This started as a really rough sketch back in April, & recently I felt confidant enough to finish it. I also tried something a little different with the colouring and I'm happy with the result~ 😊
This is the first chapter of a series I'm starting based around, who else, but LIJ. It is going to be an AU supernatural/mythological type story that I have no idea where is going
The scent of incense was cloying and heavy, lingering in the air. The lights were extinguished, only the candles scattered throughout illuminating the basement room. Five hooded figures knelt around a black pentagram sketched on the concrete floor, reciting a summoning spell in monotone.
Attenrobendum eos,
ad consiendrum,
ad ligandum eos,
potiter et solvendum,
et ad,
congregontum eos,
coram me.
"Holy Shit!"
The disbelieving utterance broke the trancelike atmosphere in the room, the eyes of the rest of the group popped open, gasps filling the silence as purple smoke billowed from the floor. The candles flickered as the smoke began to swirl, a whirlwind rising from the ground as the room began to shake, candles tipping over and extinguishing blanketing the room in darkness save for a purple light emanating from the center of the circle as the wind and shaking died down.
“I can’t believe it really worked.”
The smoke cleared revealing a pale figure kneeling in the midst of the pentagram.
“Master.”
**
Lajla Astren knelt on the cold concrete floor, eyes lowered as she waited for her Master to speak. Lajla didn’t normally pay much attention to summonings, pesky humans attempted the damn things all the time; but this time power had been emanating from the portal, drawing her in. She had been helpless to resist the lure. Nor did she want to. She was drawn to power, sought it out, and was eager to explore the source that had lured her to Earth.
Her long black nails scraped along the concrete as she waited, her tongue darting out to lick over her purple painted lips, perfect white teeth biting into the plump bottom lip. Raven black hair fell over her shoulders, with dark purple streaks that were hidden in the darkness of the room. Her pale skin was luminescent in the candlelight, breath coming in even pants as she struggled to remain patient. She could feel multiple sets of eyes on her, leering at her. She could sense none of the power that had drawn her through the portal, her senses reaching out in vain to tap into the source only to come up empty.
“I’m your Master.” One of the males finally spoke, his voice squeaking with excitement. It took a moment for Lajla to translate it, her mind sifting through the thousands of languages she knew before it settled on Japanese.
Hot rage began to pour through her veins like molten lava as she comprehended his assumption, her eyes flashing purple in the darkened room.
Lajla rose from her supplicant position, eyes raising to glare at the men gathered in front of her. The lust in the room was palpable, want reflected in their eyes as they roamed over her form. Lajla had been created for sin, the embodiment of lust, so it was a reaction she was accustomed to it though at the moment it was only fueling her hunger and rage.
Lajla sneered at the man directly in front of her, derision clear on her face as looked over his head to toe black attire and black makeup. Typical try hard wanna be Satanist. Black clothes and makeup do not a Satanist make. Her fingers itched to claw at his pathetic face.
“I summoned you. That means you belong to me. You have to do my bidding.” He said smugly as if he was an authority on the subject. “I read the spell instructions. I know how this works.”
“Ordinary demons, sure. But I am no ordinary demon. Only one who is worthy shall own me.” She snarled her hand shooting out to grip him around the throat, driving him backwards until his back slammed into the wall with a painful grunt. “You are not worthy to own me.”
Her fingers tightened further, eyes lighting up in revilement as he gasped around her hold his fingers clawing at her skin. Lajla grinned as she felt him struggling to gasp air through his throat, emitting pitiful sounds that only served to hasten his deprivation of oxygen.
“Hey, let him go.”
Lajla whirled away, letting the now unconscious man fall to the ground and advancing on the brave soul who dared to interrupt her. Seeing the others trying to flee up the basement stairs Lajla raised her hand throwing a shield in front of them and making the trio bounce back and fall in heap on the floor.
“You disturbed me. Drew me here under false pretenses.” She growled stalking towards them. “For that you must die.”
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Smiling in satisfaction Lajla flicked her tongue over her bloody lips, savoring the remnants of her victims’ blood before kicking a dismembered hand on her way to the stairs and turning around at the top. Such a beautiful scene, it was a shame she had to destroy it. With a last longing look at the blood splattered walls, dismembered limbs and mutilated flesh she sighed before snapping her fingers causing an eruption of flames and setting the room ablaze. Lajla soaked in the heat of the flames, feeling them licking at her skin as the room was incinerated. The flames crawled up her body, consuming the blood covering her skin and disintegrating her clothing until she stood nude in the flames. The bodies below were nothing more than ash, all traces of evidence wiped out by flames hotter than anything that could be found on Earth.
Stepping out into the main floor of the home Lajla searched until she found a bedroom, stealing a t-shirt and pair of sweats from the closet with a frown. They swam on her petite body, and honestly Lajla would rather walk around naked, but humans seemed to frown on nudity. Lajla didn’t understand the hang-up, but it wasn’t really her concern. Humans were strange creatures. The borrowed clothes would do for now, until she could find suitable replacements.
It was probably in her best interest to simply return home, but Lajla was intrigued by the power that had drawn her to Earth in the first place. The summoners had been a waste of her time, though they did provide a decent meal, but somewhere here in Yokahoma there was someone worthy of her submission. She would find the source of the power that had drawn her through the portal. Curiosity killed the cat, but Lajla hoped it would lead to more pleasurable pursuits for her.
“I’m sure he won’t miss these.” She said cheerfully swiping a set of keys with a BMW emblem on the keychain from the counter, walking towards where she assumed the garage to be located.
“Ooo, don’t mind if I do. Who knew Satanists drove convertibles.”
Sliding into the driver’s side of the cherry red convertible Lajla fired up the engine of the vehicle she certainly never would have expected her victim to drive. Reaching for the shifter Lajla started backing out of the garage, letting out a startled laugh when the car lurched forward almost hitting the wall. Slamming on the brake she blew out an annoyed breath. She needed to focus. Apparently driving was a little more difficult than she remembered. She couldn’t really be blamed. It had been a while since she was behind the wheel.
Making sure she was in the correct gear this time, Lajla backed down the driveway and out into the streets of Yokahoma. Pressing buttons on the navigation until she found a nearby shopping mall Lajla slid on the sunglasses she found beneath the visor and sped towards her destination.
It was a struggle to keep a neutral expression on her face as she walked through the doors of the department store, shrinking back from the pastels that littered the aisles.
“Can I help you?” A snooty voice had Lajla turning to encounter a saleswoman looking her over like she was a cockroach running across her shoe.
“If you want to keep your tongue I would remove that look on your face.” Lajla snapped. “I’m higher on the food chain than you will ever be. I don’t need your attitude. All I need to know is where your clothes are that aren’t going to make me puke just looking at them.”
“Excuse me?”
“Black? Leather? Sexy? Anything like that here?” Lajla asked waving her hand around the opulent store.
“I think you’d be better off next door.” The saleswoman said. “I’m sure they’ll have something more your style.”
Rolling her eyes Lajla brushed past the woman, smirking when the girl nearly tumbled over and headed to the store next door.
Now this is more like it she thought walking through the doors and immediately being beset upon by scores of black leather and high heels. Grabbing random clothes off the rack on the way to the dressing room Lajla ignored the staff and walked straight into an empty room, slamming the door in the face of the following employee.
Rifling through the pile Lajla tossed scraps of clothing aside until she found a pair of black leather shorts that were in her size with black motorhead tank top paired with fishnets and stiletto heels. Leaving her pilfered clothes in the mess she left behind Lajla exited the dressing room and headed for the door of the shop.
“Wait!”
Lajla pulled up short as a hand landed on her arm, stopping her from walking out. A sneer on her lips she glared at the offender, ripping her arm free.
“You can’t just walk out like that. You have to pay for those.”
Lajla frowned, confusion marring her brow before she remembered that particular facet of humanity. Apparently they liked to barter for things. Given she didn’t have any of that money they liked to use, she was going to have to pull another trick.
“I did pay.” She said flatly.
“You did?”
“I did. Don’t you remember? You rang me up.” Lajla looked into the sales girl’s eyes, staring deeply into them. “Right over at that register there.” She jutted her chin towards an unmanned register in the middle of the store hiding her smile as the girl’s head nodded slowly in acceptance.
“That’s right. I did ring you. On that register right over there.” She parroted. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Without further issues Lajla left the store, hopping into her borrowed convertible. Now that she was more suitably attired she could move on with her mission on Earth. To find the source of that power that had drawn her here.
