I was summoned for a reason - Let's be summoned!

True to my dramatic nature, I opted for the former of the two plans. With the quickly fading cloud of dust, smoke, burning incense, and fog from my bumpy summoning I had just a few more moments to encapsulate my plan. Reaching into myself – I tried taking inventory of my newly granted powers. Not having had time to practice – this would either be sink or swim. Fortunately, as with the Summoning Circle, there appeared to be a sizeable amount of innate spellcasting knowledge wedged into my mind. For my purposes, they should be enough.

Focusing on the angel feather fused into my heart (or at least the thought of a heart in this fleshy meat pool) as a focal point, I envisioned myself in my old life …okay, okay. Maybe with a few improvements. Dark hair, slightly tanner. Definitively more muscular and toned. A few inches taller, a few inches longer, good build, good face and once the picture was complete I simply willed it into existence. The angelic polymorph spell sewn into my being took over and did the rest. Just before the transformation took hold I took what little control of mana I had and sent the remaining dust and fog up into a plume circling my prison.

With a shriek the witch who had placed me here fell backwards, landing on her ass and sending a curtain of robes everywhere, hat dislodging and flying off. I took advantage of the confusion to finish assuming human form. My logic here being it would be better to negotiate to a familiar face than a pile of fleshy sludge. Squelching bands of slimy muscular fibers wound up and coiled together, pulling into a once-familiar feeling body. I had not envisioned clothes when forming my mental avatar, but I guess for an angelic power, those celestial prudes had thought ahead. A simple pair of beige cotton trousers held up with a hemp cord and a white, billowy linen shirt covered my new form.

Thinking quickly and with the witch still tumbled over, I bent down and swiped the ritual knife as fast as I could! Having been dropped on the barrier line, I could just pinch the tip of the blade and pull it across the invisible wall that kept me pinned inside. Now thankful for the utility of the summoned clothes, I tucked the short blade into the back of my trousers under the belt of rope. This could come in handy later.

I had originally planned to try and bluff my way out of this circle. But with the knife up my sleeve and a seemingly terrified and yelling witch rolling on the floor, I liked my chances better playing things by ear. In this form my vision was restricted again to two eyes and a limited field of view. Incredible how quickly I had gotten used to the expanded field of vision.

As she got up from the ground my eyes connected with those of the witch, bright purple orbs staring with shock, fear, confusion, and perhaps a hint of excitement or curiosity. Nevertheless I let her slowly stand before saying anything. Instead trying to channel as much of a neutral expression as possible before wiggling a few fingers at her in a half wave.

“Hello there.”

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!” The resulting scream was about as much as I had been expecting. Whatever I might have been expecting from this woman, she was evidently not as composed as originally thought.

Her book thudded to the ground, tipping over a small vial of oil. For a split moment I was blessing my luck. The stream of oil spurted towards my binding circle. From my limited knowledge of its mechanics, that would still be enough to smear the paint and let me escape – and perhaps enjoy thoroughly fucking this bitch ( I mean witch) senseless. Nevertheless, as graceless as she may be, the lady summoner recovered and caught the spill of oil with the edge of her robes, wiping it up before hastily standing straight again.

Mouth open, eyes agape, the girl stared shamelessly at me for what felt like a solid minute. In that time I got to study her a little more closely. Without her hat, her curls came down and framed her heart shaped face quite nicely. A cute button nose and a wash of freckles made for an appealing visage. I felt a throb pulse in my trousers.

“IT WORKED!” Came the awestruck exclamation from the dust covered witch. She took a breath. “I mean, of course it worked. Just as planned.” (This clearly convinced neither of us, but it was still amusing.)

My stare at her coupled with a slight eyebrow raise broke her attempt and caused a sheepish smile followed by a blush. She continued.

“I mean, of course, that I had been hoping that the ritual was performed correctly. And now it has been!” She giggled with a jumping clap in the air. Then turned around and bent over to pick up her dropped book. Even beneath thick layers of black cloth, nothing could disguise that full rump turned towards me, stretching out the full width of the material. My trousers throbbed again, this time I felt my shaft start to slowly stiffen.

“I must admit your majesty, you are not what I was expecting.” Turning back, she performed a slight curtsy, nearly tripping face forward upon completing the bow.

I did my best to conceal a squint. Your Majesty? I was confused to say the least. I held my tongue for now, lest I accidentally give away something that would weaken my hand.

She flipped open her tome, pulling it to a page depicting a medieval looking gilded inscription in black, red and gold inks, with an illuminated portrait of a sizable man in full body black and gold armor. A crown of twisted antlers and thorns wrapped around the steel of his helmet in a terrifying display. She was right, that was definitely not me. Thankfully she continued before I could say anything dumb and ruin the moment.

“Oh Great Demon King Adallbaal, I thank you for answering my summons and accepting the call I have made against your name.” She bowed deeper, trembling slightly even from her own words.

Upon hearing the name, my heart stopped a beat. Or rather, the old Demon King’s heart that I now owned did. It all fell into place in my mind. This witch had been trying to summon somebody else – whom she probably did not know was long since dead. As the owner of his heart from those goddesses' cheat, I had fallen into the target of the spell and pulled into this summon. Incredible. Also, incredibly unfortunate for me. As I was not a Demon King, nor did I know how to fully process this information.

The young witch clutched the book against her chest with one arm. With the other she raised her palm to present to me a still fresh cut with a few dripping beads of dark blood.

“With blood of my veins I have paid the toll and brought you across the veil. Now I beseech thee!” She dropped the book and held up both hands, her lips moving but no sound coming forth. Her breathing deepened, growing heavy and ragged. Apparently she was trying to formulate her request.

I waited with an award pause, leaning forward slightly. What could this girl possibly want from me??? And more importantly, how in the world was I going to fulfill the other part of a demonic ritual contract??

All pretense at formalities or ancient ritual spellwork was dropped however, when she dropped her poise and fell to her knees, suddenly crying. Rivulets of tears streaming down her face as she gathered up handfuls of scrolls, bits of charcoal pencils, and a few notebooks and held them out to me, pushing them across the border of my barrier circle.

“Help me with my homework! I beg you! I’ll do anything! But I can’t be the first witch from my village to fail out from Eloxil! PLEEEEEAAASSEEEE!!!”

The words were incredulous. Of all things…this?! I tried not to bust out laughing in astonishment to the poor girl’s face. Even more things clicked into place. The robes and hat – a school uniform, obviously. The bedroll and shelf, some sort of haphazard study room. This entire ritual performance of summoning a dead demon king’s ghost? The exact kind of hairbrained scheme to pass a class that every student in the world struggling with a subject has at least once somewhat wished they could do – have someone else do the work for them.

The girl was besides herself, sobbing hysterically on the floor. Eyes red and puffy, her tears and snot causing her to **** as she weakly pushed more scrolls forward.

In all of this, I had yet to utter a sound besides my initial greeting. Out of curiosity, I picked up one of the scrolls and pulled it open.

Inked onto it, was a partial spell circle. A glyph comprised the center, with rings and lines emanating out from it. In certain portions it remained incomplete – the pattern formulating the spell left unfinished. Heavy smudges of repeatedly applied and wiped away charcoal discolored the parchment. I looked at the thing carefully. After a moment, the meaning of the glyph popped into my head. It was a variation on the more common glyph to call forth ice. Don’t ask me how I knew that, I just did. Instead of a more fractal pattern emerging, this partial print had a series of more jagged lines drawn out from the center panel. The pattern wasn’t obvious, but it was still there in the background.

I silently bent down and picked up a pencil. The girl before me now curled fetal, sobbing in silent heaves. A few scratches of the charcoal stick in my hand and the pattern was complete. Clean, sharp lines lining up exactly with where the parchment was embossed with ink, a perfect match. In the back of my mind the meaning became clear – When activated this scroll would summon a field of icicle spires, providing some defensive terrain.

I rolled the scroll up and gently tossed it forward. For an instant I was worried it would bounce harmlessly against the invisible wall. It did not. Landing with a boink on the young witch’s head and rolling away softly. That’s good to know, I thought. Thinking of the knife still concealed in my trousers.

The gasping heaves halted. Hand snaking forward, the girl cautiously reached for the scroll from her position on the floor. Peeling the parchment open, her eyes poured over the completed formula now sketched on her assignment.

Tired of standing, I sat down cross legged, opening up another scroll and waiting for her to make the next move. I didn’t have to wait long. Her slow confusion swiftly morphed through a series of phases. Recognition that the pattern was complete. Astonishment that the answer appeared to be correct. Shock, Joy, Shock again, and then settling on what seemed to be a sense of elation.

She screamed in excitement. Clutching the scrap of parchment tight against her bosom, squealing in delight.

"You did it!" She gasped as the comprehension completed setting in. "I mean, of course! Of course you did it. You're a legendary dark lord of magic. This is third year evocation linework. It must be child's play to you. Thank you! Thank you so much! You don't know what this means to me!" Still clutching the completed scroll, she wiped her eyes on her sleeves, her breath finally coming under control.

I completed the second scroll, an inscription for igniting a ring of small fires. Instead of handing it over, I rolled it up and sat it besides me. I had a feeling every bit of leverage would be useful.

"How many are there?" I asked. It was one thing to complete a proof for an icicle or some sparks. But for all I knew, there could be some calculous level arcane shit that would stump me. Having all the information up front would be greatly beneficial.

The witch scurried around, collecting scrolls from various places scattered around the chamber. She tossed them one by one, piling up around my feet. Twenty-three in all. (If this wasn't the accumulation of an entire semester's worth of assignments then I wasn't a tentacle monster.) She tried to say something, but I held up a finger to shush her. At this point I needed to play the part of an all-powerful demon in a summoning circle.

I examined each of the scrolls carefully. As fate would have it, none seemed particularly challenging. Some would be slightly more difficult, with secondary glyphs sprinkled in various places. For the most part the puzzle seemed to rely on recognizing the nature of the central glyph, then applying the connecting patterns in the proper format. I smiled internally. This was a windfall in my favor.

I lowered my finger. "Speak," I ordered.

"My, my lord," she squeaked. "I only meant to thank you for your aid. It is greatly appreciated."

"I have not yet accepted. The first scroll was merely a boon. (Boon? That seemed sufficiently demon-lord-esque for wording. Who knows.) What have you to offer in exchange for my knowledge?" I stared down at her. I even licked my lips, making sure to draw it out for maximum suspense.

She gulped. "I, I, I can - "

I cut her off. "You said anything," pausing to recollect the exact wording. "In fact, I believe you explicitly said 'I will do anything', did you not?" I asked.

The smallest nod shook forth from the girl's terrified face. I clapped my hands together and stood up. "Delightful. I accept."

No sooner had the words left my mouth than the summoning circle trembled. Radiant red light flashing up. I immediately felt an intense sear of pain across my wrist. Looking down, I could see a brand - a small sigil of binding appear on the flesh with a band of thin runes circling it like a bracelet. My innate knowledge of arcane magics kicked in, and I somehow knew that negotiations had opened on the pact between us. Now came the terms and conditions.

I was hardly a lawyer, or versed in binding magical contracts of the soul, or like, a lawyer. So I needed to keep this simple. Something told me that little rune wouldn't be so little of a problem if I accidentally violated the agreement. But still, this was an opportunity. If I was really stuck in the basement of a magical school, it would not be a good thing to be exposed and alone on a campus full of powerful wizards that could fireball my tentacle covered ass.

As soon as I said "I accept" and the rune burned itself into my arm, the girl squealed in a mix of excitement and terror. I couldn't see a bond on her, but she clearly felt something as well. Considering my options, I debated internally what to do next. These bonds were no joke - I could feel the burning weight of it on my very core. This was dangerous and I needed to keep the upper hand.

"Now then," I made the first move. "You know my name, and have called me here on it. Now what is yours?"

This was a test. Judging by classic myth rules and the fact she could drag me here in the first place using the power of a name, I was inferring names held power here. She already had mine (or at least a piece of me). But she was also clearly not all there in the common sense department (case in point, summoning a demon lord for homework). I wanted to see how she responded.

"I am Meghara, my Lord," she choked out with a whimper. Instantly I felt powers shift. Sure enough, the rune bracelet on my forearm had burned new symbols into the strand. Symbols I could not read, but were certain contained the name. She continued. "But you can call me Meg, if you would prefer."

I wasn't sure what having her name did exactly. Instinctual arcane knowledge only did so much. But I was fairly certain it was better for me in this case.

"Very well. Meg." I slowly pressed out the name on my tongue for emphasis' sake. "You have pledged yourself to me, to do my bidding, and to do anything I ask. (This wasn't exactly true. Technically, she had only pledged to do one singular any-thing for me. But I decided interpreting broadly when magical contracts were involved would be an interesting experiment.) In exchange, I will help you complete these twenty-three articles of homework." I pointed to each one. (What? You thought I was going to interpret broadly against myself? Hell no. I would get an eternal servant. She would pass her class. That sounded like a great deal to me). "Do we have an accord?" I asked her. Voice thundering as best I could make it in the small space.

Evan as I spoke, more symbols etched themselves on the band circumnavigating my arm. It took a moment to focus on them and exert some extra willpower, but thankfully with enough mental energy I was able to convince the magical writing to appear in English. I'd much rather have a contract I can read down to the letter.

Still prostrate on the ground, Meghara swept her hair out of her eyes. "My...my Lord, I...I..."

Before she could follow through with finishing with "Accept", a slow flicker of comprehension came across her face. _Fuck. _That wasn't good. Nay, the comprehension flickered brighter. Something had clearly clicked. Dammit, she wasn't a total idiot.

"Actually my Lord Adallbaal," she started - I winced at her invocation of the name. I couldn't help it. A tremendous shiver came over me and I could feel the accursed organ in my chest pulse in recognition.

"I need your guidance for a greater task than that. Surely these scrolls alone are beneath your skills. No my lord, if I am to make a pact with you, it must be more substantial." The balls on this girl. Where did she find them?

A minute ago she was groveling on the floor. Now she was sticking up for herself. How did that happen?

She continued. "If I am to pledge myself to you, then I must insist on the right to barriers three."

The burning on my arm intensified. Three thick lines etched themselves into the pattern, steaming in arcane energy.

_The fuck was that? _I had no idea. But she was looking up at me with those puppydom eyes and plump, fuckable lips. I felt myself stiffen again. _Damn this girl. She was already not worth the effort. _The eldritch knowledge slowly trickled in as I made the connection. Apparently with invoking my name, she could insist on three clauses or requirements to the contract. _Well then. _If that was how she wanted to play, I could accommodate.

I smiled a rueful smile. "Very well then, Meghara. That is your right. And therefor, I shall also invoke the same."

She trembled. Three new lines seared their way onto my flesh, criss-crossing the original lines.

"Name your first term," I instructed her. "I will follow after."

I don't think it truly mattered what order we went in, but if she was going to pull an arcane legal loophole bullshit maneuver on me, I wanted to be damn sure I got the last say.

Meghara steeled herself and pulled up from her lying flat on the ground, instead getting to her knees. Such a pretty position. Anyways...

"For my first condition - You will help me graduate from the Exolil Academies for Magecraft. You will be my guide, my familiar. I will draw on your knowledge, and you will be my teacher."

It seemed to me that she was getting a bit greedy. I wasn't convinced that all fit into the definition of a single clause. _Dammit though. _With a quick glance I could see the first line on my wrist wriggled and morphed into her exact words. That was going to be trouble.

I scowled. But I didn't really have a choice. "Very well." The first clause stopped wriggling, and came to a standstill in solid black marks. "My turn".

I copied her phrasing (And tried to be as creative as I could. I needed to poke holes in the wording for me to operate if not freely, then less constrained). "For my first condition - You will serve me. My desires, machinations, and will. I will provide you with my knowledge and act as your familiar, but in return you will be my loyal devotee. Your body, mind, and soul shall be mine...

"AN AMENDMENT PLEASE, LORD ADALLBAAL!"

Thunder rocked my very essence. When my coherence had returned, I checked the contract. The next line of words had vanished, returned to a squiggly line. An Amendment? Who the fuck was coming up with these rules? I needed a pamphlet or something. It was getting too complicated.

"What??" I glared at her. Temporarily loosing my cool.

She gulped again. My balls pulsed. That really isn't fair. "My body and actions I do surrender. But I beg of thee, allow me to keep my mind and soul." She stared up at me almost desperately. I was almost impressed. She might suck at magic, but at least she had a teensy bit of critical reasoning.

I sighed in exasperation. "Very well. Your body and actions then, as my loyal devotee." With that, the rest of the clause returned to the line on my wrist. After she said the magic words, they inked themselves permanently into place.

"Get on with it then. What is your next condition?" Although this was an inconvenient process. It was good to know I had the ability to offer amendments. That would no doubt be useful.

Meghara laid out her second clause. "For my second condition - You will be my font of power. I will draw upon your magics and you will enhance my own. I lack the ability to do this on my own, but with your strength, I will become a great mage in my own right."

_Oh great. We're just doing classic Warlock shit now. _Something felt off about the wording of that last clause. I was fairly certain at this point she had come up with this stuff in advance and memorized the lines. I considered the request for a moment. In all honesty, I wasn't sure I could do what she was asking. But the gentle touch of intuition in my head told me it wasn't a difficult proposition. Compared to her, my arcane power was leaps and bounds stronger. Loaning her a few drops would be enough to get her into competitive ranges with the rest of the students, I was certain. "I accept". It was done.

Now it was time that I needed some insurance. She was getting a whole lot out of the agreement. But in all honesty, I already owned her body and the right to command her for any reason. There wasn't much left she could do to help, but oh boy were there a ton of ways she could fuck me over.

I looked to Meghara. "For my second restriction - I bind you to a pact of secrecy. You will never reveal my name to another without my consent. You will not expose me, nor will you expose the true nature of your knowledge, or power, or how you came by it to anyone by any means." I was bracing myself for an amendment, but it never came. Apparently she found that one reasonable, and accepted. Now it was time for her last clause. We were almost done.

"For my final condition - You will safeguard me from harm. (uh oh. Now we were getting into dicey territory. Of course she saved that for last.) You will not harm me, nor my loved ones, nor will you cause me to inflict harm upon myself or them. You will shield me, and protect me from all dangers.

_Fucking hell. That was problematic. _Although not for the reason she would think. Thanks to that Angelic vow, the main bit of that was of no bother. Of course I would agree to a condition I was already bound by. But some of the other pieces....those would need adjusting.

"An Amendment, my dear Meghara" I put every ounce of suave I had into the voice. This was delicate and I needed her to not push back too much.

She braced herself in concern, sweat beading off of her forehead and dripping down upon her cleavage. Another pulse. Focus!

"I will agree to not cause you harm, nor your family. I will even extend this graciously upon the innocents of your world (why not throw in what I was already required to do by that twink of a celestial?), but loved ones is too broad a term. Additionally, I am not omniscient. And while powerful, not All-Powerful. I cannot guarantee your ultimate safety in all circumstances. Instead I shall pledge to protect you to the best of my ability, as long as I am with you."

The student girl considered. I almost thought she would reject my amendment. What would happen then? I didn't know, but I didn't want to find out. After an uncomfortable silence of over a minute -

"Very well my Lord. I think I can agree to those terms."

"And now for my final condition." She nodded in anticipation.

"Since I cannot have your mind or soul, you will have to provide me with the opportunity for substitutes." Alarm flashed across her face. But before she could cry for an amendment I held up my finger. "10 per year. 10 per year of living souls you must bring to me. They do not have to be willing. They may be your enemies or rivals if you wish. You have only to bring them to me as an offering, and I will do with them as I wish. If you fail, then our pact is severed. I will be free of you, and your own soul is forfeit."

I tried to glare at her as strongly as possible. What did I need with 10 souls a year? No idea. I didn't even know what to do with a soul. But I was annoyed at the whole amendment situation and needed a way to re-assert who was the boss in this relationship. That, and I ran out of ideas to ask for before it was my turn again...Anyways, I glared at her to project as best I could that I wouldn't be accepting amendments to this one. "Deal or No Deal?"

She shivered. But said the words anyway. "I accept."

"Excelent," I growled. "We have a pact." With that, the final lines of our contract blackened into finality upon my flesh, and then faded away, leaving only the central rune on my wrist. The binding circle flared brightly, and then died down back into its dull read glow. Rather anti-climactic, but it was enough it seemed.

When nothing else started to happen, Meghara began to get up from her kneeling position, straightening her skirts.

"Don't do that." I ordered. "Stay there."

She froze in place. Panic etching its way on her face. "My...my Lord?" She questioned.

"Get back on your knees my dear devotee." She complied. Confusion and fear evident.

I stretched, and lazily started to undo the hemp drawstring around my angelically provided trousers. "I agreed to be your font of power after all," I said as the drawstring fell away. Ten inches of thick demonic cock flopped out of its confines, tip dripping in pre-cum thanks to all the arousal Meghara had unintentionally provided. I grasped the tube of meat in one hand and shook it, gesturing with my free finger for the girl to scooch forward.

Eyes affixed in horror at the dick swinging back and forth in front of her, she slid on her knees forward, until she was a mere breath from the invisible barrier between us. I rubbed the shaft in anticipation. It seemed the polymorph spell got all the anatomy bits right, as the (blood?) started flowing, engorging the length another several inches. I held it up in front of her face, its head resting in the air not an inch from her quivering lips.

"You wanted to draw upon my power." I smiled wistfully at the poorly worded constraint. "This is how you shall do so. Now get to work."