Grumblr Posted January 20, 2016 Share Posted January 20, 2016 Name: Booker Lockwood Age: 26 Height: 6'1 Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: Lime green Personality: Booker is known to be a loner. He's always alone in his studies or his laboratory doing Holy knows what. When he's finally out in the sun, he is usually seen with his nose in his book. Those who try to interrupt his reading end up running away from his sharp sadistic tongue. His handful of friends receive the same treatment. However despite how much he pushes everyone away, he's still a human being that feels the same way human beings feel. He's just better at hiding it than others. Likes: + Books + Experimenting + Candy + Drug spells Dislikes: - Crowds - Animals - Any sort of transportation [Trains, horses, magic carpets, etc.] - Not having his fix Biography: Booker grew up in a prestigious household with all the wealth and power in the magical world. He had everything from money, magic, education, and good looks. It was all what many envied and what Booker enjoyed. He didn't hate his upbringing nor did he hate how his parents were rarely there in his childhood. He knew that they were busy and he frankly didn't care. All he knew was that they were his parents and that they gave him what he wanted. They gave him knowledge and the resources to get it. He spent his entire childhood up till he became a legal adult soaking up knowledge. Booker spent the next years working at his privately owned estate as a magical researcher. He developed hefty bags of gold coins through his research and was glad that he continued to do so. In fact, he was researching on the incubus race. It's a wonder how they work. Booker had been planning this ritual for months. He had traveled far and wide to get all he needed along with a hole in his wallet to keep it all functioning. People tried to stop him, nature attempted to halt him, and even his own body struggled to cease his goal from continuing. None of it made him stop. He kept pushing and pushing forward. No one was going to get in his way nor was his own self. The blood and sweat he made throughout his journey, however, was only the tip of the iceberg. What was going to happen next was only going to be the beginning. Booker stood a couple of feet away from the recent chalked up pentagram with a silver knife resting on the palm on his hand. He carefully looked over his basement, double checking all of the magic that was placed. There were two binding spells on the ceiling, that were both angling diagonally down at the pentagram, an adjustable gravitational spell right above the pentagram, a magical syringe floating behind him that was known to suck magical energy, and a holy barrier spell around the chalked drawing. Almost everything was in place. Almost. Booker walked to the gram, anticipation sparking in his being. All that was left was the ceremonial words of enchantment and to sacrifice pints of his blood but it wasn't just going to be a small trickle of blood. He was planning on bleeding a good gash of blood. The more blood and more 'pure' his blood was, the more high class the demon was supposed to be. That was his goal. His time and effort shouldn't be wasted on some weak demon but on something worth more than it's weight in gold. There was also the fact that he couldn't find any other virgin than himself to carry out the blood sacrifice. Everyone wanted virgins. The great wizard took a deep breath and slowly slit deep into his hand, chanting the words of enchantment. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ACuckoo Posted January 21, 2016 Share Posted January 21, 2016 Name: Agate Species: Demon/Incubus Age: 201 years (Birthday: He doesn't know but he's chosen April 1) Personality: Agate is playful, fun, and enjoys playing tricks on others. He's hardly a serious being, but on the flip side of that he's very intelligent and clever. He's also thoughtful when he's alone, contemplating various things in the romance department (love, sex, infidelity, etc.) Abilities: seduce anyone and take their life force so he can live on; can control fire. Extras: - typically doesn't wear much clothes. When he's not wearing torn pants he is probably wearing a very torn robe - wears a bracelet that means very much to him for reasons he won't say -Dislikes going to earth but needs to seduce humans and take their life force to survive -is playful and enjoys playing games -secretly likes the idea of commitment, but of course he can't say that out loud -loves animals Agate preferred the creatures in hell to the creatures on Earth. The animals that most--or probably all--humans considered hellish, Agate considered beautiful or cute. He loved their mysteriousness, their broodiness, their strength, their intensity. The creatures of hell could eat the ones on earth for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He walked beside one of his favorites, a hellhound though there were several types. He was personally fond of the wolf type hellhounds; nearly as large as a full grown human male, piercing blood red eyes, long, sharp fangs that more often than not had some kind of meat dangling from them, large paws that could destroy anything with it’s ferocious claws. He loved this animal with everything inside him; he loved all of them. For now he spent his time with his wolf hellhound, petting it and playing with it and watching it rip apart poor little hell bunnies that it really could have just swallowed whole. Agate laughed loudly when the hound ran towards one and wound up tripping over it’s own feet. The little hell bunny got away and Agate got a good laugh. His leathery wings flapped in amusement and his tail curled around him as he bent over from running out of breath. This was his life and he loved it. The only unfortunate part was having to go to earth to feed, but that was for just a short period of time. He always quickly went back to hell where he resumed his perfect life. On this particular day, however, something was different. Agate smelled blood all around him and it wasn’t the blood of a demon or hellish animal. It was the blood of a virgin. A rare treat for the demons of hell, although really incubi didn’t care too much about the blood. Virgins were simply fun for them and their life force was far more delicious than their blood. Agate waved to his wolf, told him he would return very soon, and ran off to the human world, not hearing the small whimper of his precious and favorite animal. When he got to earth he was greeted unexpectedly. There was magic everywhere… He should have known better. Virgins were never an easy thing to obtain. He rolled his eyes as he looked at the pentagram under his feet, doing his best not to show just how panicked he was at all this magic surrounding him. This person knew what they were doing, but he couldn’t let them know that. He finally looked up to see the one who had trapped him, smiling wickedly at the pretty blonde man in front of him, blood flowing down his arm and onto the pentagram. “I guess you’re the virgin who summoned me here. Sloppy, but not bad. Could be better,” he said casually. “So, virgin, what do you want? Oh, I know. Why else would you summon an incubus? Let me have my fun with you. You’ll love it, and because I think you’re so cute I won’t even kill you afterwards. Does that sound nice?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grumblr Posted January 23, 2016 Author Share Posted January 23, 2016 As the ritual progressed, Booker couldn't help but feel pride swell in his chest. Everything was going perfectly. His magical spells there to keep the demon contained, his extraction device ready to be used, and his chastity in perfect condition for this unexpected event was all perfect. There weren't a lot of wizards that would be as articulate, precise, and patient as Booker was for this. In fact most of them would have abandoned the project from knowing that they would have to summon a demon with a virgin. Virgins were scarce, of course, and difficult to not be tempted by. It was a bad case in the Wizarding world since there has been so much crime surrounding the rape of virgins. It was either a human, demon, wizard, or any organism with sexual organs that would beat those who needed virgins to the punch. Rape there, rape here, then suddenly to consensual intercourse. It was disgusting. Booker would rather keep his chastity than give it to filthy creatures succumbed to lust. Despite his thoughts, it was the first step on how he began his journey. If he knew exactly what magical concoction that could stop perverts from sexing up with the innocently pure virgins, then he could use as many virgins he wanted for further experiments. It was perfect. Suddenly his arm was yanked forward. "Wha-" Booker felt fear scatter around his body like a spider running from water. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His blood was being sucked into the diagram like some kind of vacuum and it was trying to draw more out of Booker's arm. The Wizard tagged his arm and tried forcing it back closer to his core, trying to keep his ground. He struggled to keep his body in one place as it was inching closer to the pentagram. It was like a tornado and he was sure that it was going to shred his body into sheds if he allowed himself to free fall into the blender. "Shadows." He cursed under his breath as he tried stretching his body back to safety. Almost as the Gods had heard him, the great sucking forced ceased. His body was relieved and relaxed the muscles with the danger gone. Booker took a great sigh of relief and shifted his weight to his bleeding side. Thank the Gods. He was safe. He switched the knife into his bleeding hand and flinched to feel the metal collide with his open wound. It may not have seemed to have been such a great idea but it was. The knife had some leftover magic from the enchantment and he could use it to temporarily seal it like a band-aid over a gunshot wound. He would have to go see a mundane doctor to get it stitched and- “I guess you’re the virgin who summoned me here." Booker's eyes slowly glowered up. He had almost forgotten that he had summoned the demon. The wizard rose his head and straightened the rest of himself, putting his hands behind his back. He took a moment to assess the demon and was quite... Displeased. He was suspecting a succubus and not an incubus. What was he supposed to do with a demon that could only seduce women and not men? Booker needed a demon that could seduce MEN. Men that would rape his future virgins if he didn't get his succubus. He clicked his tongue with disappointment and brought his hand up to hold his head from losing itself. Did he get the diagram wrong? Was it the chalk that screwed up his calculations? Or was it his blood that brought the wrong specimen? Maybe if it was a female virgin, he would have gotten a succubus. Either way, this was a failure. Booker shook his head in disgust with the Incubus' words. "Says the demon trapped in my spells." He took a sigh and lifted his knife hand out. "I'm not interested having sexual intercourse with someone who doesn't even know how to wear proper clothes. You look like a poor person who only knows how to wear rags." He commented as he silently chanted the knife off his hand. It hovered away to a nearby medical tray while the magical syringe took place on Booker's palm. He would have to get this done and over with. Maybe he would use the Incubus' power to draw out a Succubus. It would be like a cry of help their own kin and force them to come... But Booker didn't know that. They were demons and demons were different from humans. "Be a good test and hold still." He said as he lightly flicked at the now bloody containment part of his syringe. "I'm going to extract a bit of your essence from your genitalia." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ACuckoo Posted January 24, 2016 Share Posted January 24, 2016 Agate instantly smiled at the words that came out of the human's mouth. He liked this man. He liked his bold attitude. He liked his confidence which was more so arrogance. He liked that he knew what he was doing with magic. And he liked a challenge. This man wasn't easy to scare, but that wasn't what Agate wanted to do. Scaring wasn't the prerogative of an incubus... No, he wanted to make this man, this virgin, soar to heights he never imagined. He wanted to have sex with him over and over and over and then finally steal whatever life he had left inside of him. It would be fun and quite delicious... "I can't let you go poking me in places like that, virgin. You're right... I do feel a bit trapped, but I'm not too nervous. Remember, you summoned me here. There are loopholes... Tricks. Watch and learn." He spoke as a teacher would to their smart but self destructive student. With an even bigger smile Agate dragged his nails down his arm, allowing the blood to fall on the pentagram that was starting to cause him some pain. He whistled as someone would call another person over and waited. "Just one moment," he told the man, but they didn't wait long. Out of the pentagram came Agate's favorite companion, his wolf hound, it's large size not fitting into the pentagram. "Brute strength, my sweet virgin, can break some magic. Yours in this case." And if there was anything this dog had, it was brute strength. Agate let his dog run wild, breaking the barriers that kept him in place. The wolf hound growled menacingly at the human, inching towards him and ready to devour him. "Let me have you," Agate said, standing next to his hound as he addressed the man. "You'll feel better than you ever did before. Give me what you've kept safely hidden away for all these years. Now's the time to release it, to put it in capable hands. Your virginity is special and I won't take it for granted." He spoke softly, sweetly, seductively, using his own powers to gain the human's trust. His voice itself was one of his powers, one of the main things he used to seduce his victims. It was like a siren's song, irresistible once heard and just as deadly. "I'll hold you close and tightly, my love. I'll take good care of you. You don't have to worry anymore. I'm here to take care of you." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grumblr Posted January 25, 2016 Author Share Posted January 25, 2016 Booker was amused. He had been outsmarted by the demon he had thought little of a few minutes ago. His binding spells were broken, his summoning circle exploited, and all because of the little demon standing in front of him. It was impressive work but then again not many wizards successfully summoned an Incubus and lived to record it. Speaking of which, that was exactly what his situation is. Booker was in a place between a horny demon and his blood thirsty dog. If he planned on escaping, then his chances of survival were chopped into a toothpick. How did he know this? Well it was obvious. Booker was only given two options. One option was to run away and be caught by the devious menace with its jaws around his throat. He didn't want to do. The other option was to allow the demon to have his way in with him. He didn't want to do that either. However a quiet voice in his head was saying otherwise. "Let me have you. You'll feel better than you ever did before. Give me what you've kept safely hidden away for all these years. Now's the time to release it, to put it in capable hands. Your virginity is special and I won't take it for granted." Booker slightly shook his head, trying to shake at least something out of the voice from his thoughts of reason. He knew it was an invasion and that it would start to grow like a parasite. The wizard cursed under his breath. It had to be because of the demon. Why else would he feel so... Strange? His heart slowly speeding up at a steady rate, his palms feeling slightly sweaty, and an overwhelming need to do something... Sinful. It was all dirty. Dirty things he didn't want in his body. There was only one way to eradicate this. He would have to dangerously suck in the syringe's essence and get close to suck enough out of the demon. Maybe enough to knock it out and use it as a hostage in case the dog felt like defending its owner. The only way to do that was to... "I surrender." Booker said as he dropped the syringe. "I would like to get this over with. I have work that needs to be done." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ACuckoo Posted January 27, 2016 Share Posted January 27, 2016 Agate tilted his head at the other’s response. Most of his victims came crawling into his arms, but not this one. He simply wanted to “get this over with” as he said. He shouldn’t even have been thinking about work! All he should have been thinking about and craving was being in Agate’s arms. But he didn’t. He didn’t care and if he did care he did a good job of not acting like it. This man wasn’t responsive to Agate’s charms. He was hardly reacting to the frightening demon dog in front of him. And that’s what made the Incubus not trust him. He backed away from the other man rather than approached him, his dog following it’s master’s actions. Agate wasn’t stupid. He knew that the other man had enough of his sane mind to plot something against him and he wouldn’t allow himself to be caught by this virgin. He clicked his tongue, still staring at the other as he thought about what he would do with him. “What’s your name, sweetie?” he asked gently, softly, his voice still seducing the other man. “My name is Agate. My pet here doesn’t have a name though. Would you like to name him?” He lightly pet his wolf who had calmed down and rested it’s body on the floor. It looked calm, relaxed, even cute, but it was only doing this because it knew his master had a plan. It did what it was supposed to do to try and help it’s master reach this strange wizard. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Wouldn’t you, sweetie? To name my dog?” His continued speaking, doing his best to reach into the depths of the wizard’s heart and mind to try and get him to succumb to him. “Why don’t you come up with a good name for him, after you tell me your name that is. Why don’t you also tell me what you were doing here? What your plan was? When you do that why don’t we lay down together? It’ll be nice. Me, you, and our precious dog that has the name you picked. It’ll be really nice.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grumblr Posted January 28, 2016 Author Share Posted January 28, 2016 [OOC: Just gotta say that you're RP skills are soooooo good. Like damn yum.] Shadows. It seemed that it was obvious that Booker had a trick up his sleeve. It was the only explanation why the demon took a step back. Though Booker didn't know how. Was it the way Booker looked when he surrendered or was it something else entirely? Maybe the demon knew that he sucked up the needle's magical essence but that would have been impossible. There were only rare people who could tell such a difference but then again maybe demons could. Shadows! How in the Devil's abode could he subdue the beast before he, himself, was completely succumbed? Then he heard that creamy voice... How could its voice be so... Calming? No, no, no. It wasn't calming. There was something about it. It was all so strange yet so familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it. Whatever it was, he wanted to indulge himself in it. He wanted to be completely surrounded and covered with whatever the demon was planning to do with him. Booker would comply with whatever the demon wanted to do. He just wanted to be with him. Even if that meant saying his sacred name- "Booker." The wizard quickly caught his tongue. No, no, no. It was working. His willpower was slowly diminishing and cracking down under the demon's reign. He had to regain his composure, his thinking, and most importantly his restraint. If he allowed himself to fall any farther without holding himself back, he would be free falling down without a parachute. He rolled his shoulders and straightened his back. Booker couldn't allow that. "And you mean your dog. I don't name things I don't own nor things I hate like that mutt of yours. Keep that in mind, Incubus." The wizard said with a stoic face. "Must you continue your 'pillow' talk or shall we get started?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ACuckoo Posted January 29, 2016 Share Posted January 29, 2016 “Booker? I really like that name.” Agate’s eyes narrowed in amusement as the other so easily said his name. Still, he knew it was dangerous to go near him. What it would take for the other to succumb to him entirely he didn’t know. If Agate could make it back down to hell without risk of injury he would the moment the opportunity presented itself. Even a perfect virgin wasn’t worth the risk of whatever this man was planning. He was admittedly powerful and Agate was hardly scared… Just cautious. “Booker what? Maybe we can use your last name to name… Our dog. He’s ours, Booker.” It was easier to seduce someone once there was a name… Agate said the other's name with his honey like voice dripping all over it, covering it in every dirty, sinful thing he was intending. “Oh, my dear Booker, there is always time for pillow talk.” He bent to pet his dog, keeping his eyes on the man in front of him. “What’s your rush, dearest? A sweet virgin such as yourself shouldn’t rush. You need to be taken care. You should hand me your virginity delicately and with care… Not throw it at me as if it’s something not precious.” Ahh… Perhaps this is where he could make this man truly succumb to him. He stood up again, his dog whining softly. “Oh, listen to him, Booker. He’s sad because he doesn’t have a name. Name him, darling. And while you name him tell me what you were doing here….” Even though he thought he knew how to make this man give him his body, there was something else Agate didn’t want to give up on. He needed to know just exactly what it was this wizard was planning. “Afterwards… Let’s talk about your precious virginity. About why you’re trying to throw it at me so carelessly.” Agate whipped his tail back and forth, trying to force the other into a sort of hypnosis. “Do you not care about it? You must, Booker. It’s so bright and beautiful. If you could see it physically you would understand. I can see it. I can see how bright it is and I can’t help but wonder why you’re trying to so hard to give it away. You’re giving it to the right person… I’ll take care of it. But why be so reckless and throw it away instead of placing gently in my hands?” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grumblr Posted January 29, 2016 Author Share Posted January 29, 2016 Booker's heart skipped a beat. How or why his heart kipped a beat was something he didn't completely know. All he did know was that it skipped a beat when the demon said his name. He frowned hard. Damn him. Damn him back to hell. Booker was slowly and surely becoming under his control. The lenses in his eyes were becoming clouded. The bleak basement was no longer bleak but something of hazy honey colored clouds. That wasn't what triggered him. It was how the dog looked... Looked... Looked so appealing. He never found animals appealing. It was ridiculous and was a for sure that he was falling down into whatever hole the demon was planning. He had to get out of this. He had to keep fighting this... Attractive being. "Shadows. No, Incubus. That thing is your dog. It does not belong to your insane idea of ours." He snapped. "Your idea of the two of us being an intimate pair is something I deny. Incubus' only think of humans as a source of life and harvest them through sexual intercourse. I see no point in escaping and if I am to die then I find it best that I lose my 'virginity' to something that's worthy of it." He explained as he looked at the tail swinging behind the demon. Damn. It was looking more and more sexually attractive. "And I prefer to lose it roughly." Booker started to take his first steps towards the demon and unbuttoning his shirt. "Won't you indulge me?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ACuckoo Posted February 2, 2016 Share Posted February 2, 2016 Agate tilted his head at the far too willing human… Well, “willing” wasn’t the right word. Neither was “succumbed.” He was settling. He had accepted his fate and everything that was to go along with it, including his inevitable loss of virginity and death. Agate wasn’t sure if he liked this. Never had he taken a human who had been in his right mind and really he didn’t intend to do it. Though he wouldn’t admit it there was a part of him that was scared of Booker or he would have already descended on the poor human. He didn’t know what Booker had planned if he got too near him, and like hell would Agate send his dog to him. The only thing to do was to seduce him with his voice, but that didn’t seem to penetrate him enough. “You’re an eager beaver,” Agate finally mumbled. He kept behind his dog who was still laying peacefully on the ground. Agate wasn’t sure which was more appealing… Trying his hand at this particularly special human or getting the hell out of here. “You’re strong,” he said flatly, all of the sugar and sweetness gone from his voice. “Perhaps even stronger than me. Tell me what you were planning to do to me, human.” Though his voice was no longer seductive it was still lilting, appealing, pleasurable to hear. He couldn’t think of an incubus who didn’t have a pleasurable, calming voice. He kept his distance from Booker, making sure his pet was perfectly between them just in case he needed it. As of right now he was trying to find a way home in case Booker’s magic happened to overpower him and his dog. If it came to that, then he would send his dog home immediately… There was no need to risk the poor animal’s life, and Agate simply wouldn’t have it. “If you tell me… Perhaps I can help you. I might even be willing to let you play with my body. Just tell me the truth. I deserve that much since you did summon me here… I don’t expect to get nothing out of this. Surely, you’re aware of that. No demon you summon here will give you what you want for free.” Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Grumblr Posted February 7, 2016 Author Share Posted February 7, 2016 It seemed like victory was close at hand but not the kind of victory he had in mind. The Demon was retreating both physically and verbally. Booker was fine if the Demon stopped its sinful choice of words but he was not fine with the Demon slipping away. He needed the Demon to be within arm's length to extract its essence. Booker frowned hard. It was the only reason why the Demon was here and it would have been a waste if he couldn't his hands on the being. Honestly it was already difficult for bringing It here. "Isn't giving you my body enough for you?" He answered with a question, continuing to take small cautious steps. "I felt lonely and needed some company that doesn't care what I am or what I hold. A one night stand." Booker vaguely explained as he finished unbuttoning his last button. He slipped his dress shirt off and allowed it to flow to the ground elegantly. His torso exposed his vague muscular tones. "See? My skin hasn't been touched my filthy hands. At least not yet. You can be the first. Wouldn't you like that?" He stopped with a couple of feet before the mutt and crossed his arms across his chest. "Now stop asking silly questions and get over here." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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