Introduction

"Well, now that that's settled, we have some work to do to get you set up," Golthuem said.

"Oh?"

"Yep. First, I need to dust off the summoning ritual instructions. You'll need a way to contact me to fulfill your half of our Pact, and to be honest, I've forgotten the ritual. No one wants to play with us Eldritch Entities anymore, so I've had to take a more direct approach. I mean, when was the last time you heard of an Old God reaching out to a mortal. It's usually the other way around."

"Huh. Now that you mention it, that does sound a bit out of the norm."

"Right? Anyway. Let me get to work. Should only take a couple of minutes. Oh, and before I forget."

Golthuem waved his hand, and immediately, I felt myself change. Imagine being turned inside-out, then back to normal, then taking a really massive dump. The kind that leaves you feeling like you just lost 10 pounds and validates all of your poor life decisions.

"And there you are. One newly-minted Mindslaver, powers and all. And for the pièce de résistance-"

With a snap of his fingers, Golthuem created four heavy metal collars and set them down on the ground in front of me.

"First one's free. And it'll give you a chance to try out that Telekinesis of yours so you don't accidentally crush yourself. I've seen that happen on more than one occasion and trust me, it's not pretty. Be right back!"

On that chilling note, Golthuem disappeared. I started laughing.

"Yes! Oh my god, this is awesome!" I shouted. With a flick of my wrist, I telekinetically moved one of the collars to my hand. Something this heavy would be a solid reminder to the one wearing it that their life was no longer theirs, and it never would be again. I poured my power into the collar and watched as the cold metal began to glow a soft blue. I could take the power back out, returning the collar to its normal state, but at this moment, why bother? Instead, I filled up two of the other three collars and used the last as Telekinesis training, just like Golthuem recommended.

The power came with ease. Manipulating four objects was as easy as manipulating one. And then, Golthuem returned.

"Well, it seems someone is enjoying their new toys already!" he says with a hearty laugh, "I hope you haven't worn yourself out."

"Not yet."

"Good. Now here, this is for you."

Golthuem placed a canister in my hand. Opening up the top, it revealed a single piece of paper rolled up inside.

"That's the instructions for the Summoning Ritual. Now, don't you worry, you'll never lose it. It's bound to your powers, so simply snap your fingers and the canister will appear in your hand. And you are also the only one who can open it."

"Well, that's helpful. Anything else I should know?"

"Yes. I'd get to work on a more secure sleeping situation. You've made yourself **** to quite a few new methods of tracking, but you should have a few days before they should be able to get a location on you. I'd say 3 at the very most. I'd use that time wisely."

"Noted."

"Alright, that about covers it. In a few seconds, you'll wake up back at your desk. Now, I've got some new **** Pens to build."