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Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)
Jasmine seems amused more than anything else, clearly understanding what Helena is going for. Cindy seems more thoughtful than before, listening intensively.
"Well, when I was sixteen I...ran away to avoid marriage. The second son of the local baron - a horrible, obese man - was a little too interested in me, and my parents were only seeing his money. I had some talent for magic, so when I by miracle managed to arrive in Paris, I apprenticed myself to a conjurer in exchange of certain favors. He wasn't particularly skilled, but he managed to conjure minor imps just fine, and taught me the basics of the craft in between his research for some obscure ritual.
About four years later, he finally revealed the ritual to me: it was one for summoning a powerful demon. The demon turned out in form of a stunningly beautiful woman, then slew him on the spot. Jezebel - as the woman called herself - was more powerful than he had anticipated. With the man who had attempted to bind her to his service dead, she was much more amenable - or so she claimed - so she offered her services to me, for no price at all. Of course, by then I already knew better than that, so we...negotiated. The contract was signed in blood, of course. Jezebel was - is, I suppose I should say - big on tradition like that.
After that, I spent several weeks with Jezebel. Though I was more slave than anything else, the contract had limits on how far she could abuse me. She somehow managed to bypass most of those while following the letter of the contract, but she kept the most important ones. And all the while I was learning more. At the end I willingly stepped into a summoning circle, and she summoned me back. By then I was a succubus, but of course, I was also in her summoning circle."
Jasmine abruptly stops, suddenly uncertain.
Jasmine seems amused more than anything else, clearly understanding what Helena is going for. Cindy seems more thoughtful than before, listening intensively.
"Well, when I was sixteen I...ran away to avoid marriage. The second son of the local baron - a horrible, obese man - was a little too interested in me, and my parents were only seeing his money. I had some talent for magic, so when I by miracle managed to arrive in Paris, I apprenticed myself to a conjurer in exchange of certain favors. He wasn't particularly skilled, but he managed to conjure minor imps just fine, and taught me the basics of the craft in between his research for some obscure ritual.
About four years later, he finally revealed the ritual to me: it was one for summoning a powerful demon. The demon turned out in form of a stunningly beautiful woman, then slew him on the spot. Jezebel - as the woman called herself - was more powerful than he had anticipated. With the man who had attempted to bind her to his service dead, she was much more amenable - or so she claimed - so she offered her services to me, for no price at all. Of course, by then I already knew better than that, so we...negotiated. The contract was signed in blood, of course. Jezebel was - is, I suppose I should say - big on tradition like that.
After that, I spent several weeks with Jezebel. Though I was more slave than anything else, the contract had limits on how far she could abuse me. She somehow managed to bypass most of those while following the letter of the contract, but she kept the most important ones. And all the while I was learning more. At the end I willingly stepped into a summoning circle, and she summoned me back. By then I was a succubus, but of course, I was also in her summoning circle."
Jasmine abruptly stops, suddenly uncertain.
