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- CHAPTER 1: IT'S IN A BOOK...
- "Pfft, magic schmagic. Do you really believe this horseshit, Nigel?"
- >"But Anon," warned an annoying voice belonging to a skinny, nerdy looking man, "The rite of reappropriation is a real thing! If you go through with this, you'll be sent to purgatory until the universe decides you're needed!"
- "Pfft, what's the worse that could happen? I butcher a language that probably doesn't even exist? Gimme that book of yours."
- >"Anon, be careful with that!
- "Alright, let's make a bet. $20 says this shit does nothing."
- >"Well, I'd have to go to my bank for tha-"
- "A deal's a deal, fucker! Get ready to pay up."
- "Alright, let's see here."
- >The book is bound in an odd leather, and seems older than your mother.
- "woh tuoba lla yrôts a si siht ,wön"
- "nwõd edispû denrut-deppïlf tog efil ym"
- "etünim a ekåt ot ękil d'I dna"
- "ereht thgir tis tsuj"
- "ria leb dellac nwot a fo ecñirp eht emaceb I woh uoy llet ll'Į"
- >A horrendous writhing and crackling sound is heard all around you, slithering around your head and momentarily lingering beside your ears before moving on to now be coming from the book.
- >Instinctively, you drop the book.
- >At least you try to.
- >The book appears to have grafted itself to your hands.
- "OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!"
- >Your nerdy fuckwit of a friend is simply standing there, staring in shock.
- "NIGEL, HELP ME YOU JEWISH ASSHAT!"
- >He's not moving and just continues to stare.
- >A movement from the book redirects your attention as a black tar-like tentacle creeps out.
- >OH SHIT NIGGER
- >HOW CAN YOU NOPE YOURSELF OUT OF THIS ONE?
- >Before you can nope off to never land, the tentacle lunges itself at you and wraps around your neck and shoulders.
- >More tentacles come from the pages and begin grabbing you all over.
- >The tentacles lift you into the air and the book remains levitating where it was, still grafted to your hands.
- >The tentacles line you up head first pointed into the book, and in one sudden violent motion, you're sent through the pages of the book with many a sickening crunch and rapid waves of pain.
- >With all but your fingers through this rape portal, the book slams closed, crushing your fingers which just now finally become ungrafted.
- >The book drops to the floor and all is quiet as Nigel looks on in utter disbelief.
- >After what seems like an eternity, he finally speaks.
- >"Well, looks like I get that $20!"
- >Well.
- >This is purgatory, apparently.
- >Everything is black, with blobs of color pulsing in and out, like when you close your eyes.
- >You can't feel your body, and have a complete lack of orientation and spatial positioning.
- >All you can do is think.
- >Let's see... What happens now?
- >Well, that Nigel faggot said it was a "Rite of reappropriation", and go figure, you're in purgatory until the universe decides you're needed.
- >How long is that going to be?
- >Haven't a clue, but it's probably going to be a while in this place.
- >An indeterminable interim of solitude and nothing but your thoughts.
- >Isn't that a recipe for insanity?
- >Guess we'll find out.
- >It feels like a length of time incapable of being comprehended by the human mind has passed, and yet you remain sane.
- >You thought for years and years, then decided to just stop until something happened.
- >And guess what happened. Nothing. So why did you resume thinking?
- >You don't know, but something is off.
- >A small bright tear has appeared in front of you!
- >The tear widens and widens, and you can see shapes.
- >You're raised to this tear, and are slowly stuffed through, the tear conforming to your body's various shape as you arise.
- >Blinded by this sudden experience of light, you clamp your eyes shut.
- >Suddenly the rising stops and you slowly open your eyes to the bright shapes around you.
- When you open your eyes, you see...
- (4/9)
- >You see two horses in front of you.
- >One is midnight blue, the other white.
- >Why are they wearing jewelry?
- >Also, why do they have horns and wings?
- >You reach your hand to pinch yourself, but are alarmed when all that meets your body is a stump.
- "What the fuck?!"
- >Your look down and see a body similar to the two horses in front of you, except it has a dark crimson coat and a matching set of long, jet black mane and tail.
- >On its ass is what you get when you mix a satanic pentagram and a heart together to make a satanic heartogram, complete with arcane symbols inside of it.
- >Said mark consists of golden lines, contrasting with and complementing the dark crimson coat it sits upon.
- >Moving upwards, there lays a set of wings demonic dragon-like wings on its back, with the main bone structure the same dark crimson red as the body, black bony looking talons at each main joint of the wing, and a dark grey thin membrane acting as the airfoil of the wing.
- >Even further up from that is a neck, which extends to...
- >Your head.
- >This is your body.
- >What on God's green earth is going on here?!
- >"Ahem"
- >Looking back to the horses, the white one speaks.
- >"If you're done acting like you've never seen your body before, we have some business to discuss."
- >"Indeed", the blue one adds, "Time is of great importance here."
- "What the hell is going on here?"
- >Woah.
- >Was that your voice? It couldn't be, this voice was that of a seductive female, deep and sultry; and yet it originated from you.
- >With a slight scowl, the white one answers "You see, the reason why we have summoned you here is because Equestria has fallen into great danger, and-"
- "Hold up just one god damn minute here... I wasn't asking for story time here, I was asking oh, you know, WHY THE FUCK AM I A HORSE?! Where the badgerfuck am I, and what the hell is going on?!"
- >The horses have a combination of shock, anger, and confusion on their faces.
- "Well? The question isn't going to answer itself, out with it!"
- >The blue one looks pissed right now, like you had shit on the rug.
- >"YOU DARE SPEAK SO UNCOUTHLY TO YOUR SUMMONERS, MUCH LESS ROYALTY?! REDEEM WHAT GOOD GRACES YOU CAN, FOR TARTARUS IS NOTING COMPARED TO-"
- >A white hoof raised in front of butthurt blue served to silence it and turn their anger down from a boil to more of a simmer.
- >"You must just be unused to your form," speculated whitey, "and as I recall, demons are sometimes pulled from different dimensions."
- >Demon? What is she talking about?
- >"My name is Princess Celestia, and that is my sister, Princess Luna. Together we rule over the land of Equestria, home to peaceful ponies."
- >Well, things are starting to add up at least. Not really.
- >"Now, admittedly royalty summoning a war demon such as yourself is not an every day occurrence. Equestria is in utmost danger, and we are willing to make a contract with you to save our nation."
- >"Sister," Luna says through her teeth with great contempt, "We think that is not a war demon."
- >"What?"
- >Celestia's gaze directs its attention to your rump, or moreover the heartogram that lays upon it.
- >She stares at it for a moment, a look of "well, shit" clear on her face.
- >"Luna, do you remember what type of blood the summoning rite called for?"
- >"The blood of one with traits you wished to instill into the demon, so long as the owner was confident and had a fiery passion in them."
- >"And who's blood did you use?"
- >"Loyalty's, we wished to have the demon loyal to us."
- >"Loyalty does have a fiery passion, but she lacks the confidence component when it comes to her... sexuality."
- >Luna drops her attention from you and looks at her sister, slight confusion on her face.
- >"What role does that play in all of this?"
- >"The blood used in the rite directly determines which type of demon is summoned," Celestia informs, "Loyalty's fiery passion and troubled sexuality combined to create a succubus, not a war demon."
- >The sudden revelation shows through on Luna's face, and she sits there, a dumbfounded look on her face.
- >"If you'll excuse us for a moment, Luna and I have something to discuss together in the hallway."
- >Celestia trots over to a set of dark wooden doors, Luna following with slight hesitation.
- >The doors creak open and close as they disappear into the hallway.
- >Even though the door is thick wood and metal, you can hear them bicker with each other through the slight gap at the bottom of the door.
- >Looking around the room for the first real time, you make note of its details.
- >First is the lighting, there's a few collections of candles throughout the medium sized room, but most of the light is coming from the circle.
- >Speaking of, the circle is your typical pentagram, made of glowing golden chalk, candles at the star points, and glyphs strewn about.
- >Further out is a ring surrounding the summoning circle, made of what you imagine is salt.
- >The walls are adorned with shelves, containing occult trinkets and many tomes of esoteric knowledge, such as...
- >Demon butt stuff and you, Volume 7?!
- >You don't know what was more concerning, how thick it was, or that two princesses owned it.
- >Putting the thought aside, you notice some of the stuff that was used to summon you.
- >Silver dagger, chalice of blood, and... A maid's costume covered in goo.
- >Christ, this had to of been the weirdest summoning ever.
- >The bickering in the hall quickly heightens, and just as quickly stops.
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