Awakening Her Demon
Was she mad believing she could summon a demon or even more insane if it worked?
This story is a prequel to the series The Invitation Isabella has discovered that she is the last in a long line of women that have guarded the dark, erotic secret of what lies hidden in the estate. Now she wants to set her demon free.
Read The Coupling and Banished (both are free to read) to discover more about the story or go right back to the beginning in The Novice’s Story
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Awakening Her Demon
Isabella walked across the lawn, picking her way carefully in the dim moonlight. The night was sultry and the grass felt warm beneath her bare feet. She stopped in front of the wall of creepers that barred the way into the cave. Earlier that day she had pushed some aside, cut them in places so that they still hid the entrance but now parted like heavy curtains.
She stood staring up at the sky and breathing deeply, unaware that she was in the same pose as her ancestor a century before. Her fingers trembled as she unhooked her dress. She slipped it off, folded it carefully and hid it beneath some of the foliage. She wore nothing underneath. Nervously, she fingered the pendant that hung around her neck.
Naked as the texts had instructed, she took a last deep breath, pushed the greenery aside and entered the cave. It was dark inside and she almost tripped over the lantern she had placed on the floor earlier. Crouching down, she fumbled for the matches. Willing her hands not to shake as she struck one and lit the wick.
The light flickered off the walls. Looking up, she noticed two metal rings hammered into the stone and hung the lantern from one of them. She walked into the centre of the space. Something glittered on the floor close to the wall. Bending down, she brushed the dust off it. It was one of the crystals. She looked across to the opposite side. There was another there, almost hidden in the dust.
Standing in the centre, behind the line between the crystals, she spoke the words of an ancient language that she had memorised from the texts. Nothing happened: what had she expected, a flash of light, a thunderclap? This was stupid, she was standing, naked, in a cave in the grounds of her house, trying to summon a demon. Was she mad for believing it would work or even more insane for doing it, if it did?
She sensed movement and a dark shape appeared at the end of the cave. “I am summoned,” a voice growled.