Summoning

Brianna reached into the pocket on the inside of her cloak and pulled from within it a small piece of red chalk. The group of people in front of her watched on in quiet interest, unsure entirely of what it was she was going to do. She had gathered them together with the promise of showing them the entrance into a world unlike any that they had seen before. With recent rumors of supernatural powers appearing in the blood of of people as mutations, they were willing to see what it was she had to offer, with the hope that it would somehow awaken in them that which had been awoken in others.

She was only partially lying.

With her chalk, Brianna drew a circle in the air, which appeared in midair as though she were drawing on a piece of glass. She could see the look of surprise and intrigue on the crowd before her, and smiled coyly to herself. She created a sigil in the air, keeping an eye on the crowd, making sure that everyone was paying attention and not trying to leave. It would be less than desirable for any among them to change their minds about seeing what she had to show them at the last minute, for many reasons. But to her fortune, everyone was too mystified by the magic that was occurring before them.

The crowd that she had gathered was quite large, numbering at one hundred, and she was able to see in each of them a small light of the flame which was appearing among the population. That small spark, if properly nurtured, would ignite the powers that they so desired, though calling them mutations was less than accurate. The truth was that magic had slept within their souls for generations, having been backed away and hidden as society lost belief in it, and waited to be revealed.

"Prepare yourselves, friends," Brianna called out to the crowd as she finished her sigil. "For it is time that you are shown the world which you so desire to become a part of, and that you are so rightfully meant to be in. Please, do not turn your eyes away, or else you may find yourself having missed the opportunity of a lifetime."

The crowd muttered amongst themselves, but as she had hoped, not a one moved away. A grin spread across her face, and the mark on the back of her hand began to shine as she felt the heat of magic begin to burn. She curled her hand into a fist and smashed it through the sigil, which shattered like glass, and immediately a silhouette began to form. The silhouette grew, becoming larger than any of them, gaining limbs that no person could hold. In a bright flash of light it gained form, and a demon stood before them.

Screams came from the crowd, and those who screamed first were the first to be devoured. The demon surged among the crowd as they tried to leave, but they found themselves trapped within an invisible box which the demon had formed to entrap them. It tore them apart, blood splashing and painting the grown deep red. In only a few moments, they were gone.

The demon turned back to Brianna, who bowed deeply before it. "Your sacrifice was well," the demon spoke into her mind, its lips unmoving. "What is your wish?"

Brianna smiled wickedly. All had gone according to plan.

"Only that I continue to serve you," she said, "and that you might protect your accolade."