teach your kids to embrace the dark (gomorrah)

Poppy · Sep 1, 2015

Gomorrah during the day was an odd sight. The night and the gobos overhead made everything sharper and more sinister. Without the music and the special effects, Gomorrah looked downright normal, its sharp, hellish colors dulled by sunshine and its fuzzy shadows. Aside from security, only the janitors and maintenance crew inhabited the place. Most of the others were asleep this early in the afternoon so they could ready for the night shift.

It was nearing 3PM.

The ritual circle, candles, symbol and grimoire were already ready.

Mikhainon climbed the last set of stairs, gesturing for Chloe to follow him. He spun the keys to his room around his finger.

"Now, Chloe, the first thing to remember about summoning is to treat your subject like a cornered animal. You will literally yank them from their dimension and enslave them with your will. Needless to say, there's no fairy tale, no heartfelt montage where they'll warm up to you. They'll hate you. Plain and simple." He smirked. "Don't worry. They'll be bound to you. You don't need their love."

Mikhainon opened the door to his room. His cat-like eyes helped him navigate the room fairly easily. He lit his candles with no problem and made sure all the curtains were properly closed.

"Anything else you want to know?"

@"Kait"

Kait · Oct 12, 2015

Oh god, she was actually doing this.

It's not that Chloe was surprised, exactly. This whole thing had been scheduled a week in advance. But the reality of the situation was dawning on her: her biological father, who was a demon, was going to teach her how to summon demons and bind them to her will.

This was so cool.

Also, terrifying. With her father there, she was probably safe. She hoped. But that didn't make her forget just how badly these kinds of things could go wrong. Maybe if she screwed up hard enough, he would just decide she was a failure and let her die. It didn't seem too out of character for him.

But this was so cool.

"I... think I understand enough of the theory behind it now. But. Are people able to summon demons like you or me? I mean —" Damn it, she didn't want her dad to think this was a done deal, "like how I would be, if I took you up on the whole becoming a full demon thing. Or is there a way to make that stop being a problem?"

Poppy · Oct 15, 2015

There was a brief flicker of worry in Mikhainon's expression before he cleared his throat. He decided he should be upfront with Chloe about this. It wouldn't do him any good if she threw a fit once he gave her power. That would make her a worthy adversary. In this state, if she reacted negatively, he could properly decide what to do with her, and disposal would be a nonissue. "Yes," he answered plainly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. "Like other goatic demons, people will be able to someone us. Should they have the will and mental fortitude to overcome our aura — and not the one I have on me right now, the one that you felt when you were around the bigger me — then we are obligated to do their bidding. But you have nothing to worry about. Let me explain."

Mikhainon pulled out a tome of the Ars Goatia from his bookcase and sat on the couch, on the side near Chloe. He flipped through the pages. "Darling, these are the 72 lesser keys of Solomon. Well, 72 recorded keys, at the very least. We belong in their ranks. So does a multitude of others. Rest assured, the process of summoning us is difficult —" Mikhainon gestured to the ritual circle with the specific candles and jewelry involved, "— and there are no recordings of our... well, my name anywhere."

He still, of course, shamelessly flaunted his insignia as a way to mock magic users. It was a symbol magicians used as a charm to inspire wealth and charisma. They didn't know how much power it truly held.

"The last time I was summoned was when King Solomon did a mass demon summoning and trapped me and my brethren in a jar so his kingdom would flourish." He tapped his chin. "But that was an odd case, and that was thousands of years ago. I highly doubt that would happen again. The knowledge of the goatic arts have been brushed aside as superstition, thank god."

Kait · Oct 16, 2015

Gabriel commanded Chloe's attention utterly. She focused intensely on everything he told her and showed her. Any detail he mentioned here could prove vitally important to the rest of her life, and the rest of her life could end up being a very, very long time.

"So..." Chloe said. "That's reason you have for keeping your name a secret from me. If I learned it while I was still a human, it'd be strictly possible that I could turn around and ruin this big advantage you have."

She paused for a beat. Now that Chloe understood why his name was so important, she knew how she could use it against him if she learned it. This probably made her seem more like a threat.

"I'll make a point of not learning your name, then. It'd just make me a target for you or people trying to get to you."

The girl cringed at herself. She was talking too much, wasn't she? Yes, definitely talking too much. A sign of how nervous she was to be doing this. Her mind was working in overdrive trying to commit everything to memory, to make connections, to understand. The half-demon had been on edge all day. As the summoning drew nearer, the feeling only got worse.

Poppy · Oct 16, 2015

Mikhainon slumped to the couch with a proud smile on his face. Sharp as a knife, as always. "That's right. My name is a powerful thing, my dear. It is fuel for my enemies, but it's more than that. It could create kingdoms and make them flourish. It could turn beggars into kings, and kings into gods. But to be honest, the only kingdom I'm interested in expanding is ours."

He paused, fishing through his blazer pockets. "Humans are connected to this world through their bodies, feelings and actions. We're not like them. We don't have the same connection to this world as they do so our existence is bound to meaning, which is attached to arbitrary names and symbols. The best way to communicate with God is through prayer, right? Which reminds me..."

He pulled out a small, velvet jewelry box from the inner pockets of his blazer. "I had this made a week ago by a blacksmith and enchanted it through rituals." He opened the box to reveal a necklace with a pendant of his insignia inside. It was forged from pure copper. "Keep this under your clothes. It's imbibed with my own magic. It'll bring you luck in business ventures, which would be helpful since you started the Demonic Union. It'll also scare off minor spirits and demons that might want to trick or hurt you and indicate to my allies that you're important to me."

Kait · Oct 16, 2015

Her eyes widened a little when she saw the amulet. She had a feeling that this was a big deal.

Chloe took the amulet out of the jewelry box and looked at it closely, feeling its weight, running her fingers over it. She could tell it was powerful from the feeling it gave her to touch it, like a weaker version of the overwhelming tidal wave of metaphysical force that was her father's true form.

"Thanks, dad." She smiled at him and put it on, tucking it under her blouse as instructed. The girl could feel it radiating its demonic energies right next to her heart, which... in retrospect, would make her a little bit uneasy? But she had a vague sense that it would keep her relatively safe while she was trying to summon this demon, so that was a plus.

"Speaking of your allies, I just realized that I never thought to ask. Who are we about to summon?" At the very least, she hoped it was going to be one of her father's allies.

Poppy · Oct 16, 2015

There was no picture of Arach in this tome. He didn't need to check that. The only ones in this book were the ones that owned their own domains. Mikhainon pulled out a notebook from a nearby drawer and drew Arach's seal on it. "Arach," he said, vocal cords insufficient for the kind of sounds needed to pronounce it, but settling with that nonetheless. "It's a lesser demon under my kingdom, much like the hounds I use as the club's bouncers. I often summon her to delegate tasks that are too complicated for simple-minded morons."

He set the materials on the table, gesturing for Chloe to sit next to him. "Now, dear, I would like you to first understand that summoning demons of this caliber can be potentially scarring if you aren't prepared. I won't make you summon henchmen because I believe training wheels stop actual growth." Mikhainon closed his eyes, gently trying to pry into Chloe's head with his telepathy. "Sit down. Let's try to simulate the feeling for a bit. I'll scour into the depths of your mind. Push me out with concentration and willpower."

With that, Mikhainon intertwined his telepathy with his aura and pierced itself into Chloe's psyche, first as a feeling, then a parasite. It was like running his fingers all over Chloe's knowledge and secrets. For a brief moment, he felt a bit embarrassed to only just now finding out that that was her mom before proceeding to go deeper. He passed by the memories and touched the part of her brain that dealt with her feelings. Slowly, he wrapped his powers around it and twisted, causing her to feel a hot, white flash of pain. Push me out, he told her again.

Kait · Oct 16, 2015

Chloe sat down. She was just on the cusp of understanding what her dad was about to do to her when she felt it.

It started out as an intensely unpleasant feeling, before the pain even started. She felt gross. Violated. He was inside of her mind, seeing things that she didn't want anyone to see or know about her. Already he would begin to feel resistance. She grimaced with discomfort, shifting in her spot on the couch.

And then it started.

She made a weak sort of sound, somewhere between a moan and a squeal, as she fell back into her seat. Her efforts to keep herself in control crumbled. The half-demon made a feeble attempt to push back, the telepathic equivalent of swinging blindly into the darkness: a lot of effort expended in every direction, making only glancing blows at her target when they even hit at all.

The seconds passed by, each one feeling like hours. She was shaking now, trying to regain her composure, making eye contact with her father. Breaths were deep and labored. Everything was painful.

More time passed, and his assault continued unabated. Chloe began to worry that she was making an absolutely pathetic effort at repelling him, that he would be so disgusted by her weakness that he would just dispose of her instead of making her his heir. And while she was waiting on him to make that decision, he would see everything he ever thought of him. Her suspicions. Her fears. That one time one of the college kids she met through the DSU talked about making love to 'that hot guy who owns the Gomorrah night club.'

Her resolve wavered. She fell back into her seat again, squirming, gripping the couch cushion, squealing again with the pain. And the most disgusting thought occurred to her.

this probably isn't the first time he's had a girl squirming around on his couch like this.

'Oh god no,' she told herself. She hated thinking about her dad's sex life when he wasn't invading her mind. If he was picking all of this up while he was literally inside of her head she might die of embarassment.

He was probably literally inside of those other girls at the time, too.

Nope nope nope nOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE

A tidal wave of NOPE built up within her, then flooded out, crashing against her father's psychic onslaught with the force of ten million NOPEs. She pulled herself up, shaking with effort, staring at her father with the kind of fury that only a terminally embarassed daughter could muster. She struck back with white-hot focus, a single-minded need to make her dad stop looking at her thoughts.

And that was how Chloe found the strength to fight against the psychic onslaught of a powerful demon.

When it was over, she buried her face in her hands and sighed. "Holy shit that was awful."

Poppy · Oct 17, 2015

Mikhainon was ultimately pushed out of her head.

He had a whole speech ready about how proud he was of her, and how far her powers have come since he met her, but... Mikhainon doubled over, covering his face with his hand. He was inside her head the whole time and he knew exactly what was happening, and that sort of method to build mental fortifications was — certainly new. Teenagers were incredible. He felt bad that he was laughing but he couldn't help it. It was hilarious.

He raised a finger, indicating to give him a moment with this, please. "That's... well, that's one way to build mental resistance." He laughed again. "If she was really talking me up, you'd know that we did it in the hot tub. Not the couch. Do you want a glass of water?"

Kait · Oct 17, 2015

Chloe's face was red and burning up. It only got worse when her dad provided that detail about his sex life with girls only a few years older than her.

She let out a long, plaintive groan. This wasn't funny. He was destroying her life. In her mind's eye, she caught a glimpse of her dad banging her friend Lily in that hot tub. She would never be able to un-imagine this.

"Truly you are a lord of hell," she said. She had recovered enough to joke about the experience, but she wasn't ready to laugh. "Yes, please. I could use some water."

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