The magic ritual goes wrong and Selera accidentally summons a demon to her high tower. What would you do when confronted by a demon of lust and desire?
The demon, Tlazolla, waited patiently in the ether between worlds, a narrow space a hair's breadth between hell and the mortal realm. It sought out a sharp mind amongst the mortals, one that shone throughout all the realms. One suitable for its desires.
Selera climbed the winding steps up to the top of the tower. Clutched under one arm was a large book, thickly bound in an unusual pinkish red leather. Her other hand she held aloft, a bright blue light emanated from it. The stone steps were worn from the passage of years, but covered in a thick layer of dust. Her master almost never used this tower, making it perfect for her needs. At the top of the staircase she found a wooden door, its dark planks bound by thick bands of iron, which shone, dimly from the blue mage-light. She lifted the latch and forced the door open. The hinges were stiff with rust and creaked loudly as she leaned her full weight against the door. With a heave it opened revealing the bare round room within.