@fullcfwoe wanted a thread with Dylan
It was an inconvenient thing, being summoned. Like someone ripping your soul right out and trying to shove it back in with all the finesse of--
That wasn’t at all what it was like. He’d experienced that soul tearing once before and it was an altogether different experience.. This was another sort of nuisance. Less ripping and more grinding, bones without sinew, pressing upon each other. Painful, yes, but in a delicious sort of way.
The soultaker ground his teeth and rolled his shoulders. One second. Two. Ah. There. It passed.
He could ignore it, for a while, but eventually he’d have to follow the call. What was it this time? Another demon, seeking a favor? Maybe it was a human, some little witch or such. Would they give up when he didn’t make an entrance soon? No, no. It didn’t work like that at all.
It came again, stronger, and this time he growled under his breath and stood. Best to get it over with, he decided. Make quick work of whatever was needed of him and come back. Shouldn’t take too long.
The shadows joined him, the inky blackness attaching firmly to his leg. When he vanished, so did it, and upon arrival it spread out again, retreating into the already darkened corners to await him. The scent of a winter chill accompanied him, followed by an underlying touch of decay and blood.
Now that the summoning had occurred and he was where he’d been called, the pain eased and he could breathe again. He took in a heavy breath, lifting his head somewhat to level his dark eyes upon whomever had found his summoning mark.
He’d have to remind himself, later, to burn whatever book or scroll some hapless fool had scribbled it upon. Save himself some trouble in the future.
But for now, he applied one of his most charming smiles and spread out his arms. The game controller in his right hand dropped to the floor when he opened his hands. It bounced once, then rested on his boot, temporarily forgotten. “I’ve got a game of Skyrim waitin’ on me. Care to make this l’il visit a quick one?”
