Interstellar Bun
Buns In Space
It happened so fast Cassius barely had time to even figure out what was going on. Pain started in the core of his being, a force pulling him between worlds piece by piece. Realizing the sensation at hand, Cassius tried to grab the chase he had been lounging on as if that would do him any good. It didn't. In that moment, he was completely and utterly powerless. Ages ago, when this had happened to other demons who were foolish enough to let their true names be known and written in books, Cassius had laughed until his sides hurt.
It was less funny when it happened to him.
Cursing his luck, pain ebbed through his being, agony screaming in each and every molecule for what seemed like ages as time stretched on. Then, all at once, it was over.
Cool air settled around him, pressing against his form. In a rush the candles in the room were doused, the drapes on the windows fluttering as he whipped the air around him. It was a simple parlor trick, but humans tended to get freaked out when that sort of thing happened. It was the best he could manage, considering he couldn't move. Whomever did this had used old magic, something binding him so truly and completely that it made it a struggle to even alter his form - not that being on Earth made that a simple task in the first place.
He'd only been on earth, oh, four or five times before over the history of mankind. It wasn't his favorite place.
His form stretched, taking the visage of a looming shadow blacker than the galaxy itself. For good measure, he adorned his shadowy figure with horns, arms so unnaturally long claws scraped the ground. Maybe it wasn't his best work, it had been a while sine he had to pull these tricks himself, but he hoped it'd do the job. Summoning up his best voice, the amorphous creature spoke.
"Who dares to summon me," His voice was a low, deep thunderous rasp that seemed to linger in the air. "Who dares to call upon my name and bind me to this place, believing I will submit to your will? Speak, mortal."
Yeah, that was a speech he was pretty proud of. Considering he was more than a little out of practice, he thought he had done fairly well.
It was less funny when it happened to him.
Cursing his luck, pain ebbed through his being, agony screaming in each and every molecule for what seemed like ages as time stretched on. Then, all at once, it was over.
Cool air settled around him, pressing against his form. In a rush the candles in the room were doused, the drapes on the windows fluttering as he whipped the air around him. It was a simple parlor trick, but humans tended to get freaked out when that sort of thing happened. It was the best he could manage, considering he couldn't move. Whomever did this had used old magic, something binding him so truly and completely that it made it a struggle to even alter his form - not that being on Earth made that a simple task in the first place.
He'd only been on earth, oh, four or five times before over the history of mankind. It wasn't his favorite place.
His form stretched, taking the visage of a looming shadow blacker than the galaxy itself. For good measure, he adorned his shadowy figure with horns, arms so unnaturally long claws scraped the ground. Maybe it wasn't his best work, it had been a while sine he had to pull these tricks himself, but he hoped it'd do the job. Summoning up his best voice, the amorphous creature spoke.
"Who dares to summon me," His voice was a low, deep thunderous rasp that seemed to linger in the air. "Who dares to call upon my name and bind me to this place, believing I will submit to your will? Speak, mortal."
Yeah, that was a speech he was pretty proud of. Considering he was more than a little out of practice, he thought he had done fairly well.