In the wake of evil

[DoS Archive]

Date: 1/16/1998 3:16 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: Sondragon


With care, Malkior spread the chalk upon the earth, all the while, muttering the incantations he had long practiced. "Ashram, Nevrbel, Mosak…….. Guide the hand of your servant." As Melkior named the evil ones, the wind picked up, it’s stifling sulfurous taint burning his lungs with every breath. Finishing the circle, Malkior stood up and stepped out. Drawing the night black obsidian dagger, he kissed the blade, then sliced deeply into the palm of his
hand. With a smile of satisfaction, he watched the blood flow from the wound.

Melkior closed his eyes and began the final spell. "Hear me lords of darkness, I come at your call. Take now the blood of this unworthy one, and grant me the aid I need to carry out your desire." Melkior traced the final summoning rune upon the ground using the blood still streaming from his hand, while the earth beneath heaved, and rumbled, as if wishing to vomit up some vile, indigestible meal.

Melkior’s voice climbed. "Send to me a dread servant, a powerful creature with no soul. Send to me a means to take revenge upon your enemies. Give to me the power to visit death and destruction upon all that stand against your dark ways. I AM MELKIOR, HEAR ME AND SEE MY SACRIFICES"

As the last word of the foul spell fell from Melkior’s lips, the ground under foot heaved, great fissures appeared, and lightning streaked across the sky. Melkior stood with his arms held high, power coursing through his body, while inside the summoning circle, a silver mist began to rise. As Melkior broke into insane laughter, the mist took on a twisted, not quite human form, and turned towards the wizard, to regard him with glaring red eyes.

With the sound of stone grating upon stone, the apparition spoke into the now still air. "Who dares bring me to this place ? My very soul did I give up, to be free of this ground of torment, preferring to burn forever in the pits of the nine hells rather than to live another second here. Who dares?"

Melkior shook violently, the casting of such a powerful spell having a telling effect on him "I…am Melkior, a mighty wizard and now your master. I have summoned you to this place to do the bidding of the lords of darkness. I bind you by blood and spirit, to obey me unto death. Agree to my bindings and step from the circle as my slave."

The odd deformed creature grinned, showing razor sharp teeth. "I accept your binding, and your words. So let it be." With a flash of blue light the creature stepped over the summoning circle to stand in front of Melkior.

With a nod of satisfaction, Melkior looked at the hideous thing that stood before him. First tell me your name, then I will tell you what must be done" He said in a commanding voice.

"My name is Sondragon the dammed" As the creature replied, he struck out with his powerful claw like hand, grasping the hapless wizards neck.

Melkior’s eyes bulged out of their sockets, as he scratched at the hand holding him in a iron grip. As the life slowly left him he heard the chilling voice of Sondragon. "Fool, did you think one with such a week mind could ever bind me? Your magic is as feeble as the oath you made me swear. For you see I am holding us both to that oath. I will obey you unto death. Your death" Sond released his grip and Melkior fell lifeless to the ground.

Sond stripped the belongings from the dead wizard, being especially impressed with the serrated edged bastard sword he had. Looking it over closely first, Sond slid the sword into it’s scabbard, and laughed "Yes, this will do nicely. Now to look up a few old…friends"