• With a explosive crash, a young man stumbles from the laboratory in a smoking trail of burnt clothing.

    "Damn! Why can't I get this spell to work!?" he mumbles to himself.

    Straightening out the tattered remains of his clothing, he returns to the summoning chamber.

    A large circle drawn out in silver powder is surrounded by burning candles. The smell of dragon's blood and sandalwood incense hangs in a looming cloud. A book lies open outside of the circle and he approaches with caution. Closing his eyes, he pictures the arcane symbols drawn out across the page.

    With a sigh, he starts to chant in a voice which sounds like many creatures speaking at once. A humming vibrates through the air. The silver powder starts to glow in a blinding aura of brilliance. Suddenly, a globe of darkness appears in the center of the circle and collapses in upon itself. A thin rift appears where the globe once floated.

    From inside the rift steps the most enchanting woman a mortal man could ever hope to lay their eyes, or otherwise, upon. She is wearing absolutely nothing which further enhances her beauty. A smile creeps on her face, and his heart is lost.

    "How may I service you?" the demoness sighs in a sultry voice.

    The man is stunned. This wasn't what he was trying to summon.

    "Um, who are you? I was seeking aid from a demon prince. You don't look like a prince..." he mumbles as he tries to hide the growing excitement in his pants.

    "Open the circle. I can assist you with that," she casually nods at his reaction. "I promise, I will treat you like an emperor." She enticingly rubs her hands across her body with her fingers resting suggestively between her thighs.

    Being that he had never experience the pleasures she was obviously offering, the mage went into a panic. What was he to do?

    "If I open the circle, do you promise not to harm me?" he asks.

    "I will not harm you. Let me take care of you." Parting her lips, she runs her tongue smoothly across the upper lip.

    Being a trusting man in the face of a beautiful woman, he believes her. Walking forward, he sweeps away an opening in the silver dust with a wave of his hand.

    A smile spreads across her face. Stepping forward, she draws him toward her and kisses him deeply. His world explodes in front of his eyes in a haze of dancing light. Pulling him down, she changes his world forever.

    Something is wrong. He feels himself dying.

    "What is going on? I thought you promised not to harm me!" he moans in pleasure and pain.

    "What did you expect? I'm a demon!" she laughs as she drains the life from him in her loving embrace. "Never trust a demon... now your soul is mine!"