7366/Conjuration Gone Wrong.

Conjuration Gone Wrong.
Date of Scene:	30 April 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Sabrina summons Daimon by accident.
Cast of Characters:	Hellstorm, Sabrina Spellman

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Hellstorm has posed:
    Somewhere else; Daimon Hellstrom is fighting a Type IV demon. The demon's claws have left their mark on the bare flesh of Daimon's chest, upper back, shoulders, stomach, and even lower back. His trousers are sliced seven ways to Sunday but his boots have remained intact. The bare chest of Hellstrom bears a flaming inverted pentagram and his green eyes are haloed by the same infernal Hellfire. Both hands are gripping the netharanium trident. A psychosensitive metal found only in Satan's extradimensional realm (Hell). It too is flaming with the same Hellfire that comes from Hellstrom himself. He lunges at the demon once again, going in for the kill. The snarl of his voice utters, "Demon, return to the depths of Hell! Tell my father that I'm not interested!"

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
In the woods surounding Riverdale where Sabrina most oft engages in her magicalisms, a pentagram has been drawn upon the clearing in white and black salt. In the center sits the white haired young witch with a ritual dagger pointed tip down into the center-mass of a raven she's cleaved as sacrifice for the conjurating spell. She's spoken the words of her spell in the dark tongue and cast the symbology of the deamon she intends to summon who, it turns out, is current engaged in a fight with none onther than Daimon Hellstrom.

So she can be forgiven if the spell accidentally pulls the wrong one of the two to the protective circle she's drawn near the single point of her pentagram.

Salem sits in a tree cleaning himself and otherwise looking incredibly bored about the whole ordeal.

Hellstorm has posed:
    There's a sudden pulling at his Darksoul. He feels it and it throws off his game. He lunges toward the demon, pointy end toward the infernal creature. Something grabs his left foot. Something that's not there. Someone. He falls forward. The trident overreaches, the demon steps to the side. The foot is pulled. Ripped from one place to where Sabrina calls.

    Landing faced down in the circle, trident being released from his grasp and landing somewhere outside the circle. He hits with a hard thud, feet up into the air. Quite embarassing if anything. With an oof.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
To say this is an unforseen turn is of no small understatement. Sabrina sees whom she's summoned and in what state he's arrived and is immediately up from where she's sitting in her own circle to step to just the edge of the protective barrier in which Daimon has been laid low. "uhhh..." She murmurs, eyes between the trident and the owner laying on his back like some kind of cartoon character.

"You are absolutely not the intended target of my spell.." As if this is not at all her fault, but only some twisted turn of fate outside her own control.

Hellstorm has posed:
    Looking pissed is an understatment when he turns his head to look over and up to the young girl. Hands are planted and he's on is feet in a second. Eyes aflame, pentagram upon his chest flares and there's a halo of heat and bent light all around his form. "Girl! What do you ...." he intones in a dark, infernal voice that sounds like his own blended with a demonic hiss. But then he realizes it's her and pauses mid sentence. He looks around at the surroundings. The muscular chest rises and falls as his breath slows. "Sabrina.", is stated with a simple recognition or greeting. He's still within the circle.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina raises her hands defensively at the onslaught of anger inherent in Daimon's emotionally driven retort! "It was an accident!" As if this somehow eleviates any wrong doing, so ever. When he cools, her hands drop back down to her sides, "Daimon." Greeting, quietly, in reply. Her barefoot shuffles in the dirt just outside the circle surrounding the son of the devil. "You have a nice trident." Politely, since she's certainly not looking at his bare chest bedazzled with pentagraphy.

Hellstorm has posed:
    Glancing to the trident. Hellstrom reaches for it. It comes to his hand. He steps toward her. Silent, but not ominious. His green eyes, no longer surrounded by flame, look down upon her smaller frame. Holding the trident upright, offering it her way, he says, "Want to hold it?"

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina holds out her hand for the trident, "It looks omenously like something no mortal should be messing with." Thankfully she's only half mortal, right? "Uhhh will this circle even hold you? I only ask because I've been practicing up on my warding and if I can successfully keep the son of the devil at bay... that's kind of a big deal for me."

Hellstorm has posed:
    "Nope." Hellstrom answers as he will place the trident within her hand. The metal, being psychosensitive, will tingle to her touch and resonate to her energies. Such that she could, if she wanted, focus her energies through it. Plus, he gave her permission to touch it. So it won't burst her into flame - if that's a thing.

    He steps outside of the circle and will walk to her other circle stepping into it and observing the layout for imperfections and clarity while she toys with his trident.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
It would be impossible for her not to feel powerful holding the trident, her own magical ability heightened by such an instrument. It's held out before her and turned over while Daimon inspects her handiwork at the pentagram, which for the most part seems intact. She's young in her witchcraft, but wards are among the first things to perfect if a young witch wants to grow old in this crazy wizarding world. "So much for the ego boost." She jokes when he walks right out of the circle without so much as a stutter in his step. "I didn't keep you from preventing an invasion of earth did I? I feel like that would be a bigger deal than coming to see me, even against your will."

Hellstorm has posed:
    "Ikanizabll. Type IV Demon. You were trying to summon him, weren't you? I'm sort of glad you didn't and got me instead. I'd hate to have found your entrails spread all over the forest floor and your muscles stretched between limbs. The creature would have kept you alive for all of it too as well as many other violations. Type IV demons aren't something to toy with. You should have backup. Maybe a warlock or another witch you don't like. Someone you could slice their achilees tendon so they would serve as a distraction to the demon, allowing you to escape."

    Apparently Hellstrom doesn't approve of her attempt to summon something so strong. He continues, "Ikanizabll was paying me a visit. Acting as a Jehova's witness for my father. Wanting to recruit me for another task. I was just about to send him back to father with far fewer limbs."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
"Everyone who comes by is always so vivid in their details." Sabrina says dryly, still twirling the trident in hand. Batonist she is not, but she gets how it works or something. "You know, someone came around recently who went into great detail about how terrible I am at literally everything and how without their help I was going to die a horrible death a thousand times over. It was really becoming and endeared me to them." Trident held back out to Daimon, "Sounds important. Will he wait around for you to show back up or...?"

Hellstorm has posed:
    "One sec." Daimon says as he takes the trident back. It becomes bathed in flame. She can feel the heat of the Hellfire. Then the ground is fully engulfed in the circles/pentagrams, and other shapes she was creating are outlined. Correct this time. He looks around at the five cardinal points of the pentagram that burns in black flame and he notes, "There... you will be safe within this and even class V demons could not escape. As for my departure... " From above, the Demon Stallion pulled chariot is seen and begins to descend.

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina snaps and points at Daimon, "Thanks." She does not sound nearly as appreciative as saying thanks is suppose to, "Off to fight the demon? Well give him one for me. Might want to stop by a walgreens and pick up some bandages too..." Snapping point finger wiggles at the cuts and scraps, "Or learn to duck, right? Also, fancy." The chariot, "One day I'm going to have something fancy like that."

Salem snorts. He clearly disagrees.

Hellstorm has posed:
    "I stole it.." he says as the chariot lands. He walks toward, inserts his trident into the holder on the chariot and gets aboard, "And yes... off to find that demon. Good luck, Sabrina. And...." with the hint of a smile, "..summon me if you need. But a phone call works a whole lot better."

Sabrina Spellman has posed:
Sabrina taps two fingers to her brow in a lazy salute complete with lopsided grin, "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind for next time I need domonic intervention. Go give'em what for, son of the devil." She eyes the landing chariot and takes a step back from the heat radiating off from it. "Seeya around Daimon." Collecting up her things while he boards to depart for parts unknown.

Hellstorm has posed:
    He waves and the chariot takes to the air. The demon steeds are quite aggressive, eager to leave to run free. He snaps the reigns and is up and into the sky within seconds.