishing something from another realm of existence, and with sobriety exerting its pull, another thought flittered through his brain.
"Summoning a succubus was probably..."
A light flared, magic coalesced, and like a candle wick the circle was once more brimming with light.
"Well..."
The words were barely out of his mouth when the gathering magic exploded and a dimensional fissure the height of a man and the width of a finger appeared in the middle of his circle.
It shuddered, rippling as it stretched, warping, and expanding each moment it remained active. A bony hand the size of a dinnerplate with blackened fingernails emerged from the fissure, ripping through the breech like cling film. Another moment later three more hands broke out from the portal, gripping its spatial boarders, stretching it out to the size of a dining table.
Shu knelt, frozen with dumbfounded awe and utter incomprehension. Even if he had the mana, the amount of power radiating from the creature dragging itself from the portal was far and away greater than anything he could handle.
And, as its head, if a writhing mass of inky black tentacles making up the upper portion of a woman's face with a pair of plump bloodred lips, could be called a head emerged, the scent of something musty and sickeningly-sweet billowed forth in its wake.
The creature smiled, its eyeless gaze falling on Shu as he stayed rooted to the floor.
He gulped. He was totally fucked.
In the span of another heartbeat the abomination dragged its torso out from the portal, revealing two sets of watermelon-sized breasts with pierced nipples the size of sausages, and an abdomen with abs sculpted enough to put a bodybuilder to shame.
He continued to watch, his eyes locked onto the behemoth's chest, his mouth watering, and his cock throbbing with need.
A thought flittered through his mind while the thing proceeded to draw its seemingly endless segmented, clacking, and millipede-like lower-half out of the portal.
