DEMON, DEVIL, SPIRIT, TOTEM

“Demons, being creatures of chaos from the elemental planes of evil, are by nature lazy, vicious, and temperamental. Demonic society is centered around the deprivation of pleasure. The strong subjugate the weak and take delight in tormenting their subordinates. Simple pleasures like eating, drinking, and rest are denied them. This is why Demons are eager to obey a summons to the Prime Material plane of Earth; even though our world is relatively cold, strange, and they are likely to be bound to a human master, they know in this world they can actually experience pleasures.”

Cassie ran her finger down the yellowed parchment of the book, the overly complicated illumination forcing her to read slowly. Her mentor, Ballahrim, had let her borrow this old guide to help her make her decision. She was fast mastering her last cantrip. Once she had mastered the Twelve, she would be eligible to join the ranks of the Ascended magic users. And at that ceremony, she would have to choose a minion. What she chose would forever shape the path her magic would take. She read on.

“This then, is how you control a Demonic minion. On the one hand, you must somewhat cater to their desires. Allowing the minion access to food and drink, especially fresh meat and alcohol, earns their loyalty. Providing them with physical pleasures, most chiefly sexual pleasure, is considered a high treat for them. Demons are often intensely heterosexual; a common punishment on their plane is then to deny them access to the opposite sex. The myth that demons prefer homosexual encounters is more based in the reality that they will forcibly rape their own gender to vent their frustrations. The stronger and more powerful your minion, the more you will have to attend to satisfying their carnal needs.”

Her chocolate brown eyes kept shifting down to the illustration at the bottom of the page. All of the pictures in this tome were hand drawn, with an incredibly fine, detailed hand. Though they were just ink drawings, they were so well rendered they almost moved on their own. The image on this page was of a succubus demoness being sexually taken from behind by her Sorcerer. He was grabbing her wings, a pair of batlike appendages not quite large enough to be useful, and was cruelly pulling back on them for leverage as he thrust into her. The look on his bearded face was a sneer of lust; her face was an anguished moan.

The old ones were a sexist, horny bunch of old goats, she thought as she studied the image. You could imagine the servant’s long, wild hair moving as she whipped her head back as he slammed his cock into her, exerting his dominance. Every reference in this thing to a master is a He, never a She. Is this thing older than equal rights, then?

She turned the page, angling the book to catch the lamp light. The one thing that truly sucked about being in a castle, learning magic, was the lack of electricity. Modern electric circuits were routinely fried by the arcane energies practiced and developed here. So everything was old school by necessity. Books, lamps, and wood stoves, not computers, lights and microwave ovens. The fuck is THAT?

The picture at the bottom of this page showed a hideous, fat, four armed demon seated on a throne, belly laughing. His arms held all the sins: a leg of meat, a bottle of rum, a lit cigar. His fourth hand was entwined in the hair of a woman kneeling between his legs. Though you could only see her from the waist up, and from behind in the drawing, the implication that she was blowing the demon was clear.

Ah, because of course THAT’S what happens in the old days when a woman tries to control a minion. Jokes on them, if the stories I’ve heard are true. A number of male wizards have had to play the trombone, or worse, when their demons got the better of them. So what’s this say here then..?

“On the other hand, control over a Demon must be established harshly and repeatedly. You cannot reason with a Demon or make bargains with them. They understand only power and command. It is critical that you often exert your authority over your minion, making it clear that you are in charge. A lack of punishments or tasks is taken to be a sign of weakness. Demon minions will often test their limits, exploring for weakness to exploit in their masters. A weak willed Sorcerer attempting to control a powerful Demon may soon find himself the servant, attending to ever increasing demands.”

Her hand strayed down to her lap as she read. Novices always had to share their rooms with another, in part to prevent too much privacy for just this type of research. But for now she was alone, in her room at her desk. She kept looking at the image. It was almost hypnotic. That would be so hot, she thought. I’d have a big, hulking demon, and not just get to fuck with him, but it would be expected. And every so often, he just might turn the tables. Make me his bitch, just for a night. Then I’d get some payback..

“Demons are a lot of work, and a constant headache. But having one as a minion has powerful benefits. They are protean creatures, able to change their own forms with varying precision. Succubi in particular are masters of shapeshifting disguise. They have the power of evocation, producing and controlling the forces of nature like fire, lightning, and darkness. A Sorcerer with a demonic minion gains access to magic characterized by Fire: fast, powerful, destructive spells.”

Cassie made some notes in her private spellbook journal. She only had this book for the night, and would have to slip it back to Ballahrim’s study before morning meditations. She continued on to see what the manual had to say about the second type of minion to choose from.

“Devils are in many ways the opposite of Demons. The planes where they exist are paragons of order. Brutal, absolute order. The hierarchy of Devils is legion, with orders never being questioned. Laws are of paramount importance to them. Rules are viewed as a way for the weak to be controlled by their superiors. Consequently, when dealing with a Devil, bargains are absolutely essential. You do not command a Devil by force, but rather enter into a negotiation with them. Devils are eager to leave their plane as well, in order to further themselves with status and increase their standing in the hierarchy. ”

She tucked a strand of her long, brown hair back behind her ear and pushed her glasses up on her nose as she studied the picture on this page. A female Devil, standing there in Victorian dress, wearing glasses and holding some books to her chest. She had an impish smile, a pair of devilish horns poking through her hair, and a long whiplike tail peeking out under her skirts. Damn, this book IS old. I get it though. This is the low key undercover lover. The slutty librarian for the nerdy wizard. Make a great lawyer, though.

“When you summon a Devil, you must be prepared for a long, arduous negotiation session. Devils are notoriously good advocates and deal makers. A minion’s contract often runs to many pages with ridiculous details. However, the results are profound: a Devil will always unquestioningly follow the rules of the contract. They will be exactly the servant you asked of them to be, no more, no less. As long as you do not enter into a situation that is considered a breach of contract, they will remain loyal, trustworthy servants. They lack the easy shape changing of Demons, but can usually change their appearance enough to at least pass for human. They are naturally asexual and gender must be specified in the contract if one is to be assumed.”

The picture on the next page showed a Wizard standing, again with a beard, before a kneeling minion. This male Devil was holding up a large chunk of a gold nugget, head down in supplication. Behind the Wizard stood several young women, wearing Victorian undergarments, with slack jawed expressions. Of course you sick pervert sexists have to show that Wizard nerds can mind control chicks, she thought.

“A Wizard employing a Devil as a minion will gain access to spells best described as Earth spells. Magic that is protective, enhancing, and manipulation of physical matter. Wizards are also masters of control, including controlling the minds and bodies of others. Devils have an innate sense of things buried in the ground, and these servants can often find gold and precious metals for their master. Devils often bring their masters great wealth.”

Thoughts kept springing into her head as she now slowly rubbed herself through her pants. I could run my own lawyer’s office, if I want. Or a stockbroker, or some shit. Have my underling MALE devil serve at my pleasure. I just have to specify it in the contract. Or maybe have a few cabana boys enthralled to me back at the mansion, serving me poolside. That would be fucking awesome.

“Spirits are the ghosts of formerly living humans, or more rarely, spiritual embodiments of locations or beasts. They are usually invisible to all but their Master, although with effort they can be more or less corporeal for brief times. Spirits can choose to interact with physical objects, or pass through them at will. Being formerly mortal, they retain the knowledge and memories of their previous life, as well as knowledge of things they have seen after death. An ancient spirit therefore provides its Oracle master access to knowledge and experience that literally takes lifetimes to acquire.”

This one gave her pause. The other minion types were definitely not human, but spirits, ghosts, whatever, they were once living people. Did she really have the right to command them around? Well, apparently, they want it. They need the interaction. I’ve heard of some ghosts being clingy though. And you can’t really control who gets summoned. What if I choose a boring one? Or a hot one?

“Spirits attend to summonings to fill voids in their existence. Without a physical anchor, they tend to drift in a bland nether state of being. They crave companionship, new experiences, and above all emotion. When an Oracle takes on a Spirit as a minion, he acquires a lifelong companion — whether he wants it or not. The mental link between the two is never broken, no matter the distance. The Oracle can see through the Spirits senses, and vice versa. Conversations occurring inside the master’s head can be lengthy and repetitive, as Spirits often have issues that haunted them in life that they wish to obsess over. ”

The picture on this page showed an Oracle seated at his desk, eyes closed in meditiation. He was clearly seeing through the eyes of his minion, a female spirit looking through the wall at an outdoor scene of a swimming hole, where several nude nymphs cavorted in the water, unaware they were watched. Become an Oracle, look in the girl’s locker room, she thought as she turned the page. Here, the female ghost had superimposed herself on a living woman, possessing her. The living woman and the Oracle master were locked in a passionate embrace. Oh, and date rape a girl for bonus. Fuckers.

Still, the pictures were mesmerizing. If she summoned the right spirit, the ghost of an old Scottish warrior say, and they had a passionate romance that defied time and space.. REALLY? READ!

“Spirits have the ability to temporarily possess a human host, although never their own master. When doing so, the host’s psyche goes dormant, as if asleep, and they have no recollection of the event. Spirits provide a bridge across the Veil, allowing visions of past, present, and likely futures. Oracles with Spirits as their minions get access to Air spells. The emphasis is on knowledge and divination, but also on flight and invisibility. ” More notes, more reflections. Which way to go? Each minion had their own powerful strengths, but also had drawbacks. Theoretically, any Ascended could cast any type of spell, but their minions gave extra power to certain kinds, made them easier to learn.

“Finally, Totem familiars may be selected as a minion. Totems are manifestations of nature, almost always taking the form of an animal. They take on traits of their animals; Bears are strong and wise, Wolves fierce yet loving, Cats devious and inquisitive. Totems are friends and guides to their Shamans. You do not command or punish a Totem, but ask as a friend for a favor. ”

The image here was of a classic werewolf form, hairy but bipedal, his thick wolf’s head lowered to bite a woman’s shoulder from behind. The look on her face could have been pain or pleasure. Cassie thought about having a werewolf minion. As a friend. Fierce yet loving. Yeah, fucking fierce and loving….

“Totem familiars can always pass for the common animal they represent; indeed this is their natural form. With effort, they can become humanoid, although they usually retain some aspects of their animal nature in their form. It is difficult for them to pass as human, the misinformed would describe them as ‘Lycan’ or ‘werecreatures’. They can speak when in humanoid form to others, but when in animal form they communicate only in telepathic link to their master, and then only at a limited distance, usually a few hundred yards. Shamans can view the world using the Totems senses.”

The last page on Totems had a male Shaman lying with a feminine Snake totem. He was naked, obviously plowing into her missionary style. Her arms and legs were essentially tails, or long tentacles, writhing and wrapping around his limbs as he flexed his muscular ass, pushing into her. Her head was like a cobra, with a spread hood, her fanged mouth tilted back and open. Her long tongue flicked out to meet with his. Damn, are there any illustrations that DON’T have freaky sex fetishes? Wait, why am I complaining??

“Shamans gain access to the Water school of magic, also called life magic. Healing of the body and mind is emphasized, as well as increasing abilities. Illusion and deceptive magic is also used. The Totem also gives the master the ability to communicate with normal, lesser animals as well. They are boon companions to the Shaman, but they are also independent and do not always do as they are told. They also tend to judge a Shaman’s choices, and those that harm others needlessly or are destructive to nature may find themselves abandoned by their familiar.”

At this point, she just unzipped her jeans and pushed back from the table, her hand slipping down inside her panties. One thing about Shamans, They’re always hot. They use that life magic to buff up. They might not be rich or shoot fireballs, but they’re always happy, hot, and confident. I like the sound of that.

As her fingers flicked over her clit, her other hand snaked up her shirt to tweak at her nipples. She was slender, and had modest breasts, but in the back of her mind she had always felt like it wasn’t enough. She had never been the center of attention. Cute? Sweet? Sure. But fucking hot? A sex goddess? Not her. Not yet. A cascade of images flooded through her mind as she masturbated. The lamplight flickered occasionally as her foot knocked into the desk. Some of the thoughts were of the pictures in the book. Some were her own. Some were her own, but appeared drawn in the same expert hand as the book…

I could have a Demon lover. Be a fucking dominatrix to him. A big fucking brute that would ravage me if I let him. But of course I wouldn’t let him. Because a Sorceress is a bitch on wheels. Fire and Passion.

I could take a Devil for a partner. Quiet, rock solid, dependable. Wizards are always rich. They always get what they want. I’d be the Boss. Not just of my minion, but all my human underlings as well.

A Spirit companion could show me past lives. Past loves. Centuries of knowledge of pleasure. Somebody who is totally fixated on me. You never get a closer, more intimate minion than a ghost.

A Totem would never be fully human, but would be my lifelong friend. Might be fun if he watched as I bring home guys to my place, me all graceful and slinky as a cat. Horny like animals get.

The images all flowed together as she pleasured herself. Little moans escaped her lips as she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, letting the fantasies wash over her. Making her Demon grow a second cock just to double penetrate her, then denying him twin orgasms when he comes. Using ghostly eyes to spy on couples having sex in the dark. A taller, tanner, wilder version of herself, in the forest, with a half stag satyr mounting her in the moonlight. Ghostly hands manifesting themselves in the shower, washing her hair, caressing her body, a cock made of ether penetrating her. The same ghost cock fucking her in public with no one the wiser. Her Devil lover using his tail to tickle her ass while she rode him, just like she told him she would. Like he agreed to. A werewolf and a demon at the same time, pinning her across an altar, spitroasting her. The demon flooding her mouth with come while the werewolf howled as he shot inside her.

Her orgasm started to wash over her. Her hand rubbed hard on her clit as she put her free hand to her mouth to keep from crying out too loudly. Her hips bucked in her chair as a long series of strong pulses of pleasure ran through her. And the whole time, fantasies of power. How magic was going to change her life. Change her. She opened her eyes, panting, and with sticky fingers closed the leather bound manual.

“Thank you,” she breathed, leaning her forehead down on the book. “Thank you, thank you.”

“I’ve made my choice. I know what I’m going to choose now.”