Post by Carlos on Mar 7, 2016 0:25:31 GMT -6
Sitting cross legged at a small pyre, with candles lit in a circle around it, he suddenly raises his arms to the air. Each arm etched with runes and demonic script. A series of whispered words pouring from his mouth. The flames of the candles streak higher than would be normally possible. From the pyre bursts forth a creature with ape like features. Matted thick fur covers it's entire body. It's deep sunken eyes smouldering like coals.
'Oh thank hell, I thought I was going to run out of breath...' Cristo Cisnero thought to himself after the demon appeared.
However he frowned when it started speaking it's demonic litany of aggrandizing and the threats that come with almost every demon that gets summoned. However Cristo always tuned them out. In his mind he translated it into a high pitched series of squeaks. So he would simply nod. 'I wonder why he's a monkey. Is there a monkey hell dimension? Does that mean monkeys rate a soul? Well...all dogs go to heaven as they say, well not my dog. But most I imagine...'
As his inner monologue continued on it's ADD rattled train of thought. The monkey-esque demon's voice rose a bit and then paused.
'Ah, shit, that was a question...' He thought to himself. But then shrugged mentally. They all wanted to know why they were summoned and what they were being paid. At least when you summoned them this way.
"I need some muscle. And I can offer an entire cow, three cat brains, and a racoon unfortunate enough to eat my fender," Cristo said with a calm confident manner. However the monkey demon just stared at him. "Fine, five cats!"
The monkey demon huffed and then raised his palm with the fingers splayed out and held up the other hand's index finger.
"Six, really? Are cat brains that good?!" Cristo exclaimed in a feigned fluster. The monkey demon put it's face right up to the containment circle he'd laid out. With a played up sigh, he relented. "Fine, six."
Cristo pulled his van around with a screeching holt. "Come on, get in!" he called to the ape demon. To which the demon huffed.
"We already made a contract! Get in der'ya bastid!" He shouted, throwing an old boot at the demon. Begrudgingly the demon climbed into the back of the open van. Sliding the door closed once he was in. On the side of the van a picture of a man riding a hell hound was painted in the style of the 80s.
Cut to a few minutes later
"Oh you've been a witch for years! You don't know how good you had it lady!" Cristo shouted angrily as he and the demonic ape loaded his belongings into the back of the van. The demon, which he dubbed Bo Bo, seemed a little miffed he was being used solely for moving Cristo's things out of his ex girlfriend's apartment.
His ex, Celeste, was about average height with blonde short hair pulled tightly about her scalp. As she watched him remove his things from her lawn. She casually placed her fingers to her lips, seeming to mime smoking, yet somehow producing smoke between her lips.
"Cristo, you have so much potential, but you waste it on petty schemes to make money. Wasting your time away on your box games," She said in a dull voice. Tall, with long blond hair, and a thin figure. Sharp cheek bones is her most identifying feature.
"It's an Xbox one," Cristos quipped, running his hands through his hair. His eyes avoided hers, searching the ground around her.
Sighing, she walked over to him, gently brushing his face with her fingers. She looked about to say something gentle to him, but then she seemed to think better of it and leave.
Climbing into the van, he sped off with Bo Bo in the back. Hours and many alcoholic drinks later, Cristo could be seen on the 9 o'clock news. Atop of Bo Bo, with the police in hot pursuit. The Magic Council had to do a lot of work to erase this moment from the public eye.
As such Cristo stood in a drab gray prison outfit before the Magic Council. His hands held together in front of him courtesy of magical manacles. One of three magic criminals being tried that day. The Magic Council doesn't really believe in trial of peers. Instead they go through them right quick, passing through as many individuals as they can in one session. It leaves much to be desired. But most that end up before them, are typically magic murders to magic mass murderers.
"Cristo Indwell Cisneros. You are brought before us for flagrantly displaying the supernatural world to the mundane world," The head of the magic council intoned in a rather deep and intimidating voice.
Second of the Council followed with. "You are judged guilty, sentenced to 25 years, to be served in Redcrow Asylum."
"Are you kidding me!?" Cristo said desperately, a wild eyed expression rapidly looking over the council. "You can't try me on the same level as this asshole!"
He was gesturing to the man to his right. A taller man with a dark goatee and deep shadowed eyes. The Magic Council's most wanted, Darkfall Desmond.
"Look at him! He looks like a villain from a kid's television show!" Cristo said gesturing up and down to the man.
"Enough!" The head of the council shouted. Causing Cristo to recoil. However before he could proceed, an explosion rocked the council chambers. Followed shortly by a second explosion, this one situated directly behind where the council sat.
Cristo had been thrown off his feet, momentarily dazed by the blast. He slowly looked up to see the council scattered about the room. Some of them were dead, but he could see some still stirring. Unfortunately for them, Desmond was on his feet, and looked to be freed from his restraints. And of course, like the Saturday morning his visage brought to the mind, he was prepping a deadly spell to finish them off.
Not really thinking about, Cristo scrambled to his feet and dove for Desmond's leg. Sinking his teeth into the man's ankle.
Desmond let out a yelp of surprise and pain. Quickly looking down to see the root of the pain. Proceeding to angrily stamping on Cristo's head. Eventually rendering him unconscious.
'Oh thank hell, I thought I was going to run out of breath...' Cristo Cisnero thought to himself after the demon appeared.
However he frowned when it started speaking it's demonic litany of aggrandizing and the threats that come with almost every demon that gets summoned. However Cristo always tuned them out. In his mind he translated it into a high pitched series of squeaks. So he would simply nod. 'I wonder why he's a monkey. Is there a monkey hell dimension? Does that mean monkeys rate a soul? Well...all dogs go to heaven as they say, well not my dog. But most I imagine...'
As his inner monologue continued on it's ADD rattled train of thought. The monkey-esque demon's voice rose a bit and then paused.
'Ah, shit, that was a question...' He thought to himself. But then shrugged mentally. They all wanted to know why they were summoned and what they were being paid. At least when you summoned them this way.
"I need some muscle. And I can offer an entire cow, three cat brains, and a racoon unfortunate enough to eat my fender," Cristo said with a calm confident manner. However the monkey demon just stared at him. "Fine, five cats!"
The monkey demon huffed and then raised his palm with the fingers splayed out and held up the other hand's index finger.
"Six, really? Are cat brains that good?!" Cristo exclaimed in a feigned fluster. The monkey demon put it's face right up to the containment circle he'd laid out. With a played up sigh, he relented. "Fine, six."
Cristo pulled his van around with a screeching holt. "Come on, get in!" he called to the ape demon. To which the demon huffed.
"We already made a contract! Get in der'ya bastid!" He shouted, throwing an old boot at the demon. Begrudgingly the demon climbed into the back of the open van. Sliding the door closed once he was in. On the side of the van a picture of a man riding a hell hound was painted in the style of the 80s.
Cut to a few minutes later
"Oh you've been a witch for years! You don't know how good you had it lady!" Cristo shouted angrily as he and the demonic ape loaded his belongings into the back of the van. The demon, which he dubbed Bo Bo, seemed a little miffed he was being used solely for moving Cristo's things out of his ex girlfriend's apartment.
His ex, Celeste, was about average height with blonde short hair pulled tightly about her scalp. As she watched him remove his things from her lawn. She casually placed her fingers to her lips, seeming to mime smoking, yet somehow producing smoke between her lips.
"Cristo, you have so much potential, but you waste it on petty schemes to make money. Wasting your time away on your box games," She said in a dull voice. Tall, with long blond hair, and a thin figure. Sharp cheek bones is her most identifying feature.
"It's an Xbox one," Cristos quipped, running his hands through his hair. His eyes avoided hers, searching the ground around her.
Sighing, she walked over to him, gently brushing his face with her fingers. She looked about to say something gentle to him, but then she seemed to think better of it and leave.
Climbing into the van, he sped off with Bo Bo in the back. Hours and many alcoholic drinks later, Cristo could be seen on the 9 o'clock news. Atop of Bo Bo, with the police in hot pursuit. The Magic Council had to do a lot of work to erase this moment from the public eye.
As such Cristo stood in a drab gray prison outfit before the Magic Council. His hands held together in front of him courtesy of magical manacles. One of three magic criminals being tried that day. The Magic Council doesn't really believe in trial of peers. Instead they go through them right quick, passing through as many individuals as they can in one session. It leaves much to be desired. But most that end up before them, are typically magic murders to magic mass murderers.
"Cristo Indwell Cisneros. You are brought before us for flagrantly displaying the supernatural world to the mundane world," The head of the magic council intoned in a rather deep and intimidating voice.
Second of the Council followed with. "You are judged guilty, sentenced to 25 years, to be served in Redcrow Asylum."
"Are you kidding me!?" Cristo said desperately, a wild eyed expression rapidly looking over the council. "You can't try me on the same level as this asshole!"
He was gesturing to the man to his right. A taller man with a dark goatee and deep shadowed eyes. The Magic Council's most wanted, Darkfall Desmond.
"Look at him! He looks like a villain from a kid's television show!" Cristo said gesturing up and down to the man.
"Enough!" The head of the council shouted. Causing Cristo to recoil. However before he could proceed, an explosion rocked the council chambers. Followed shortly by a second explosion, this one situated directly behind where the council sat.
Cristo had been thrown off his feet, momentarily dazed by the blast. He slowly looked up to see the council scattered about the room. Some of them were dead, but he could see some still stirring. Unfortunately for them, Desmond was on his feet, and looked to be freed from his restraints. And of course, like the Saturday morning his visage brought to the mind, he was prepping a deadly spell to finish them off.
Not really thinking about, Cristo scrambled to his feet and dove for Desmond's leg. Sinking his teeth into the man's ankle.
Desmond let out a yelp of surprise and pain. Quickly looking down to see the root of the pain. Proceeding to angrily stamping on Cristo's head. Eventually rendering him unconscious.