Something's wrong

The blackjack slammed into the back of my skull before Yeziroth could warn me. I fell into the familiar black pit. Images tore through my mind. I felt my skin being ripped off, my bone marrow being sucked out. What was happening to me? I thought I heard a scream. Yeziroth's scream...

When I came to I was sitting in my car in the passenger's seat outside of my office. My head felt like a smashed lightbulb that had been taped back together. My .45 was gone. Nuts. I opened the door and the whipping cold cut straight through me. "How 'bought some warmth?" I asked Yeziroth; and got no reply. "Yeziroth? Y?" I asked, but I knew. He was gone. Not just in slumber, but gone. I panicked and felt my heart. Still beating. Maybe it'd had time to heal since he'd been with me.

Despite myself, I felt his loss. Then a gust of wind picked up, peppering my face with snow like it was the ashes from a firebomb. I gritted my teeth, and a long suppressed rage filled my being, like a frothing wild beast breaking its chain. This ember of hatred flared to life as I stormed the steps to my office. This Rage was going to burn something to the ground, and I needed to know what.

Pris was in there, biting her lip when I tore the door open and walked in.

"Get the Book and the tools. I have a Succubus to summon." She looked worried. "NOW!" I roared as I slammed behind my desk. She brought the book in, and sat it down.

"Mike.."

"Can it! Get the tools. Chain, blade, and holy water; and get them 5 minutes ago!" I said through gritted teeth that hurt to clench but I couldn't help it. I tossed the book open and frustratingly flipped from page to page until I saw it. "The Incantation of Summoning the Succubus Liluza, Demon Empress of Seduction".

Pris came back in with the gear. I took off my jacket and flipped the carpet so the circle of protection was upright. "Mike, what the hell is wrong with you?" she asked.

"Pris. Strip." I said, taking my belt in my hand. She looked at it, and her eyes got wet. "Strip. I won't ask again." She reluctantly slid her skirt down her smooth legs as i lit the candles. When I had set up the book and holy water, she was standing in the office completely naked, covering herself for the first time in what looked like shame.

"You aren't going to hurt me, are you Mike?" she asked in barely a whisper. I sighed, a little bit of the rage subsiding.

"Not you Pris, not you. I'm sorry; but get in the circle."