Summonings are interesting things… You never know what will answer… Perhaps even a Succubi Queen… Another RP with a dear friend Wyn on the Garden…
By TeraS and Wyn
Taking one last cleansing breath, Alex began the ritual. It’s been so long, she had hoped that the last time would be forever. But it wasn’t meant to be. People come. People go. People grow. People change. She can’t make the one she love stay if they don’t want to… or could she? With a shake of her head, she banished the thought from her mind. No. She wouldn’t go there. Forcing a heart to stay, come back…
Alex didn’t want to be alone anymore. Her thoughts drifted to the binding ritual. It would be so easy to bring her lover back…
What does it mean to be loved? To hold someone in your heart? To know that, no matter what, you are loved in return. Without question. Without the thought of that love being repaid?
And, the question that matters most of all, are you worthy of that love in return?
Casting spells and playing rituals requires two very important things…
Clarity of thought. Clarity of purpose.
The calling was quite plain in the other worlds when Alex focused on what she had to do. The question was, which of the creatures would respond to her call? A single misspoke word, an inflection in the wrong place and she wouldn’t get what she wanted to have.
The ritual warned that if she did use it, she would summon a Succubi Queen, and that she would demand a price for the summoning.
Would Alex be willing to pay the price?
Would she take the chance and summon her in spite of herself?
That was the question…
And in another Realm, Tera reclined on her throne, watched Alex and considered her…
As the candles burned, Alex emptied her mind. She focused on Astarte, goddess of love. Upon her altar, she placed a silver ring wrapped in silk.
Goddess Astarte, I beg of thee
Bring my lover back to me.
Picking up an unlit candle, she used a nail to carve both her’s and her lover’s name onto it. She then placed it down on the altar.
Alex was unsure the ritual would work. It was one she found in a grimore written by someone else, not her own.
Loving goddess, name your price,
Make it known, I’ll pay it thrice.
Send my love back from where they’re found,
And to me, forever bound.
Alex sprinkled some of her bottled essence and some of her own made love oil over the candle. She knelt there, keeping the ritual on her mind as she watched the candles burn low.
The answer next week…