I double-check the intricate spell circle before me, looking for even the slightest imperfection, which of course doesn't exist. I may be the youngest sorceress of Morhaine's grand Academy of Morashir, but my skills will get me to the top in no time, whatever the professors may say. When I complete this demon summoning, it will be those annoying old scholars fighting to keep me around rather than me struggling to get a proper place in their classes!
Satisfied with my usual excellent work, I walk over to the small lectern I scrounged up from some of the older students' left-behind belongings. This lectern, and the cracked frame that makes up my bed, are the only bits of furniture that dot my room, which only makes it easier for me to keep things clean. Sure, they may still be a bit large for my ten-year-old frame, a sight not helped by my only set of over-sized robes, but these temporary problems are something every great mage has to deal with. Against all odds, I got a chance to attend this Academy, and nothing is going to prevent me from making my place in history as not only the youngest sorceress of Morhaine, but the greatest, the wisest, the most powerful sorceress in all the world!
Clearing my throat, and more comfortably settling this robe over my slender shoulders, I begin to read the harsh words of the tome I pilfered from the Grand Library in the Academy - the mere fact I have already deciphered this tome and mastered the complex language of the demons is proof my entrance was not a mistake. In fact, it's just another mark that my greatness is inevitable. The powerful words almost tear themselves outof my throat, but with a masterful strength of mind, I retain control of myself, managing to finish the final incantation. As I throw my small hands out wide, a loud crack echoes throughout the air and the sharp smell of brimstone enters my room. The spell circle finally begins to glow a deep blood-red, a sight that would perhaps lead other mages - lesser mages, to be exact - tremble in fear, but my knees and shoulders clearly tremble from excitement. Nodding to myself, I proudly stand in front of the circle, awaiting the arrival of my new servant.
Purple smoke fills the interior of the spell circle, though, a small detail that isn't exactly what I planned, but perhaps this is a sign that my spell has called forth a being even more impressive than the fearsome blood hound I was aiming to summon? Of course it is, I think to myself. There's no way this is a legitimate mistake, so all I need to do is stand here and let the first sight this demon sees is the confident and imposing figure of the up-and-coming greatest sorceress of Morhaine.
A faint outline slowly becomes visible within the smoke, one only slightly taller than me. Long dark hair falls in waves over her slender shoulders, glittering purple eyes gaze up and down my short frame, and pale skin covered only in a thin leather belt over her flat chest alongside a tiny pair of black silk panties - this isn't a damn blood hound at all, it's a succubus who looks as young as me!
But before I have the chance to even complain about this rude succubus who ruined my demonic summoning, the tiny demon girl steps up to the edge of the circle, putting one of her tiny hands on her slim waist while looking around my disparate room. Completely oblivious to her near naked state of attire, and my own blush at the sight of her outside that swirling smoke, the succubus speaks up in a high-pitched voice "Hm, so you're the cute little sorceress who summoned me, huh. Well, that's fine. What do you seek from me, mortal? For what reason have you called the mighty and seductive Lillian?"
I narrow my eyes at this "mighty and seductive" succubus trying to contort her tiny frame into something resembling a seductive pose, then draw myself up in my most regal and commanding manner possible. Though my own voice is nearly as high-pitched, I belt out my answer in supreme self-confidence: "You are here to serve me, demon. You shall be the evidence of my superior skills, the tool for knocking those ancient scholars from their pedestals!"
Lillian looks at me with something I could almost mistake for amusement if I didn't know it was clearly fear. She steps outside the circle, something that it definitely supposed to be possible when a demon accepts your control and most assuredly not another mistake on my part. In a surprisingly seductive tone combined with a hip-swaying walk that forces me to look at this demon in a way I've never felt before, the succubus says "Well, great sorceress, then you'll need to prove you can handle making a pact with me."