Bound by Fire and Fate | Seeking: A Demon Partner (F seeking M)(Switch story)

[Revna]

Ayla never intended to change the course of her life with one reckless act of ambition. She was supposed to graduate college, maybe struggle a little, but eventually find her way. Instead, on the eve of her graduation, she cracked open a forgotten grimoire and performed a summoning ritual meant to grant power and control.

What she got was YC.

The heir to the Fifth Circle of Hell. A demon of (sin of your choice), bound to her through the ritual. And now? The entire hidden magical world knows she exists.

Torn from everything she knew, Ayla is dragged into a realm where magic is as intoxicating as it is dangerous. As the leader of this world weakens, a power vacuum forms—and Ayla, with her newfound abilities and a demon at her side, is thrust into a game of politics, ambition, and seduction.

🔥 What to Expect:

• A dark comedy romance with high-stakes magical intrigue
• A power struggle between Ayla and Riven, exploring dominance, submission, and the blurred lines in between
• Heavy kink and BDSM themes—because what's a bound demon without a little binding?
• Worldbuilding inspired by The Magicians, Harry Potter, and AHS: Coven, but with its own deliciously twisted spin
• A blend of romance, rivalry, and reluctant alliance
• F-list

Opening post

Everything change when Ayla was 20, it was her sophomore year in one of the very few colleges that had degrees in the occult. Always enjoying the thought of magic, growing up in a world where most things could be solved with some words or snaps or whatever else the theory of magic needed. She would do it. The universe answered one night while she was walking the campus and saw a circle of girls chanting in a circle. Originally thinking it all a joke until the unthinkable happened. Magic. Real magic.

The girls had asked for the usual stupid girl things, to be prettier, more desired and popularity. What happened convinced Ayla that magic was in fact real, one just had to find real magic. That night has sent her spiraling for over a year, however, it had worked. Soon she was able to do most common magic, easily calling things to get without a second thought. It was then that one of her professors offered a book of demons for their sophomore year midterm.

Another deep dive and the universe answered her most pressing question after almost another year of research and practice. Immortality and ultimate power, or at least how one could start their journey to gain these things. First was a binding spell, something that took her mere weeks to master over humans. It was her entering her junior year that she really started to master more advanced magics and worse, that humans made great puppets and very easy to manipulate. Most not challenging her enough to have her see them as n anything more than mere play things.

It was half way through her junior year that she had finally decided to do it. To summon an elder, bind them and finally move on to the next step which the book left rather vague but at this point. Even studied the occult the university had to offer was boring her. A party was raging on campus, Ayla had stayed in the dorms for the simple reason that it was free and right on campus. Then again, since learning magic was real, everything was free to her now.

In her room, she had red and black candles lit and representing North, East, South and West with a pentagram in the middle. Encased in a salt circle with bones of foxes, cats, rats, mice and a deer skull which held salt and other herbs inside of it. Ayla herself was all but nude with only a white sheet wrapped around her just enough to cover her most of her sensual zones. Her hair, a large chunk of her hair snow white from a natural but odd hair pattern with the majority of her hair resembled an abyss was in a lazy bun that has random stands loose and framing her face and neck.

Chanting softly, amber eyes quickly read the text as she all but moaned out for an elder to accept her as a gift. A trap that once answered would ensnaring anyone or anything that entered. Just as she was getting to the end, she felt it. The pull from her blood as it seemed to run hot as the magic swelled though coming from a more intimate area than usual. Most magic pulled from her veins as if her very own blood fed the magic but this magic was different. Yanking from her core in her lower stomach and sending sensual heat towards the soft whirling of magic that leaked from her.

A wind breathed through the room, ruffling the sheet that wrapped her. Lights flashed as the candles burned bright, growing larger than the candle itself. As if coming from hell itself, the floor rattle and shook the dorm she lived in and just as things were starting to fall off the walls; it all stopped. Even the candles, all but one went out and a dark shadow creature would be in the middle of the circle. Unsure of what it was, all she knew was that she had mere seconds.

With that, her hand flashed into the circle and around the beings closest limb and hotly whispered the binding contact. One she had signed already in her own blood; "with this I bind you to me. You are mine to wield as I reach for power. You will never harm me, no matter how much you wish it and you can only tell me no if you cannot actually do it. I bind thee," she all but shouted as she smeared her blood on whatever she was touching and before the elder could fight for its freedom.

Before either could fully react, what happened next was not something she could have ever prepared for. Her door splintered open in a hot explosion. Shards of wood imploded inward and getting her side that was closer to the door. Small cuts on her cheek, thigh and calf appeared. A small hissing sound came from her as she looked towards the door. Four women and a man stood in her doorway, the man's arms were raised and fingers pointed to the door. Clearly the source of the explosion itself. "What the fuck!-"

The thunder and anger that came from her would make most human's piss themselves as the air around her became electrified; bits of hair frizzing up and her usual bright amber eyes turned to molten gold with flecks of black as her anger reflected in her gaze. The women moved forward, three of them going to the demon and surrounding him. Hands up and muttering something, the instinct to protect flared as she snarled. "His fucking mine-" again she was cut off as the fourth woman came to her; hands up and muttering something she couldn't quiet catch and then the world went dark.

Setting; Hexenhaus Academy

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Just as soon as the world went dark, it seemed to be bright again. Too bright. White searing light burned behind her closed eyelids. Her hands went to her face to attempt to alleviate the brightness which only helped slightly. Luckily for her, it lasted only seconds and then it was normal again. Brighter than the candle lit room but not so bright she couldn't slowly open her eyes to the world around her. Blinking in her hands a moment to get used to the shielded version first, she slowly removed her hands to find herself standing in an office. Oddly enough, she thought as she looked around, it looked as if it was a principles office. A woman behind the desk watched her patiently, though not alike a woman she had ever seen before. Movement behind her made her head snap, the women and man who barged into her dorm stood in the back with the demon only slight behind her and to the left a little.

Headmistress Filaria gave a motherly smile as Ayla slowly took in her surroundings, only really giving pause again as she fully took in the headmistress herself. The room was near dead quiet except for the soft breathing of the occupants inside. "I don't like silence," she spoke honestly for some reason and for once the shock on her face over took her usual mask.

The headmistress chuckled and waved her arm, soft music filled the room that sounded foreign yet calming. "Hello miss Ayla, I'm headmistress Flaria and this is Hexenhaus Academy. School for witches to harness, control and perhaps flourish in a world only magical beings are aware of. You have gone under our radar for, well, quiet some time apparently." The woman paused as she looked behind her and towards the demon with a shine or respect in her gaze; "not many can summon an elder let alone bind one to themselves and live to tell the tale!"

"Flattery gets no where with me, it just means you want something. What do you want?" Ayla hid the surprise of just how forward she was, usually she hid more than this.

Filaria chuckled as she let her hand wave over a small black orb on her desk, "sorry. I know this is all new to you. This orb will have you tell me what I actually need to hear. The truth. As for what I want, well, I want you to join the academy. Though, unfortunately now that we are aware of your power that is a little less of a request and more of a requirement. For safety reasons, we cannot have powerful witches roaming around with no education and especially no government."

This knowledge clicked into place for her, the lack of options pissed her off but in all reality she would have killed to even know about a place like this, let alone attend. "I understand, so I am to go to this school now and learn of the wizarding world. I finally got my Hogwarts letter," though she actually was joking it came out dry and crisp; "so now what?"

Another chuckle came from Filaria and humor shined and glittered in her eyes. "You are very funny Ayla! Normally we would test you, see where your strength of magic is. However," she trailed again as her gaze flickered to the demon behind Ayla and then back to her, "I do not think we need that. You will belong to the Shadowfen house, that is where our more powerful witches are housed. You will get a private room as you will be keeping your elder with you. We have your things and uniforms already in your room as well as everything you need to attend classes as well as your schedule and map of the school. In your weeks, it is Sunday here. So please enjoy the rest of your rest days before preparing for classes. I'm sure the school will be something you wish to explore before classes resume."

Given a soft shove out to her new world, she would take it. Part of her wanted to ask questions, many, many questions. Questions she was sure would be answered without hours of grilling and seeing with her own eyes instead. With this thought process, she gave a court nod. Not trusting that the orb wouldn't reveal more thoughts than she wanted, she turned towards the demon. Their last time facing each other radically different than what they faced now. "Be a gentleman and offer me your arm so we can go," though this time she did tilt her head up to look up into the demon's face as she offered her elbow.

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