Find someone more his size...

Hiding a glup, Aaralon commanded the imp again. "Go find me someone female who's nearby and sleeping. I'm going to summon a dream-eater, and if you serve me well, I'll see what I can do to reward you."

"Ohhh... Dealing with the BIG leagues now, aren't you?" the imp cooed as she flew out, wriggling her little furry ass and throwing a kiss at him before disappearing form his sight.

Aaralon sighed as he brought out a small gem and casted a simple spell that would allow the target to have a good and rather wet dream. With that simple task done, he flips his tome to the page where the arcane words to summon a dream-eater demon was.

Dream-eater demons were rather dangerous, but not in the usual sense. They have no True Names to be bound but they can be compelled to certain actions, like all lesser demons, but the biggest danger comes from their ability to consume a person's mind when they're dreaming, leaving nothing behind except for the dream. They were used as punishment to criminals who would deal with the realms of dreams, leaving merely shells of who they were, forever thinking themselves as their dream-selves.

Aaralon's danger is that he cannot be near it when it finishes consuming the target. He didn't own anything that would protect him if the dream-eater was still hungry after feeding, and he really didn't want to find out what it's like to be eaten.

"Damn that imp..." He muttered to himself as his arousal **** him to do something he wasn't completely ready for. Sure, he could summon some other lesser demon, maybe the Spine-Eater demon that could control people's bodies by consuming their spines and linking the brain, but those require the target to actually be where it was summoned.

That, and a dream-eater is extremely hard to detect, considering the amount of people who dream at night.

He was distracted from his thoughts when the imp returned and cheerfully told him that she's found a target close by.

Aaralon quickly preformed the ritual and the Dream-Eater appeared as a nearly translucent cloud in front of him.

"Demon, follow the Imp to your target." He ordered. Aaralon then brought up the gem and gave it to the imp. "After she places the gem on the target's forehead, she's yours. Have her come here, and try to avoid attention. The imp will lead her to me."

The little imp grabbed the gem and quickly flew out while the mist-like demon followed behind.