Summoning The Beast

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Ranma instantly began the chant, allowing his mind to wonder as his mouth did all the work. From the smoke above the brazier, a faint green glow began to form, gradually gaining in intensity until spots floated across Ranma's vision.

From the span of one moment to the next, the glow changed from the deep, throbbing green to a malevolent red. Then their was a face, an unimaginably beautiful face, perfect in its symmetry and inhuman in its structure.

Ultimate Summoning Beast

It regarded the pair with coldly cruel eyes and a smile that made Ranma's skin crawl. Reflexively, Ranma's battle aura slipped from its bonds, coiling around him tightly and cooling his skin comfortingly until all the sweat was gone and with it some of his fear. For a mortal, a mortal human, the creature was amazingly powerful, a god among its weaker brethren. Perhaps the pathetic and greedy female and all her useless schemes hadn't been endured for nothing, afterall.

Earth had long been barred to any of his kin, himself included.

They had been forced to send mindless animals in the hopes of one day weakening the barrier that separated the myriad planes of existance, even sometimes stooping low enough to work with a human to further their goals. Others had had their agents on Earth, people of influence and power, and Xiombarg had once thought to use the female that knelt before him for such a task.

She was intelligent, even by otherworldly standards, and her vices were admirable in their intensity, but the last few years, mere moments for an eternal force such as Xiombarg, had seen a stagnation in her potential evil, a complacency with the life she had already attained.

Ranma, that was the name Xiombarg plucked from the boy's mind as he ignored the petty queries of his summoner. Basically good, the boy held to virtues he didn't trully believe in out of ignorance and stubborness. A thought later and seeds of doubt that had already been present within his newest hobby's mind began to flourish, growing tendrils that snaked their way through his soul. Corruption, the kind that left the mind intact, and it was a powerful if underdeveloped one in this case, took time, patience and a long lasting contact with the mortal.

Summoning the Beast

Xiombarg had just the item for the job. The girl's question finally halted and she waited uncertainly for his answers. An act of telethapy later and he said,"For the greatest gain, use your assets to purchase as mush stock as possible in McDonald's. A radiant sphere of blackness came hurtling out of a shadowed pillar of irredescent flame and stopped before the demon.

The sphere slowly lost its obscuring darkness, the black energy being drawn into the object it contained. It was a sword, one of a kind and irreplacable.

Xiombarg had kept it for millenia, for once it left his realm it would never be able to return, and Artifacts of such power weren't to be used negligently. It wasn't intelligent in the way that sentient creatures were, but one of the many facets of the sword's magic allowed it to understand commands given to it by its weilder.

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Between them a space of one quarter inch glowed with silver light and would appear as the same metal as the sword itself unless viewed under the light of a full moon. There were no cross guards, the blades melding smoothly into a bone white hilt inlaid with writhing silver runes that pulsed softly. The foot long hilt appeared perfectly, unbroken except by the runes that traced its surface, but could, upon command, split in two, becoming a prefect replica of itself and leaving two swords where before there had only been one.

A purely physical description is all we can garner from this mysterious weapon as it slices through the fabrics of reality, intent upon finding its new master, one Ranma Saotome, student of the Saotome School of Anything Goes Martial Arts, and soon to be agent and soldier of Hell. This is the last record I listened to with my dog, Bettis, the day before he passed away. Cinereous Incarnate by Abstracter.

Summoning The Beast

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