The Summoning
I landed face down on a hard surface in a poorly lit room. The experience had felt as though I were being pulled inside out, and I thought my recent breakfast may pay a visit to whoever I could hear moving in the smoke. The smell of a musky incense didn’t help the matter as I noticed some flickering lights in a circle around me.
“Damn it!” a voice said as I pushed myself to a kneeling position, “Another bad one.”
“Hel-Hello?” I called into the smoke, “What’s happening? Where am I?”
“Godfrey, do you want this one on any of the lists?” I heard the voice call again.
“Who’s there?” I asked, seeing faint flickers of movement through the smoke,
“Relax, Lyle, this is the point of what we’re doing here,” a second voice, presumably Godfrey, said. “Put it on the rank 1 sheet. I doubt that it’ll ever be much use to anyone, but it may come in handy for the weaker warlocks.”
“Warlocks?” I asked, trying to see better.
“Lyle is it?” I called, “Can you help me understand what’s going on here?”
“Don’t speak to it,” Godfrey said. “Even the weaker demons can be dangerous.”
I stood on shaky legs and took the few steps to the edge of the smoke. Just as I put my hands out to feel my way through the wall something blasted me back. It felt like I had been struck by lightning, but there hadn’t been any light to accompany it. I landed awkwardly back in the center.
“Send it back,” Godfrey said, “before it sees too much and tries to warn the others.”
There was a swirl of wind as the smoke closed in and once again I felt like I was being pulled inside out. I crumpled on my kitchen floor in a heap before getting sick. I scrambled from my house out into the yard. Thousands of tornado like clouds were descending and ascending from the thunder-storm, touching houses without harming them.
What the fuck is happening?! I thought.
