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An Amateur Demonologist's Troubles [Magic Alt-Power]

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What's a girl to do when being tormented by bullies? Summon demons to teach them a lesson of course.
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    dex10awesome

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    Prologue​

    My eyes glazed over the finer parts of the book I had received from my dead aunt Elizabeth on my mother's side as I searched for the proper spell to deal with my tormentors, if only so I could make sure I had everything right. My mom and her sister didn't really get along because she was always doing some new occult thing, so I didn't see her often. But when I had received a hefty inheritance along with her library from her, I decided to see what made her so obsessed with magic. Magic wasn't real, everyone knew that, even if parahumans could make it seem like they had magic. It was all really complicated science, probably. Well, maybe not.

    I had been having doubts about the non-existence of magic actually for a couple of months. It started with me casting a spell for good luck out of boredom and desperation since all it needed was a gold candle which my mother had received a couple of as a present from Elizabeth, years before either of them died and an incantation that I could read from the book. The day after messing around with the ritual, I forgot about it, at least until I returned to school, where I was finally seeing the trio get tripped up for the first time in months. It even lasted for a good run, as their pranks always had seemed to fall through. But when I returned to school from winter break, I thought my lucky streak would continue. It didn't, as I was promptly shut in a locker filled with bloody tampons, the janitor finally letting me out after school had ended. I went to the hospital, got fussed over by dad, and then had been sent home. The police took my statement, but I doubted they'd do anything, the trio would get away with it, like they always did.

    My grip on the red book tightened further as I finally found it, the spell that I was both afraid of and had been preparing before winter break. I knew intellectually that I just coincidentally had a lucky streak after that luck spell, but my heart felt differently. This felt primal as I gathered the ingredients which I had been saving for months, afraid that I'd have to cast this spell. A lock of hair from the traitor, an article of clothing from the false innocent, and a tooth from the predator. I had come into them serendipitously from the various bullying attempts that they had tried to pull while I had my lucky streak.

    When they held me down and tried to cut my hair I had managed to push Emma off, the blade falling in just the right way to cut a lock of her red hair and so I took it and ran, somehow recognizing it's potential. When Madison had tried to steal my work in a group project to give to her own group, one of my group's members took it personally and started a cat-fight, tearing off one of the sky-blue pins on her hair which I took when nobody was looking. Finally, when Sophia had cornered me in a stairwell, some teenage Empire 88 thugs were passing by and decided to punch her face, knocking a tooth out with a lucky blow.

    I looked over the incantation I had prepared for the trio, it was written on a page from one of my homework assignments that had been given to me at the hospital, so I could catch up on my missing work. I had repeated it over and over at the hospital like a mantra as a way to calm down my simmering rage so I had it down in terms of memorization. My metal trash can filled with paper was where the ritual got somewhat dangerous, as I needed to throw the items into a fire, so I clicked the lighter that I had found in dad's things. I picked up a small strip of paper and lit it before throwing it into the trash, it soon lit up and I readied myself to speak the incantation.

    "Monsters from down below, hear my fury. For I have enemies in need of infernal justice, surely."

    The flames seemed to flicker and I swore I heard a whisper. I was scared, but my resolve was set, so I kept going.

    "A friend since birth has betrayed me. She has used my secrets to hurt me beyond measure. Make her feel the pain that she has caused me."

    I dropped the lock of hair in, and part of the fire turned a deep shade of red while the rest retained normalcy. It was unnatural and made me hesitate, but I remembered the locker. Never again.

    "A false innocent has done great injustice to me. She has turned those who would help me, against me. Turn away those who would let her seek shelter against my fury."

    I dropped the pin in, and the other side of the fire turned a ghostly shade of bright blue, leaving only a third of normal fire. Definitely not natural. But I had come so far, and I wasn't about to give up now.

    "A predator has gone against the natural order. She has hunted me down for sport, not out of need. Restore the natural order and put her at the bottom of it."

    I dropped the tooth in, and the middle of the fire turned purple, completing the first part of the ritual. I had one final step as I grasped the knife in my right hand, the one stage I had been reluctant to try. But now I knew that this was real, or at least real enough.

    "I beseech you, from those down below, to aid me in my endeavor. I offer up my blood, my anger, and my direction towards worthy thrills."

    After I said this, I pressed the knife into my open left palm and winced as the blood left it. I watched as the fire turned black and moved back as it slithered upwards like a snake. It split into three paths and soon grew bigger as they became human-sized. One red, one blue and one purple.

    The red demon finished forming first, and as it slowly opened up its eyes, it saw me and gave a polite smile. "Lovely," it remarked, its voice a weird combination of femininity and masculinity, that seemed to contrast against what would traditionally be called 'androgynous' yet still couldn't be deciphered into any sort of gender. "I've heard your offer and came. I'll be pleased to cause pain to this traitorous friend of yours though I offer the final blow to you," it said, and I felt a shiver roll down my spine. It didn't have a traditionally human face yet wasn't entirely unattractive in terms of masculinity or femininity, and I swore I could see the skin shifting and hear the slight sound of bones crackling into different configurations.

    "Uh... thank you?" I edged out, and it gave a small curt nod and a smirk. It turned its back towards me and opened up my window, I was shocked at the bat-like wings it had. It stood on the window sill and extended them before jumping off, flying into the night gracefully. I really hoped I didn't regret that.

    The blue demon finished second, and its body started moving before it gained awareness. It's skin crackled with sparks and it glowed an electric blue, which fit with the manic grin that it seemed to wear. It bounced around my room while the purple demon formed, and it spoke quickly in a way that seemed both energetically boyish and yet excitedly girly, "Oh boy! This is so amazing! I haven't been up here in years!"

    "So, are you gonna help me?" I asked, and it tilted its head sideways in confusion before suddenly turning its head towards the ceiling like it had a literal lightbulb.

    The lights flickered a little bit and suddenly a crackle of bright blue electricity appeared near me in a flash. So it definitely has teleportation. "Oh yeah! Definitely! People who pretend to be so innocent are so boring! I'll make sure that she can't escape!" it said, with its digitigrade paw attempting to give a thumbs up, which concerned me, and it seemed to read that. "Don't worry, I won't hurt her unless you want me to! I'm just going to make sure everyone thinks she's crazy!" it said, like that was somehow better.

    I was about to say something before it followed the red demon's footsteps in going out the window, except instead of flying, I saw it jump into the power lines. I quickly went to the window and saw transform into a bright spark of energy that traveled along the power lines. I almost forgot about the purple demon but I was soon reminded as a tap on my shoulder jolted me into awarenress. "Where is the uppity prey I need to hunt?" it said, its vocal cords a lot deeper, though its bassy tones didn't quite have the timbre to be male or a deep-voiced female. It's face looked like a mixture of animals, with an avian beak that somehow had a canine nose.

    "Uh. I don't know exactly, but I'm pretty sure she lives downtown-" as I said this, it immediately jumped out. It seemed to merge with the shadows as it ran down the street, presumably to find his prey. I really should have considered this more, or at least tried to stop them. But I couldn't be bothered, as I felt like my revenge would come soon. I knew the best revenge was a life well-lived, but this seemed like a close second.

    I let the fire burn itself out while I cleaned and bandaged my hand, breathing in the demonic aroma that seemed to waft off the remnants of paper, the scent reminiscent of spices and sweets. I turned my light off and hopped under the covers, as I wondered in my head what would happen with those crazy demons. I wasn't too worried, and was even somewhat excited, as I drifted off to sleep with a smile, for the first time in a long time. I did have one last nagging thought, it was 'Do pajamas count as proper clothing for magical rituals?'

    A demonologist such as herself might just have to invest into getting some comfortable robes. Just to be professional.
     
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    • Robes schmobes, pj's are a modern form of magical attire.
    She should enchant her bed to carry her into battle, the most worthy steed for the Naptime Witch!
     
    Sad that this isn't a Shin Megami Tensei crossover( I have been in the mood for one). But this is still demon summoning so it work! Think Taylor is gonna regret letting the demons have "Carte blanche" on how they deal with the trio? So from what I understood magic exist, but most people don't believe it exist?
     
    Morningstar 1.1
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    Visions of alien landscapes played out in my dreams, along with thousands of scenes that showed various demons all committing low-level genocide, creating cults and using any sort of trick to join Earth. I'd be disturbed by the carnage if it didn't feel so right, as if everything in my life contrasted it, yet all the same... it was alluring, like a forbidden fruit. It got faster and faster as I was shown all sorts of different places and different actions taken by demons out of not desperation... but excitement to join me on Earth. Memories of ancient rites swam with mine, giving me insights on how previous demon summonings had went. Some went badly, others quite well, but none were orderly.

    "Taylor..." I heard a voice call out and I took a loud sharp intake of breath as my body moved on its own to sit up, awake. I sighed out of relief, after realizing it was only my Dad standing at the door, though I made sure to hide my left hand. I looked him over just in case he was a shapeshifting demon like in some of those memories, but I wasn't necessarily paranoid. Okay, I was a little paranoid. "It's time for school," he softly reminded me before taking a deep breath and asking "Can I just ask why you were burning paper?"

    Crap. What lie should I give him? I searched for the usual hint of guilt about that, but it was surprisingly gone... well not quite gone, but definitely muted. "I got frustrated. I decided to burn those papers rather than let anyone see the embarrassment my drawings are," I said, which was sort of a truth. I had gotten frustrated and I thought my failed artistic vision would be better used as kindling, though only hell knew if the demons saw the embarrassing depictions of the demons in my locker dreams.

    "That's... not a good response. But I understand. What you went through... it wasn't right. You can be frustrated if you want... just... tell me if I can help," another awkward statement, no matter how true it might be. I looked away and he breathed in with his nose, before saying "Just... get up."

    "Sure Dad..." I mumbled as I began to fumble through my morning routine. The shower came first and I looked at my bandaged hand, I sighed before getting a plastic bag and covering it. The hot shower reminded me of the mildly hot landscapes of hell, bringing back scenes of gothic balconies that overlooked pits of lava. I suddenly felt a sharp pain as the cut in my left palm burned, I quickly turned the water off and tore off the plastic bag, as well as bandage. It was glowing a deep red, bright blue and dark purple, the cut changing from a simple line across my palm into first a circle, before details filled in. The first third of it looked like an ancient heraldry in a shade of crimson, while one part looked like a circuit board that glowed blue and the final part was a depiction of a purple jungle that seemed to move with my hand.

    I sighed before finishing up my shower, knowing that this was going to get a lot more complicated and also remembering that I didn't have my morning run. As I got out, I did feel a tug on my conscious mind as alien thoughts crept in... though I focused on the most human of them. I heard the red demon's voice speak, "Ah. You've finally formed the connection. My apologies for leaving so soon, but I was eager to get a headstart on my task. I didn't even give you my name."

    It sounded almost apologetic, if it wasn't more offended at its manners. As I toweled off, I tried to reply to it in my head "Uh... apology accepted?"

    "Wonderful. My name is Impuratus, it is lovely to meet you, Taylor," it said, and my blood turned icey. "Oh don't worry. Every demon knows your name by now. Your request was like sending out a flare, if a flare was as bright as the sun," it said, sounding a lot more jolly than before. That was concerning, but my concern was interrupted by a babble of grateful platitudes that fit his almost snobbish nature.

    I felt a slight tug from something more electric and sighed in relief. "Sorry, Impuritus, gotta answer the blue guy," I said, wrapping the towel around my waist while closing the connection.

    "It's Impura-" I 'heard' his voice click off like a phone call, before I picking up the other 'line'.

    "Wow! You finally answered! Now, I gotta warn you, there may be several car pile ups from me accidentally breaking several telephone poles in excitement." It said this without shame, and I put my palm to my face as I dressed in my usual dark clothing. I put some gloves on as well to hide my mark. "I know that may sound unnerving, but as Supaku, I'm going to help!" it said, and I realized that its name was some form of Japanese. Definitely going to have to look that up. "Now, I've already sent everyone in her contacts her browsing history as well as her PHO handle," it explained without mentioning who 'her' was. I really hoped he didn't target some random girl, but he detected this and replied "Don't worry! I know its Madison Clements! Your intentions during the ritual set me right."

    "Uh... what was her browsing history?" I asked, dumbfounded. I knew that the browsing history of a person was usually embarrassing but it couldn't have been that bad to make people think she was crazy. I headed down the stairs towards the kitchen to get something to eat.

    "Some interesting stuff with Case 53s and Endbringers," it replied, with a strange intonation on 'interesting'. As I realized what he meant by that, I laughed out loud which got the attention of my Dad as he looked straight at me. Oh that was going to stick with her for a long time. I was almost worried that it was going to ruin any chance of a career in teaching like she talked about.

    "You okay Taylor?" my Dad asked, and I noted the disturbing amount of concern in his voice.

    "Yeah, just thought of something funny," I said, and his eyebrow quirked up. "I don't really know how to explain it," I said. He didn't reply and just nodded as I moved past him to get some cereal and milk while he went back to eating his toast.

    "Welp, I gotta go back to the daily grind of making everyone think this girl is crazy," Supaku said, and it gave the telepathic version of what would be a thumbs up. "Alright, I'm outta here. Just call back when you really want me to make Madison go crazy!" he said, and I felt the call click.

    I was alone, finally. Though that didn't make it feel better as I poured my cereal in first and then my milk. The correct way to have cereal. I put a spoon in and began eating in silence with my dad, avoiding the topic that we both dreaded. Though it appears Dad was the bigger person as he spoke up "I'll be driving you to school."

    "I can take the bus," I said, almost protesting the offer. He had finished his toast.

    "It's fine," he said, his tone slightly strained, so I eased up. I finished my meal, grabbed my backpack filled with the textbooks and notebooks that the school reluctantly agreed to replace along with my lunch that I had packed the night before, along with my red book. We headed to the car in almost resentful silence and as Dad drove, I stared out the window at Brockton Bay. A broken city full of broken people which would fit into hell easily. We arrived at Winslow and I opened my door, closing it loudly behind me, though not quite slamming it. "Taylor, have a nice day," he said.

    "You too," I mumbled as I headed into the school proper. The backpack weighing on me as I looked around. Gang members, wanna-be gang members, and of course... the minority of the school that wasn't in a gang.

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    Class was surprisingly easy, as I noticed that both Emma and Madison had become socially ostracized overnight. I could almost attribute that to my bout in the locker, if it wasn't for the fact that nobody even bothered to help me or even look at me. They were all talking about Emma and Madison, though I noticed that Sophia wasn't there, which concerned me.

    I tried to focus on the other two. Emma's eyes looked red and puffy as if she had been crying all night and morning while Madison looked terrified as people gave disgusted looks in her direction. People seemed to look at them as if they were seeing who they were for the first time, and it felt... like I had my revenge. They didn't even try to pull anything nor did their lackeys, which felt great.

    Then I started to feel a primal tug in my head as class ended. I headed to the bathroom to eat my lunch in peace, even if I was relatively assured they wouldn't try to attack. It was just instinct by now, which felt right as I sat on the toilet, pulled out my lunch and answered the purple demon's call. "I have come into a problem," it said.

    "What happened?" I asked, my blood racing as I thought of all sorts of issues that could occur. Did it kill her? Would it even consider that a problem? Did it out me?

    "The false predator has gone into what is known as 'Master/Stranger Containment' as a result of my secret hunt. I believe her other identity is known as 'Shadow Stalker'," it answered, and my world cracked. She was Shadow Stalker? The hero? It didn't make sense, even if I knew it was true, as I saw mental images of Sophia in Shadow Stalker's costume without the mask. "I believe that the hunt must be called off for now, until it can be properly conducted when she gets out," it said.

    "Alright..." I replied, still processing everything. I finally had the trio where I wanted them, but why did it still feel like I was losing?

    I heard a blaring of the fire alarm and I heard a male's voice on the PA system, "Taylor Hebert! You are wanted for questioning by the PRT!"

    I had several thoughts like 'Oh. That's why I felt like I was losing!', 'Huh, was that Armsmaster?' and 'Fuck'. Needless to say, this was going to be an eventful day.
     
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    • aidansidhe said:
    So... tapdancing all over laws against unmasking potential parahumans, Armsie? Subtle.
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    No way that might go badly... Especially considering that what Taylor needs now is someone who explains to her that going to the good guys is a better idea than summoning demons. Although, Worm is so messed up that summoning demons might actually have been the better choice for her personally and potentially (depending on what the demons are actually capable of) the world (Let's send the big demon against the endbringers. And he attacks Eidolon to free those poor little guys :)

    Fun little idea: the demons play up that they are actually nice, because they like being summoned. And it is difficult enough to make Earth Bet more problematic that any negative effects will not show up quite soon, especially if they slowly push her into taking out the S-class and higher threats :)

    I am interested to we're it goes. Now, what does the PRT have on Taylor? Has Sophia told them that she bullied Taylor and thus Taylor has a good reason to attack her (actually possible in this universe with enough interference from the Demons, I guess. Depends on what those actually can do...)
     
    Andorxor said:
    I think the E66 guy that knocked out her tooth would have been a better suspect
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    E88, and not necessarily. Depends a lot on what the PRT knows, and Sophia dislikes admitting defeat. She might just have told them that she fell. Also, telling them about him might have activated an investigation, which might have found out about Taylor ("You were there, did you see what happened?" Taylor: "Well, she ran directly into his fist. I say Karma, considering that she physically abuses me all the time..." Piggot after getting that information: Ward and personal phone now!)
     
    aidansidhe said:
    So... tapdancing all over laws against unmasking potential parahumans, Armsie? Subtle.
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    She did technically go after a Ward's civilian identity, even if she was unaware that Sophia had a Cape identity. Still, I intend to clear this up in the next chapter.

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    I think the E66 guy that knocked out her tooth would have been a better suspect
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    It happened weeks ago, and there were several thugs, but this one got lucky. It was pretty mundane.

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    No way that might go badly... Especially considering that what Taylor needs now is someone who explains to her that going to the good guys is a better idea than summoning demons. Although, Worm is so messed up that summoning demons might actually have been the better choice for her personally and potentially (depending on what the demons are actually capable of) the world (Let's send the big demon against the endbringers. And he attacks Eidolon to free those poor little guys :)

    Fun little idea: the demons play up that they are actually nice, because they like being summoned. And it is difficult enough to make Earth Bet more problematic that any negative effects will not show up quite soon, especially if they slowly push her into taking out the S-class and higher threats :)

    I am interested to we're it goes. Now, what does the PRT have on Taylor? Has Sophia told them that she bullied Taylor and thus Taylor has a good reason to attack her (actually possible in this universe with enough interference from the Demons, I guess. Depends on what those actually can do...)
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    Big demons require more energy, and to get energy to summon demons, she has to draw upon the relevant emotions. These three demons are quite powerful because of the fear, resentment and hatred she felt towards the trio, colored towards what she thought of them. In order to sustain the demons, Taylor needs to make a sacrifice of blood each month and focus on the relevant emotions. As she distances herself from the trio and the pain of the locker fades, the demons will grow progressively weaker before eventually returning to hell.

    They have quite a bit. While nobody else saw the predatory demon, it definitely gave Sophia an initial chase and monologued as much as a gruff animal demon can. It revealed some key factors like the relation between Emma and Madison, and thus Sophia put it together. They don't have evidence per-se, but they're searching Taylor's house, and they've found the book filled with the trio's bullying campaign. Thus it seems like they have a pretty strong case against Taylor, as well as Sophia.

    All three of these demons have a couple of powers.

    Impuratus is obviously a Mover given that it can fly, and a fast one as well. It also has a Thinker power that lets them find out the various secrets and has the expertise to emotionally torture people. It's adept at hiding, but not as much as the Predator.

    Supaku is capable of moving through electricity and can go quite fast, enough so that he can knock over telephone poles. He's a Shaker that can affect technology, ranging from releasing your digital secrets to having your phone explode. It can hide in devices and wires.

    The Predator is a low-level Mover, albeit one on par with a cheetah and has enough stamina to sprint for days on end. It can appear only to its prey, with only them being able to harm it, with no sensor available that can track it. It is a Brute that can tear people apart, but won't unless Taylor says so. It has superhuman senses and can finds its prey, no matter what.
     
    dex10awesome said:
    The Predator is a low-level Mover, albeit one on par with a cheetah and has enough stamina to sprint for days on end. It can appear only to its prey, with only them being able to harm it, with no sensor available that can track it. It is a Brute that can tear people apart, but won't unless Taylor says so. It has superhuman senses and can finds its prey, no matter what.
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    Interesting, so the only way to get rid of Predator would be for it's target to kill it or to kill the summoner?
     
    dex10awesome said:
    The Predator is a low-level Mover, albeit one on par with a cheetah and has enough stamina to sprint for days on end. It can appear only to its prey, with only them being able to harm it, with no sensor available that can track it. It is a Brute that can tear people apart, but won't unless Taylor says so. It has superhuman senses and can finds its prey, no matter what.
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    So it is also an incredibly breaker/stranger combo (impossibility to find is stranger and impossibility to attack should be breaker...

    Lets see how it plays out. The basic concept (the parts we (the readers) currently know are interesting, but a lot depends on the lore for the demons and magic.
     
    I very much like what I've seen so far. Good idea for a story, well written. That said, I do think that this:
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    "Taylor Hebert! You are wanted for questioning by the PRT!"
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    doesn't work. Like people have said, it kind of tips the PRT's hand and "outs" Taylor. Not to mention the fact that it would give any potential suspect warning to flee. It would make much more sense to simply announce that she is wanted in the Principals office and then surprise her with Protectorate/PRT personal. I think that would have the same effect and nicely avoid all the problems.
     
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    I let the fire burn itself out while I cleaned and bandaged my hand, breathing in the demonic aroma that seemed to waft off the remnants of paper, the scent reminiscent of spices and sweets. I turned my light off and hopped under the covers, as I wondered in my head what would happen with those crazy demons. I wasn't too worried, and was even somewhat excited, as I drifted off to sleep with a smile, for the first time in a long time. I did have one last nagging thought, it was 'Do pajamas count as proper clothing for magical rituals?'

    She might just have to invest into getting some comfortable robes. Just to be professional.
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    You switch from first person to third person from one paragraph to the other (the last sentence of first chapter).
     
    Morningstar 1.2
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    "Fuck! They just outed me, just like that?" I said aloud to nobody in particular. My blood boiled at the thought and suddenly all sorts of questions popped up in my mind. What if they interview Dad? Have they gone to my house already? How did they find out?

    If I surrendered, I'd be forced to join the Wards and Sophia would still be scot-free, because I'm the one who attacked a Ward. I had fucked up big time, and now I needed to make a choice. Continue to suffer and just get through, possibly graduating to the Protectorate, where I'll still be shackled by regulations? My demons needed hate and they generally didn't conduct themselves well for PR, like in this case.

    I had to run, even if it made me look guilty, even if I was abandoning Dad and even if I was forsaking Mom's memory. There was barely anything left in this life that made it worth living, so why not make a new one? Maybe Los Angeles was good this time of year? I had been selfish before so why don't I just be selfish one more time.

    I'd be a hero, not by the PRT's standards, but by my own. I focused on the book, turning quickly to the chapter on revenge demons, and found the one directed at organizations. I began reading and it seemed viable, with a decent enough plan, if I could pull it off. I needed to gather the couple of ingredients that were needed, except the one main one. That one would have to wait until I could lure a member out.

    I mentally nudged Supaku to cause some chaos with the lights and people's phones, which seemed to work well enough as people had already run off due to the fire alarm and the PRT warning. I quickly ran into my art teacher's room, she had candles and incense, because she was sort of into that New Age stuff. I also took some markers, if only to help with setting up the ritual circle that would summon the demon. I also went to the janitor's closet, grabbing the keys for the bathroom, so I could lock it from the inside. I could hear the jackboots of PRT officers coming into the school, so that was an added danger as I snuck into the bathroom.

    I drew the circle as the book showed, paying close attention to its details, though it was fairly simplistic. I placed the candles in the correct positions, I took the toilet rolls from their holders and placed one of each incense stick in. It was a bit of a fire hazard, but it was necessary. As I heard them close in, I looked through, to see a PRT officer rounding a corner. I opened the door and called upon the Predator as I had to come to call it and Impuratus to corner him into this bathroom.

    He ran like hell, given that there was some strange monstrosity after him, and with a little manipulation from the nobler demon, he ran into the bathroom and into my circle. I shouted "LOCK!" and the circle glowed a deathly black. When the PRT member tried to get out, he was struck by some unknown barrier. I locked the door behind him as I remembered the incantation I had prepared for the PRT officer, even if it was more general to the organization.

    "The PRT have done nothing but hurt me in the course of their so-called 'justice'!" I chanted, watching black sparks fly off the circle. I saw its symbols shift and change, in response to each word, with the icons resembling that of the PRT and their heroes logos.

    "Please, you don't have to do this!" the man begged as he desperately tried to escape. For a man who looked so strong, he was rendered weak.

    "You have outed me to a world which could hurt me and my remaining family!" I called out, in a sort of reply. I could feel the building groan as if the strain of this ritual could break its entire foundation.

    "I have a family, kids! I want to see my little girl!" he cried out, which definitely made me feel something. But he had made his choice in joining this corrupt organization. He had abandoned his family.

    "You are plagued by inaction and incompetence, as my town has been plagued by the stench of crime that you have done nothing to combat!" I shouted, feeling the roiling rage within me form into a knife within the realm of demons, that carved off a small piece of the demon that represented hatred of the PRT's corruption. The once tiny, black sparks had formed into a large shell that began to crack form into a small yet powerful imp. It was immature, only having been born within the last few seconds, but I could sense the vast potential within it as if it was a seed from a massive tree. A monolithic organization like the PRT had many who would hate them, after all.

    "My name is George Keller!" he screamed out as he began to levitate unwillingly, he was desperate for anyone to hear him.

    "I will take this member and exchange him for a slice of a demon in the pit, one that is representative of how much evil your organization has let flow in the world!" I shouted the last verse, hearing the thumping of the PRT outside the door. The man's screams died out as his body turned into a bubbling, inky, black liquid that sinked into the floor, into tartarus. The imp fell on his feet and looked around, I looked on my left wrist to see a small marking, that looked like the PRT's logo with cracks in it.

    "Open up!" a man's voice shouted, and I could feel the anger bubbling inside the imp. It was about half my height but I could feel the evershifting power inside it, weak as it was compared to its progenitor. I had a simple but funny name for it.

    Eidolon Junior.
     
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