Confrontation

From where Aaralon was hanging he could only just make out the top of the head of the person who had stepped into the room. It was enough however to know that it was Grand Master Leonardo, he was the single most powerful Wizard not only in the school but in the nation. If there was anyone who could put the demon down it was him.

Aaralon heard the sound of wood being hit and suddenly sigils flared to life on the walls of the room. They seemed to be spaced out evenly, each of the ones he could see was uniform in its design and glowed with a pale light that never the less hurt to look at for long.

The Incubus glanced at the sigils, its body language seeming to change slightly as it did, before turning back to the Grand Master. Aaralon felt hope flutter in his heart for a moment as he thought that the demon must have realised the jig was up. There was no way it could survive being locked in whatever had been activated.

Much later Aaralon would learn that every single room in the school had a host of warding spells that was meant to contain outbreaks exactly like the one he had caused. They would sit, hidden from view, until someone did something to trigger them. Most would come to life automatically when needed but there was one that could only be activated by the Grand Master himself. It was a final option in the most dire of times. A series of sigils that ran through the entire school in one unbroken line. When activated it would seal the place off from the outside world. It had been created mainly so that the Wizards could put the strongest spells they had, spell that they had warded the building to withstand but that could level whole towns otherwise, against a threat. When Grand Master Leonardo tapped his staff on the ground he had turned that ward on and had begun to wind up to destroy the demon. That was not what happened sadly.

What did happen...Well, Aaralon was never really sure afterwards, he had been unable to see past the demons back and the three people who had been on the other side never got a chance to talk.

What he did know was that he heard a series of wet popping sounds that went on for a few moments and then the demon turned to the side. All that was left of the Grand Master was, well, it could only really be described as a mass of bones and skin. Piled up in a ever widening pool of blood.

The demon moved over to the nearest sigil, as it touched the pale symbol a flicker of red passed over it for a moment. Aaralon felt a strange sense of change, as if the ground had suddenly shifted slightly, and then the tentacles where dumping him on to the floor.

“Now,” the demon said. “Let's go see what fun we can have.”