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Ariel (defectedfromgod) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2010-07-31 02:53:00

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ariel, mephisto

WHO: The grumbly twins
WHAT: The moment of truth - testing the purification potion
WHERE: An uninhabited hill, somewhere in rural Ireland
WARNINGS: You know, I have not a damn clue. Possible violence? Blood and guts? Demons screaming?

He'd managed to wait until nightfall to contact the demon; best to stack the odds against anyone seeing whatever was to happen. He'd told Princess exactly what he was doing, and told her which portkey he was going from. He didn't think anything would happen to him personally, but he wanted her to know, just in case.

When he'd done that, he teleported to a field, somewhere in central Ireland. The only light was by the moon, and there was no wind to speak of. Perfect.

He set to drawing the sigils in the grass with chalk, making sure the lines were connected. He'd brought the tarnished brass censer filled with water, and he set it down in the middle of the circle he'd drawn. The circle was about ten feet by ten feet, and in the centre he began to draw sigils with chalk. At the last minute, he took out the phial of chemicals he'd mixed in the shop, and combined it with the water and saltpeter he'd gathered. It congealed, forming a paste of sorts, as it ought to. He retraced his lines with the mixture, feeling a flash of excitement as the sigils turned a brown color. It all seemed to be working.

Only when the preliminaries were finished did he feel for the medallion in his pocket. Raziel, he murmured in his mind, knowing the fallen angel would respond to either name. It somehow seemed more fitting to use this one. He knew what he had to do now, and belatedly hoped Mephisto didn't land directly in the middle of the circle.

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feedsmycontempt
2010-07-31 04:19 am UTC (link)

Mephisto could feel his own tension growing at the explanation and, when he finally moved forward, making certain he didn't disturb the circle or its sigils, he could feel exactly what kind of pain Ariel talked about. It wasn't precisely what he had expected - not just a physical pain, but a ripping pain through the part of him that was intangible. He clawed into the dirt and let out a terrible sound once the incantation was being read and bowed his head low, his tail thrashing precariously close to Ariel. At the seventh repetition, though, the pain did spike, and his tail swung wide, hitting the mortal in his ribs, before he could feel his own form being torn away from him. In place of monstrous flanks covered in swamp green scaly skin, there came legs that were far more humanoid. In place of a swaying neck and terrible, eyeless head, there was a dark cloud of curling black hair around a familiar face. His wings spread as he was taken off the ground, leaving deep gouges in the earth below, and, although they were still sooty in places, they gained some of their sheer brilliance in stark white. The claws, however, did not come away from the body, neither Mephisto's feet or hands would ever be rid of them.

Once the spell brought him back down, he knelt with his hands resting on the ground, jaw still set against the pain. "Dammit, Ariel," he growled, his voice still low, but not near as terrible, "You'd better be alive, so I can fucking strangle you." He was almost joking, the pain was immense, but it did the trick. He felt almost like a mountain of weight had been lifted from his soul.

"Fucking brilliant, is what you are," He added, sitting up slowly, his whole body feeling stiff, as if it had been cramped into position for a life or two.

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