Juliana lay on the cool floor. Nothing was more enticing than lying in one spot until all the pain went away.
I can’t do that.
She clenched her jaw tight, pushing the pain away.
Mom is still in danger.
With her arm that hadn’t made a noise, Juliana pushed herself up.
Eva too.
Juliana got to her feet. She wobbled side to side and back and forth. Reaching out to the bars, Juliana steadied herself.
And blinked.
A weight dropped in her stomach. Bars, she cursed.
On the other side of the bars stood Willie, all strung up and looking like new.
“You just sit tight, milady. I am beyond certain that I’ll find interesting diversions involving yourself after the current show ends. Now I must return or I shall miss the climactic ending.”
With that said, Willie’s puppet slumped over. A trap door opened in the ceiling with a creak. After a brief pause, the puppet was pulled by his strings straight through the trap door.
It shut, leaving not even a trace of a seam.
Ignoring the aching in her chest, the thumping in her head, and the steadily growing pain in her arm, Juliana gripped the bars and shook.
The metal did not move.
She tried her ferrokinesis.
While it worked on the metal still on her–her knife, mostly–it failed to so much as touch the black metal making up the bars.
Changing tactics, Juliana formed up some of her knife into a serrated blade. With it, she set to filing away at the bars.
Juliana couldn’t keep it up for long. After only a few minutes, she had sweat out a kiddie-pool worth of perspiration. Her arm was sore. And, looking closely, Juliana couldn’t see the faintest hint of a scratch on the metal. Her own blade had dulled and required almost constant reinforcement.
Juliana sunk into the corner of the cell and slumped down.
She had failed.
Her mother wasn’t bleeding out, but only so long as Eva kept up her magic. If Willie decided to hasten matters by doing something as simple as tossing a monster into the picture, she wouldn’t be able to keep it up. Even if he didn’t, Juliana doubted that Eva would be capable of holding on indefinitely.
Hot liquid started to stream down the sides of her face.
Wiping her face on a torn piece of dress did nothing to help. It made it worse. Liquid smeared over her face as more continued to flow.
Everything was her fault. If she had never touched that book, she would never have summoned Willie. He wouldn’t have separated her from Shalise. And, as Shalise said way back in the prison, neither of them would have wound up in Hell had it not been for her.
Mom is going to die and it is my fault.
Such folly of the talkina. So confident is he in his control over my realm, he thinks he doesn’t need to block magic.
“Oh? You’re back, are you?” Juliana’s voice peaked and broke as she shouted at the words. “Come to offer me some more half-advice? What is it now, ‘a cell is only prison to those within?'”
Panting, Juliana took a breath before letting out an inarticulate scream. She pounded her fist into the grimy wall.
There is little shame in seeking help to accomplish tasks clearly beyond you.
“Oh, and I suppose you’re offering?”
Of course not, Juliana thought as the silence droned on. They were just words in her head. What were they supposed to do about anything?
Probably a sign of her own declining mental state.
But, she thought, not entirely sure whether it was her own thought or not, the idea might have merit.
Standing, Juliana took a moment to steady herself. She wiped her face again. The cloth did nothing between the sweat and tears already soaked in.
Extending some of her blade into a long pole, Juliana traced a wide circle in the grime of the floor.
A summoning circle works cross-plane only. You will find yourself unable to summon any demon currently within Hell.
“Shut up,” Juliana said as she continued to draw. Despite her words, she heard and understood the voice. None of the demons that she had already summoned would work.
That was fine. None of the demons she had already summoned would be able to stand up to Willie. He was at the back of the only book she had read on diablery for a reason.
Although your benefactor has free access to the mortal plane, she still resides within her domain. Her domain is still a part of my plane.
That caught Juliana’s arm partway in her drawing motion. Ylva. That had to be who the voice was talking about. Shaking her head, Juliana continued her work.
Soon enough, the summoning circle was complete.
Juliana stared at it. Everything looked right. The only thing missing was an enticement.
Stand within the circle yourself.
“W-what?” Juliana bit her lip before she could stutter anything else out. Of course he would need a virgin as his enticement.
Fire burned on Juliana’s face as blood rushed to her cheeks. The memory of him without his shirt on danced in her mind. The rippling muscles covering his well-toned body.
Juliana shook her head. With only a modicum of hesitation, she walked onto the summoning circle.
It was a small sacrifice if it got her mother out safe and sound.
Taking a breath, Juliana started channeling magic into the circle. Some demons needed to be called out with actual words, others simply needed their enticement in the circle. Since the voice hadn’t interrupted, it was probably the latter in this case.
The summoning circle started to rotate.
Juliana closed her eyes, hoping this wasn’t an even bigger mistake.
Ha, as if things could get worse.
Something pressed against her mouth.
Juliana snapped her eyes open, finding herself face to face with two golden orbs.
And a tongue worming its way between her lips.
Pressing her hands against a muscled chest, Juliana pushed as hard as she could.
Two arms wrapped around her body, drawing her in tight and lifting her up off the ground.
His tongue met her teeth. Despite her clenching her jaw as hard as she could, it pried her mouth open with the barest of efforts, moving to wrap itself around her own tongue.
Hot, Juliana thought, too hot. Everywhere his tongue touched felt like it had been coated in hot sauce. The burning did not cause quite the same need to find a carton of cold milk. In fact, the more his tongue moved in her mouth, the less it burned and the more it–
The pressure around her body vanished and Juliana found herself falling. Her body crumpled to the floor.
Juliana stared up at him. His long tongue ran across his own lips before snaking back into his mouth. She found herself mirroring his actions for a split second before she could catch herself.
“Salty,” he said. “Pathetic though you are, your tears are a redeeming factor. Delicious.”
Juliana swallowed. Trying to ignore the burning sensation sliding down her throat, she wiped off her face on the sleeve of her dress. Once finished, she sat there and waited.
He did not move.
“A-aren’t y-you…” Juliana bit down on her lip, she was talking as poorly as a nervous Shalise. “Aren’t you going to t-take your enticement?”
He blinked before bursting into raucous laughter. “If you’re so insistent,” he started.
Juliana involuntarily swallowed again.
“You will have to resign from Brakket Academy.”
It was Juliana’s turn to blink. “What?”
“My current contract includes a clause against, shall we say, ‘laying hands’ upon students. Tempting though you may be, it is currently against my interests to void said contract.”
“So, you’re not going to…”
“Since you are so insistent,” he said with an exaggerated sigh, “I promise to visit you the moment my contract ends. You can wait, yeah?”