“I summon thee, Vermina, demon of the Underworld.”
At those words, the circle that had been so carefully drawn on the floor lit up with it's sinister glow. Blood sliding across the floor on it's own accord as it lined up perfectly with the symbols, soaking into the circle to paint it red. The offering accepted. Any form of light in the room being quickly snuffed out as a violent aura sprung forth, spiraling in the center with all of the intensity and violence of a twister, as in it's center a form began to take shape. At first, it was completely unrecognizable, then bit by bit, it began to to take proper form, cracks riveting across the floor at Gideon's feet at the sheer intensity of the process, the only light in the entire room being provided by the strange glow of the demonic sigil. Before long, however, the summoning was complete, and in the center of the circle, a hunched over figure could be seen. Rasped, labored breathing sounding from it.
How it hurt to be summoned.
It felt as if every fiber in her body has been set aflame and forced through her own veins several times over. Taking several gasps of air as she took a moment to let such a feeling subside. Who dared...? It had been well over a thousand years since a mortal had been foolish enough to call upon her. To call her name. A small smirk tugged at the edge of dark painted lips, and slowly, she pushed off of the floor, rising to her feet. Long, raven black hair cascading well past her waist, and her form completely nude. She was slender, bearing high cheek bones and fully shaped lips, not a single flaw visible upon her pale flesh. Standing tall and straight as strange violet hued eyes opened, emitting a glow similar to the one that had lit up the circle.
"Humans never cease to entertain me..." She mused quietly, those eyes flickering over the now dead man who had obviously been stabbed.
"You, who called my name...."
She didn't need to ask it as a question, turning that chilling gaze upon Gideon. That smirk never quite leaving her face as she began to move towards him, "Like a little boy playing with things he has no true knowledge of." She hissed suddenly, stepping outside the circle, and as she did so, a wall of flames rippled to life around the human, trapping him in. Her smirk widening into a almost savage smile, "Oh, but I must at least thank you for bringing me back into this realm." She laughed, sneering towards him as she came face to face with him, a set of large black bat-like wings abruptly ripping free of her flesh with a spray of blood, coming to wrap around him to draw him in even closer, her face literally mere inches from his as her sweet breath danced across his cheek, "No many of you swine are daring enough to call upon me... or should I say idiotic enough? Entertain a old demon a bit further and tell me exactly what you plan to do with me?"
Was this human truly arrogant enough to think that he could ever command a demon of her power? A man, nonetheless.
Vermina almost couldn't contain her laughter at such a thought, and she stood, waiting for him to answer her or act. Her ill intentions almost seeming to choke the air around her and only a fool would miss the fact that his life was in danger.