A Name
It was a summon like no other. Complex, symbolic, not to mention it could only be performed on a day of a solar eclipse. For this reason, it was not a summoning often performed. Everything had to be just so. And it took quite the attuned mortal to execute. In fact, the last time Genesis was successfully summoned was by an entire coven of dedicated devouts who had spent their lives gathering the manuscripts and recovering the missing components of the summoning ritual. It was flattering, to say the least. Especially since Genesis had burnt all records of his true name, swearing off those pesky contracts. But, one had to admire the... Relentless nature of humans. As to how many times those poor creatures brute forced the ritual, he neglected to ask. Not that it mattered now-- they were all dead. Eclipses had come and gone without incident. Every now and then, Genesis felt the tug of an emerging summon, but they never amounted to anything. There was always a detail overlooked, or a sheer lack of power to shatter that thin veil between the mortal and darker planes. So when that familiar sensation crackled through his being, the wreath of flames wove beneath his feet in white hot runes, that familiar, enticing scent of that fragile mortal world, the sensation of a corporal form stitching itself cell by cell -- Intoxicating. Even before he formed, he could peer into the dim room the ritual underwent. Black candles were dotted along a chalk circle. Bloodied runes were drawn along the circle and it's intersecting points, within them, the secret of his being, the bones, the blood, the flesh. There were not as many in the room this time. And his place of summoning was much smaller, mustier, a far cry from a profaned temple he once graced. From the center of the summoning circle, the darkness writhed, pooling from its origin out to the bloodied rune templates. It drank deeply, soaking in the forgotten knowledge there. The darkness mounted, rising forming. At last, a semblance of a figure flickered in and out of view, a shadow with blazing gold eyes. The darkness parted where a mouth should be. "M̵̪͉̟̳̼̬͐͋͗̋̋̌͐̔̇̕͝ ̶̟̣̬͒Y̴̗̰͉͇͕̟̰͋͆͂ ̵̧̫̬̞̙̠̦̭͕̗̯̫̀̂ ̶̡̣̝͚̈́̎̄̄N̴̰͍͎̦͛̾̀͆͊̌̐̿͛̑̈́̊̈́͝͝ ̷̺̗͒̄͛͑͜Ä̶͍̪̭͔̠͈̞́̑̌͒̈͒͌ ̴̢̞͈̬̞͓̗͍͚̹̟͍̠́̓́̓̃͛̾͆̉̂̈́̀͝M̴̢̛̻̲̥̪̯̙̼͍̈́̈́̎͐͘̚ ̷̢̬̞̇̚Ē̶̼͇̝̱̥̥̙͍̥̐̾̎́̕͜" It demanded, the voice penetrating through. The temperature of the room rose, enough to make a fragile mortal sweat. The candles rapidly melted. The dark form smoldered in wait. It watched the creatures that had torn the veil and brought him this far. They were young. Incredibly so. And the more it watched, the darker the flames of its body burned. They were children, eyes wide, disbelieving. Genesis devoured their expressions, the fear that enriched the air. Almost children. There was a sanctity of youth that protected them from even the most powerful of fiends. But these were not so fortunate. Theirs was their own burden that no innocence could protect. That was fine. He would eat them once the eclipse ended and enjoy the splendor of his new body. But first, he scoured among them. None, at a glance, appeared exceptional. None, until he settled on one. The darkness split into a a hateful grin. "You..." Genesis purred warmly, his figure approaching the edge of the circle, but did not cross. Not yet. "Anything in the world, for my name." @rcdback
