Knowledge

Alecia dreamed. In her dream she was the demon inside her. Her host as she’d begun thinking of him.

Alecia was in a dark place when she felt the pull. Suddenly, she found herself in a summoning circle.

She turned to face her summoner.

“I did it! Damian said it couldn’t be done, but I did it!”

“You have called me forth from the pit, why has thou disturbed me?” Her voice boomed.

“Simple, I’m going to kill you and take a measure of you power!”

She laughed. Her summoner was a five foot, five inch bespectacled twenty year old. She prepared herself knowing he would have to break the protective circle.

He pulled a dagger from his belt. She recoiled. She doesn’t know where he got it, but the dagger held power. She readied herself.

He broke the circle with a thrust of the knife. It nearly cut her, but she was just a hair too quick.

Freed from the circle she moved right. He spun swiping with the dagger at her. She avoided it and looked around the room. The realization she was underground in some sort of basement hit her. Rather than torches the room was lit by magic glass balls.

He charged at her again. She avoided him and casted a spell to cover the magic balls in darkness. The room went pitch black. The pathetic mage swung the dagger blindly. Of course she could see him fine.

She strode over to him, grabbed his arm and broke it at the elbow. He screamed and dropped the dagger.

She spent the next six hours torturing him and listening to his beautiful voice screaming in terror and pain. When she offered him a release from pain in exchange for his soul, he was only too eager. She devoured it, growing stronger.

Alecia awoke. She understood now. She had defeated the demon within her. It’s powers were hers to take.

She tasted him and he tasted dark and sweet. She begin drinking his knowledge and power like a cat lapping cream from a bowl. Unlike the pathetic boy with the knife. Her host was defeated and alive and she’d take every morsel of power within him.

Knowledge of demonic spells and the ability to cast them became hers. Knowledge of sex with a vast array of men women and other things flooded her. Before the memories she had been straight. Now she was open to anything that brought her pleasure. All that her host’s victories became her victories. All that he was became hers.

She sat up and grinned. It was time for her to visit her family. But, who first, her sister or mother?