The old Thorn mage studied the pentagram in front of him. He hummed to himself as he inspected the runes and tracings, adjusted a candle and stood back. He reached casually over to a small table and picked up a small cup of tea with sugar. He took a sip and put the cup back.
"It's ready," he told nobody in particular since he was alone in the room. His old hands mottled with liverspots began gesturing in the air. Ancient and well practiced incantations flowed softly from his mouth. A hungry smile formed on his lips as he continued his spell. The runes began glowing and a small breeze from nowhere made the candles waver.
"...ego voco tu," he finished as his hands shook with the effort of the complicated spell. The sweat that had formed on his face he casually wiped away with a handkerchief.
The candles went out and with a small 'poof' a small shape dropped into the pentagram along with smoke that smelled of brimstone.
"Wheeeeoof!" the demon exclaimed.
"Succubus," the mage said as he began disrobing. "I have summoned you for my pleasure. You will be released from my binding after we... eh?"
The mage stared as the smoke cleared away and he could get a good look at what he summoned. It was shaped like a woman but very small, like a child. It was coal black with red hair and a tail that ended in a sharp point. Two small horns stood up from its head and its eyes shone with a red glare. It was covered with what looked like melted red metal and it was currently rubbing its head.
"Ouchie...".
"What the hell are you?" the mage asked. "You're not a succubus!"
The demon sat up crosslegged and grinned at the mage. "Imp is imp!" it exclaimed happily. Its tail waved behind it and came in contact with one of the lines of the pentagram.
"Owie!" it yelled as it pulled it in with its hand and put it in its mouth to suck on it.
"...imp? A damned imp!?!" the mage roared. He was angry because he couldn't undersand how he got an imp instead of a succubus. With his robe still open from his undressing he went over the spell in his head. The imp in the pentagram had forgotten its tail and was now happily looking around.
"Imp never been summoned before! Yay!"
The mage looked up and stared at the imp. Hmmm, he though. It
is female. And even if it's smaller than I'm used to I'm sure I can manage. He chuckled as he aproached the imprisoned imp.
"Hello, little imp," he said smoothly while letting his robe drop to the floor. "I'll just finish this spell of binding, and then we'll have so much fun. Yes... fun..." He stepped forward and begun the final spell. A small drop of drool ran from the corner of his mouth as he thought of all the excuisite things he and this little female would do. All the... pain?
The little imp grinned as it had no idea what was about to happen. And as far as imps go, this one was pretty ignorant and dim-witted. It clapped its hands happily as it saw the mage approach it. Suddenly the mage cluchted his face and his face twisted in pain. He fell to his knees and and groaned.
"Whee!" the little imp exclaimed. The mage managed a last curse as he toppled over and halfway into the pentagram.
"Oof! Watch out! You almost hit Imp!" the imp said as it jumped out of his way. It realized then that it was out of the pentagram. It didn't know that the mage had disrupted the binding when he had fallen over the lines but the imp didn't care. All it knew was that it was free of the mean pentagram.
"Imp free! Yay!" The little imp bounced and flew around the room inspecting everything. It stopped occacionally to poke the obviously dead mage but it quickly forgot him again as it continued to explore. It stopped abruptly when it found the small table with the mage's tea.
"Ooh! Imp thirsty!" it exclaimed as it picked up the pot of tea and quickly drank the warm contents.
"Yuk! Cold!"
It threw away the empty pot and looked at what else was on the table. Some books, the mage's cup and a bowl of something white. The imp emptied the cup and threw that away as well.
"What's this?" it asked the dead mage as it picked up the bowl of sugar. It sniffed at it and picked some up between its fingers. It sniffed at it again and put it in its mouth.
"Wooh!"
It quickly ate the rest of the sugar, even licked the bowl.
"Yum! That was the best thing Imp ever ate!" it nearly shouted.
"Imp will go look for more! Byebye!"
The imp waved at the dead mage and flew out the door. Behind was a trashed room and a dead mage in his underwear.
Giggling could be heard in the distance.
Summoned
((This is something I wanted to post for a long time, but I'm not sure if people would like it. So hopefully it will be lost among all the other great stories here!
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Issa Polaron!
