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Pyr checked the list of ingredients one last time against the dusty tome wrapped in leathered human skin. Satisfied that he’d translated the required materials page correctly, he placed the Necronomicon on a nearby pedestal, and proceeded to lay them out into a black iron cauldron bubbling on a modern gas lit fire. Belladonna, Dirt from a freshly dug grave, The entrails of a raven, Nightshade, a single blindworm cleaved twice, eye of newt, the last breath of a condemned man, adder’s tongue, and some lemon zest. Stirred over a boiling cauldron three times anticlockwise, but not four. Then once boiled thoroughly, he left the mixture to cool to room temperature, whereupon he took a flask full of the thick black sludge and bottled it.
The room that adjoined the kitchen where he prepared the vile concoction was a plain room to the the eyes of those untrained in Magick... but to those who knew, the dimensions of the room were 6x6x6 and crafted with care to ensure that the energies released in the ritual would be guided to the center of the room, where a small sacrificial stone had been set. On it lay a young girl, bound and naked, surrounded by a circle of salt. Her death was to give a new body to the eldritch abomination Uta’engh Belaryfor’eah Erech. Pyr uncorked the liquid in his flask and took a swig of the brew. The stench alone made him want to hurl... but he forced it down his throat. The remaining half of the flask, he took to the girl on the black stone.
Pyr ungagged the poor virginal waif.
“Please let me go!” she begged with tear filled eyes. “I don’t want to die” Her Black curly hair bounced as she looked up at him with an absurdly cute expression, trying to convince him to free her. But she couldn't see how the eyes hidden behind his dark glasses held no mercy for her. He jammed the flask into her open mouth between her useless whimpers. The sludge trickled down her throat, and her eyes bulged at the noxious taste. Muffled, gurgling screams emanate from her as she was forced to eat the hellish liquid. Her body convulsed as she imbibed the liquid, her eyes rolling back in her head and shivering. Then she lay still. The lights flickered.
Pyr untied her with a practiced precision. And whispered into her ear. “Stand”
The girl rose to her feet with an unearthly grace. Her obedience, an unnatural thing given her previous complaining. Naked and sweaty, her breasts hung as perfect orbs under her impassive face and unseeing eyes. Pyr took his ceremonial dagger from a nearby dias, and dragged it painstakingly slowly and carefully down along from her sternum to the tip of her pussy. When he was done, her entrails plopped out the hole he had made in her. She had no reaction to any of this. Pyr reached deep inside her chest and pulled out her still beating heart. Upon its removal from her chest, her body levitated three inches into the air, as if suspended by invisible strings. The laws of rational physics had ceased to exist within the room.
His dagger punctured the organ, and with her hearts’ blood, he drew a perfect pentagram on the floor surrounding the supernatural entity. Immediately the candles on the floor blew out and plunged the room into a darkness deeper than the coldest midnight. Whispers just out of earshot beckoned with promises of truths best left unheard. Pyr ignored them.. He knew that summoning the wrong wraith would undo all his careful planning, and leave him vulnerable to their unique hellish whims. There was only one demon that he wished to summon into this mortal realm.
“Uta’engh Belaryfor’eah Erech” he bellowed with an inhuman deepness. “I summon thee with this gift of a mortal body properly prepared in accordance with the rites of Malath Dor!
“I summon thee”
“I summon thee”
“I summon thee”
“Uta’engh Belaryfor’eah Erech i beseech thee to answer my summons” he commanded.
Then the lights returned all at once, and there was something different about the room. While the blood etched pentagram and salt circle remained, the contents of the room had transfigured. No longer was there a stone sacrificial slab in the center, but a simple chair made of very old wood, and on it sat his victim... only she was different, no longer natural. Gone were her trailing guts and bloody hole, but there was only a smooth belly with the hue of an unnaturally deathly pallor. Her curly black locks now bounced with new energy around wicked looking black horns. Teeth that used to be human were now like that of a shark. She smiled and the bladed rows sent shivers down Pyr’s neck. Glossy red eyes looked back at him like that of a predator facing prey.
“Ah, you talk with a mortal tongue.... Tell me why I shouldn’t just rip it from your mouth and eat it?”
Taken aback, Pyr responded, trying to hide the fear in his voice.
“Uta’engh Belaryfor’eah Erech, you are summoned to this realm, and bound in a ring of Salt... submit to me and bind yourself to my command so that I may use your power to slay my enemies, and in return I shall not give unto you the last rites of...”
“NO!” came her forceful reply, making his bones rattle with its resoluteness. “But... the Necronomicon said that....” Pyr shot back
“NO MORTAL... I DO NOT THINK THAT I WILL SUBMIT TO YOU”, said Uta in a manner that let Pyr know deep down that he’d made some kind of mistake, though he did not know what it was that he’d done wrong.
“But... the salt line imprisons you... and if you don’t bind yourself to me I’ll destroy you.” Pyr threatened, trying to salvage his control of the situation.
“AH, GIVE A MORTAL A LITTLE KNOWLEDGE AND HE THINKS HIMSELF A GOD.” Uta intoned... walking up to the salt line and testing the barrier. Electricity crackler at her sharpened black nails as she scratched at the invisible barrier that held. A screeching like nails on a chalkboard dug its way into Pyr’s brain.
“BUT ONLY WISDOM LEADS TO THE PATH OF TRUE POWER.” She sneered at him, and leant down to put her face to the salt line and blew softly with her breath. Salt scattered every which way, breaking the line.
Uta stood back up tall, and stepped out past the line towards Pyr. She placed her hands on his shoulder seductively against the petrified mage who had fallen onto his ass as he struggled to back away and escape, and pressed her perfect breasts into his face. Pyr tried to summon a fireball in his palm as the Necronomicon had taught him. It lit in a blaze, but as he pressed it into her ass, it just fizzled out without leaving a mark on her pale skin.
Uta smiled like a teacher correcting a student. And opened her razor sharp mouth wide as a snake. Her jaw unhinged unnaturally, and all Pyr could see was a wet purply-pink blur as her lips slid over his head, and swallowed him down into the darkness of a tight, wet stomach.
Uta belched loudly with a satisfied look on her demonic face.

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