Sex, magic, political intrigue. (M/m)

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1.The Play is the Thing

Lord Seire of Hidden Places dragged his fingers against the summoning circle boundaries.  Sparks of purple light reflected off the embedded sigils, embossed in the black marble flooring – a permanent summoning circle.  Seire sighed. The basement seemed that it would be a permanent kind of thing now that his summoner was established.

Yes, the quality of the basements had improved steadily. The space had changed. His circle had gone from unfinished raw cork to wooden planking to carpet to obsidian, veined marble. It was still bare - an overstuffed chair, a scared table, a couple of dribbley, smoking candles. Seire sat in the chair and drummed long fingers against the faded and roughly used chintz. The summoning process brought Seire into Ozias’ world naked. For his kind, crossing the veil into God’s bright places burned every time. He was getting used to it though.

Seire pushed his hands into his hair, pushing the short black locks out of his face.  He sat quietly folding his six-and-a-bit feet of muscled form into a comfortable yogic position to wait. Hours passed as he opened his senses to the world beyond the basement walls and floor. The circle might cage his form and his more potent abilities but the little trickle of demon magic easily found the weaknesses in the circle. In just a few moments he had Ozias’ location and much of the house hold beyond.

Sex, magic, political intrigue. Maybe all three at once.


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