Well last night was….interesting, to say the least. Let me try and begin from where I had left off. I finished my post in the early afternoon, had a light lunch, and then set to work for the next several hours until the light began to dim and make it difficult to see. I had switched on a light, gave Lovecraft some attention and then left, deciding to head to Olive Garden as I hadn’t been there in a while (and I do enjoy a good alfredo!).
Again, once I headed outside I got that sensation of being watched. I kept telling myself I’d just worked myself up based on what I had written up for a story idea – I still clutched my purse tighter and headed for my car, checking every so often to make sure I wasn’t being followed. I didn’t notice anything though, so I let myself relax once I got to the restaurant.
Once seated by the hostess, I glanced over the menu, then set it aside to check my phone for missed calls or messages, to find that I had a response from Mr. Dagon waiting for me. Curious, I checked it, and he had written, sending me a picture of the Seal of Solomon, asking if something like that would work. Amazed that he had some actual occult knowledge, I wrote back, informing him that yes, that should work, but that I would still take added precautions.
We conversed back and forth by email for a bit, he sending me more attachments of what he had worked up, and I giving my opinion. I forget how it came up, but I mentioned I was at dinner, and he’d asked were. As luck would have it, he was in the same restaurant, and shortly after we spotted each other he came over and asked to join me, and I let him, taking things in stride.
I know, I know. I shouldn’t have trusted a total stranger, let alone one I’d been conversing with about demon summoning, but he was charming, handsome, and not a Lovecraftian horror, as his name might imply. Besides, I was insanely curious about him, and was in a public place, so figured what was the harm?
We ordered dinner once the waitress finally came by (side note: I didn’t complain about her taking so long to come take my order. I simply figured that she was waiting for me to be finished with my phone) and continued talking shop and making small talk. After our food had arrived and we had begun eating, he confessed that the demon had already been summoned. The summoning had worked, he was unable to leave the magical protections put into place, however it was not bound to Donovan’s (that’s Mr. Dagon’s name, by the way) will like it should have been.
By the end of the meal, I had been invited to his home to see the demon. Boy, let me tell you, I was at war with myself over whether or not to go. Common sense told me not to go to a perfect stranger’s home, that anything could happen. My sense of responsibility told me to make sure nothing went amiss for his sake and my own karma. My inquisitive nature wanted to see, as it was a promise into a world I’d only dreamed of and wrote about for years. Ultimately, curiosity won out and I agreed to follow him to his place.
His home was definitely upper middle class, and appeared to be more recent construction. Upon heading inside I could tell it was tastefully furnished – not too much flourish, not too little taste – and we made our way through the house to the basement. Ah, the basement – I could tell immediately upon entering it’s purpose was magical. Hell, anyone could – there were sigils and markings all over the walls and floor. Central to the room was a large circle that had been built into the floor, and sitting in the middle of the circle was a naked man who started insulting Donovan (and later myself) as soon as he saw him.
I didn’t believe him at first – but Donovan told me that apparently all the information we know about demons is wrong. I felt bad for the guy in the circle and at least convinced Donovan to bring him some clothes. I attempted to converse with him (it?), but all he did was snark, so the two of us headed upstairs to talk some more – without being insulted.
I don’t recall everything that was said during our conversation, but I do recall advocating for letting the demon have a little more freedom to try and make him more compliant. We both had concerns over this – namely, what kind of havoc can he wreak with what he is capable of? That having been discussed, we decide the best course of action is to ask him for a demonstration of power. Satisfied with our conclusion, we have a celebratory glass of wine. Now, I’m not a big wine drinker, because I’m not a fan, but this stuff was pretty good. I found out why later.
Now, about this time was when a mousy kind of guy in a cheap suit appeared from another room, dragging a gagged and bound individual into the living room. Obviously, this set off alarms in my head and I backed off, making an excuse that I should leave. But Donovan was very commanding and convincing that I should stay, so I did. He then chastised the mousy man, telling him that wasn’t how guests were treated, and propped the tied up guy on the couch, untied him and woke him up.
The guy’s name was Scott, and Donovan introduced us. That is, he introduced us after Scott laid out the mousy guy, who was apparently a lawyer of some sort. He then proceeded to go into an explanation and make an offer. I can’t remember his exact wording, but basically? Donovan is a vampire. Yes, that’s right – no joke…I saw the fangs and everything. He offered to ghoul Scott (I’ll explain what that is in a minute) because he wanted a friend. He’d already done it to me, having slipped some of his blood into my wine earlier. Scott ended up accepting, and I was offered a chance to back out, but I stayed, for the promise of a new world being opened up to me.
Now, what is a ghoul? It’s like Renfield, in that they are servants to a vampire. They don’t eat bugs or anything like that. They just drink some of the vampire’s blood once a month and in exchange get to live forever, never get sick or grow old, and get stronger.
Now, at some point, we all head into the basement to see Ben (what the demon said we could call him) to ask for that demonstration of his power. Let me tell you this – he is a powerful guy. I mean, he caught and held lightning in his hand! We got him to agree, if we let him out, to come back in a week, figuring he could always be re-summoned if it came to that. Oh. And he wanted something in exchange for a demonstration of his power. He indicated me. Donovan said absolutely not, and he and Scott started bantering about other things to give the demon. I relented though, and said I would do it. Not entirely sure why, mind you (but it’s not like I regretted it).
Scott and Donovan left to give me some privacy, and it was with slightly shaky fingers that I undressed and entered the circle, him watching me the entire time. Hungrily? Longingly? I don’t know, I didn’t place it. He didn’t rush me, like I thought he might. Instead he came at me slowly, and his touch, the sex, the whole experience? It was like the best lovemaking I’d ever had in my life, with cuddles afterward.
I lost track of time during the experience – it had apparently been a few hours. After I dressed and let Donovan know things were handled (Scott had left for home) we headed back downstairs and let the demon out, expecting to see him in a week’s time. Donovan and I talk shop just a little more before I leave (because I am exhausted).
Phew, that was a much longer entry than expected! Until next time!