I summon you.

[Jericho]

TATTOOINE​

On an evening like this, there wasn't a soul that wasn't happy. Nights like these would be memorable, he had come across an old sith tomb from another planet and talismen here on tattooine to summon some sort of unknown creature. He followed the instructions that took him hours to do ad sat close to the hearth, the heat spewing from it warmed him from the inside. To his side lay a beaten up wood case. He didn't know what kind of wood it was, it seemed strange in texture and ooze a blue and green flow of energy. Nor did he know what the instrument inside was made of. It was his treasure for a job well done. It was his curiousity and joy for finding lost arts. Beside the case and on the floor lay his sabers and armor. His scarred covered only by pants, masked hand jedi cloak. He read the old tomb and did the chant, wondering what will come out if anything did.

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[Paimon]

Paimon was walking the spirit realm, she was enjoying watching two mortals make 'acquaintance'. The way they interacted always intrigued the creature. However, right when things started to grow interesting she felt a strain on her freewill. As she stepped forward her legs seemed to be held down. Then, as if someone was right there she felt the language of the dathomir echo through her ears.

A spell!

Right as Paimon came to this realization she felt a pull on her body and then watched as she slowly evaporated, in this realm, and in the physical world wherever she was being called her body rebuilt itself. As her physical body found its way into existence she took in her surroundings. A robed man stood in front of her, what would he have went to all this trouble for perhaps? Most likely what they all did this for, desire.

As her eyes met this man she took him in, her body floating only a few feet above the ground with the legs being nearly a mist. She was clad in a light white robe, her body fashioning many piercings along her ears and nipples. She then let an evil smile across her lips as she focused on the man.

"Well hello there!" She opened her arms to reveal her body in all its physical glory.

"I'm Paimon, a spirit created out of maniacal love and chas by the twin deities. Why have you summoned me mortal?"

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[Jericho]

The warrior sat still and the wind around him began to change, the air circled around the circle he had made sand swirled with it dramatically before a creature of blue skin came before him. He quickly looked it him and down and placed a hand on the chin of his mask and looked down at the book trying to complete read the text and piece together what his beast was meant to do. It had a woman like voice teeming with piercings and her legs nearly replaced by a flowing mist. "Interesting." He thought to himself as he for the most part ignored her introduction after a moment he closed the text and looked up at the creature. He stood revealing his true height and frame, his torso covered in scars and tattoos unlike a great many Jedi. He quietly paced around her examining her form lightly caressing her cheek with his hand locking his dark eyes with hers before lightly taking a step back. Feeling her cheek he felt it solid though as if not there at all, an most interesting thing indeed. He looked at her form up and down once more. "You came to the call of the Dathomir. I seek a great many things." He said with a humble bow of his head. "First I seek, is you, what are you?" Though she had said that she was a spirit, the warrior remained skeptical.

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[Paimon]

When the wind faded and the air rested back to normal, Paimon would take in her physical form. She touched the tips of her fingers together and this sent a surge of emotions down her back. However this man, robbed and clad in tattoos. He intrigued her, and his answer would only further that.

Paimon hoped he wasn't another one of the summoners that were ungratefully playing around with magick they didn't understand. It would be a shame if he was that person because she would have to kill him, and he is so cute. For now however, Paimon would play with him, test him to see if he is worthy of her demonic magick.

She felt his hand run across her cheek and let a grin touch her lips. Bravery, that was certainly something he possessed. Though in all of her time walking the physical plane she had never understood this trait, in a way bravery is just another way of saying stupidity, but it is also a trait that rulers and kings possessed.

"For I am bound to the Dathomir." She said and smiled deviously, leaning down to meet him. She laid her long fingers under his chin and observed his eyes.

Then as he asked about her, Paimon rubbed the tips of her fingers together and a small flame burst from them. "I am the ur-spirit of the element fire." She let the flame grow until she rubbed her fingers once more and it faded out.

"I represent the emotions of passion, chaos, and love."

With this Paimon shook her head, her long locks waving behind her. "But of course, you wouldn't have summoned a great demonic spirit without knowing what one was would you?" She then showed off her sharpened teeth in an evil grin.

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[Jericho]

He looked intently she peaked his curiousity almost to no end, he had met nothing of her like and she claimed to be a spirit of sorts. It was only recent his belief in actual ghosts was changed after seeing the ghost of his fallen master. That was one of the reasons why he was seeking information on the more supernatural aspect of the force or spells. With one of her hands she lightly caressed the end of his chin just under his armored black mask touching lightly on his skin when she did she would feel his skin was warmer than the average Lorrdian. The warrior watched as she raised her other hand showing a glimmer of flame with the slightiest click of her fingers and with another click of her finger the flame went away. Did that mean she was the pure embodiment of flame or was she a beast that merely could shape the elements as Himself. Or was she something more? Maybe even something completely different? Since she showed him, hers, he would should her one of his; the warrior took in a quick breath and black flame burst around his being with a circle of white flame around his feet that rose to his knees. With other breath the flames around the warrior disappeared.

From her words cited that of the sith code but the world was not as black and white as his flames. "I didn't realize." He said bluntly to the "spirit" of the book. "Dathomir is a language most foreign to me. I knew that the book summon something but I was unaware of what. Since you are here, however, I did the ritual properly." He continued on, his eyes locked with hers and but remained wary of his surroundings. He has been in too many battles and ambushed more times that he could count, his guard was rarely ever down. "Demonic..." He uttered quietly and opened that book and read more of what he could and let out a sigh. The Dathomir were a spiritual species the reign with varied amount of magic. It was a wonder despite his calm and stern demeanor the warrior was quite excited about all that he was learning. "What was it you were made to do, spirit? Do you plant the seeds of what you embody or rather, represent?"

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[Paimon]

As the man lit himself aflame she raised her eyes, perhaps out of excitement or simply from curiosity. The spirit then floated down to him and rested her hands on his shoulders, her long nails digging slightly into his skin. She leaned forward and let her adorned breasts meet his view, her desirable scent floating across his nose. "I am the seeds, dearest summoner." With this Paimon let her lips caress his and floated back to the ritual site, she would not let him know this but for her to exit the transformation circle would cause her to burst into green flame. Not unless he would chant one word, and in turn setting her free of his command.

He was going to be one of the question askers, she could tell. With a sigh Paimon snapped her fingers and torches appeared on the walls. In turn a beautiful purple flame lit inside of them. In truth they were illusions, though like all dathomir magick it had the odd effect of the real thing. An aspect of the force no sith or jedi could ever replicate. "A little ambiance never hurt anyone, did it?" She asked, more of a statement, her tone was demonic yet sweet and inviting.

Once Paimon was comfortable, the purple flames reflecting her skin as if it was illuminated, she then began to gaze upon the book he held and seemed to be enjoying more than he was being in the presence of a great spirit. "Where did you find such a book? Hmm? Answer this and I will tell you what I was made to do. Deal?"

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[Jericho]

Same closer to him, parts of her long nails dug through his Jedi robe and into his skin, a flirtatious action if there ever seen. The warrior was familiar of it but would not so be so easily taken away from the book. But as she drew closer to him the flame spirit emitted a certain aroma similar if not more potent than the pheromones made from Zeltrons even more than one of his lovers, Breanna. Out of everything he has encountered, this had to be one of his greater weakness not in the sense of need or that of battle. It was a wanting, an addiction, one might call it from all his travelings, his battles for peace or inner turmoil. The scent of the Zeltrons helped him relax and escape the pains of reality from time to time dating all the way back to his early teenage years. For a moment it was as if he was paralyze from the tantalizing scent made from the fire spirit as she lowered his mask and gave him a warming touch from her lips to his. The warrior raised his masked over his face once more, his demeanor remained calm despite his heart racing from the scent and the flirtatious actions. As a spirit of Love and chaos he would have to continue his resistance as best he can, he thought of this as another sith ruin to be conquered and knowledge to be gained.

When she created the illusion surround them the purple flames colored with her blue skin making her even more sweet and tempting to his dark cold eyes. The warrior merely should his head and let out a sigh with a rubbed of his two eyes with is index finger and thumb. He knew the all of this was illusion but it was one he had never faced, he had encounter only two spell weavers in his time and only thought of them manipulators of the force. But this was whole different realm where magic was true and the warrior had to open his own mind to it. The Dathomirs were a people that he would have to really keep his eye on and come to understand more in the near future. He looked up to her as she gazed at the book her excitement on him but curiousity on the book same as he. The warrior now had more leverage to coming to understanding her more, he kept his place sitting next to the circle and to her. He raised a finger and guided her closer to him eye to eye keeping her from floating away and on equal ground as he. "It is only polite to answer first, and I will gladly sate and curiousity you may have also, Spirit." He said calmly.

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