Sunday, July 28, 2013

The Calling

A bank of thick roiling clouds obscured the sky, lending a darker and more insidious air to the chilly fall night. Sensing this change in the ambient spectral energies of the capital city, Ariadne removed the soft kidskin glove and flexed her fingers vigorously. 

Turning her hand palm up, she concentrated her power on the arcane symbols and pentagram she’d burned into the skin so many years ago. The thick keloid scar tissue began to glow, first softly and then with ever more effulgent light.

Intoning the words of conjuration in a low, measured voice she focused her attention on the Otherworld, coaxing forth the eldritch denizen she required. At length, an arcane ember formed with a swirling burst of kaleidoscopic hues so colorful, induction of the creature into the realm of mankind was secured.

The summoning completed, she dispatched the imp to wreak what havoc she required with nary a thought for the consequences.


This story was written for the weekly Saturday Sunday Tails flash fiction challenge prompt: colorful induction. 

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