( The silence of the dark halls he passes through is interrupted by a soft whisper of a sound. A faint hint of what he recognizes as a chant. But he pointedly ignores it as he continues his trek back towards his quarters as the sound seems to grow more loudly in his ears. It's only when his name, spoken in one of the many strange human tongues, catches his attention and he pauses to tilt his head. A summoning. Something confirmed by the steadily growing itch under his skin, and the hint of power that comes with it - that inescapable pull to bring him towards the damnable symbol.
There's a sharp, agitated flick of one of the large, leathery wings, and Bruce looks down at his feet to take in the sight of the circle that forms, calling him to the human's realm. The fade from one world and into another is always a strange feeling that leaves him feeling restless, but beyond a further flicker of annoyance, Bruce braces himself for what will come.
Humans eager for a trade, others desperate for power, some idiotic in a quest to come to the throws of hell before their time. Tiresome, all of them.
He appears in a surge of bright golden light, and when it fades, he stands there. Unamused. Blank stared. The chanting continues even as he stands there, letting his eyes sweep the faces of those standing outside the large circle and then finally, they drop to the boy in front of him. Wearing some ridiculous 'ceremonial' garment, bound in place. Weak and vulnerable. A sacrifice, then. Those are rare, he muses, and something about it is strangely exciting.
He looks down at the bound boy, one dark brow lifting. )
For what purpose have I been summoned?
( The chanting around him softens and one of the men steps forward. A virgin sacrifice in exchange for power. For wealth and success. Fleeting, human desires. Beyond a flick of the blue eyes towards the man's face, he spares them little attention before looking down at the bound sacrifice. Taking him in slowly. So small and fragile. Innocent. He can almost smell it, the puirty that rolls off of him. )
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ritual sex + demon summoning
Date: 2022-09-04 03:49 pm (UTC)There's a sharp, agitated flick of one of the large, leathery wings, and Bruce looks down at his feet to take in the sight of the circle that forms, calling him to the human's realm. The fade from one world and into another is always a strange feeling that leaves him feeling restless, but beyond a further flicker of annoyance, Bruce braces himself for what will come.
Humans eager for a trade, others desperate for power, some idiotic in a quest to come to the throws of hell before their time. Tiresome, all of them.
He appears in a surge of bright golden light, and when it fades, he stands there. Unamused. Blank stared. The chanting continues even as he stands there, letting his eyes sweep the faces of those standing outside the large circle and then finally, they drop to the boy in front of him. Wearing some ridiculous 'ceremonial' garment, bound in place. Weak and vulnerable. A sacrifice, then. Those are rare, he muses, and something about it is strangely exciting.
He looks down at the bound boy, one dark brow lifting. )
For what purpose have I been summoned?
( The chanting around him softens and one of the men steps forward. A virgin sacrifice in exchange for power. For wealth and success. Fleeting, human desires. Beyond a flick of the blue eyes towards the man's face, he spares them little attention before looking down at the bound sacrifice. Taking him in slowly. So small and fragile. Innocent. He can almost smell it, the puirty that rolls off of him. )