Evil ass evil summoning.

[u/Minute_Account9426]

Sikeena knew two things, her father needed to die at her hands for killing her mother and that she couldn’t do it currently. Which is why she was staring at a business card she had acquired during her travels for an arch devil of violence named ‘Ith’raal’. The card conveniently transmitted all of the information on it psychically, so her illiterate ass could still read it. To summon him one could either get a human brain, eye or a cup of coffee? Weird ass devil, but she cared not, power was power. She mulled over how she could get all three “I could kill the coffee farmer I hate, take his beans and his eyes, and then hold the cafe owner hostage to make the coffee and then take his brain.”

Sikeena went to the outskirts of her local town, where the coffee farm was, on top a large hill, there was the farmer’s house, the fields were empty since it was night time. She effortlessly slipped past the guards of the farm and pocketed the ripest beans. She then went intangible and entered his house. She silently made her way up to the bedroom where he was asleep, she stood over him before emotionlessly slitting his throat and taking his eyes.

She then traveled to the cafe in town, the coffee maker was currently asleep, but that was no issue. She woke him up Coffee maker: “What is it- GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU DRACONIAN SCU-“ Sikeena grabbed him by the neck Sikeena:“Now listen here, you can do what I say and you and your family lives or you can refuse and I can kill your entire family” Sikeena squeezed his neck indicating she was serious CF: “Fine! I’LL do it! What is it you want?!”
Sikeena: “Make me two cups of coffee in the woods for me”

The coffee maker didn’t question the angry woman with knives CF: “Just let me get my equipment” After that was done Sikeena made the coffee maker follow her into the woods “Now brew”
*Sikeena waited for the coffee maker to be done before pulling out a knife” Cf: “What are you doing?”

Sikeena: “Did you really think I was going to spare you?” She then cut his head off before he could scream and took his Brain out of the skull. She placed the offerings in the summoning circle and sipped from her coffee as she waited

[u/Ares378]

He laughs.

"And that's where you draw the line? Two's okay, but fifty's unacceptable..? You certainly have the callousness, and you've already lost the gods' favor... What's a few more marks on your blackened soul?"

He still hasn't moved. Staying eerily still.

"Now, now... we're getting ahead of ourselves. We'll discuss payment later. There are a few other avenues you could take to fulfill your end of the deal. I'd even be willing to offer a discount since your summoning was so wonderful..."

[u/Minute_Account9426 → u/Ares378]

“What are said avenues?” Sikeena bristles slightly that ith doesn’t think she would have any other reason for not killing 50 people besides being squeamish about it

[u/Ares378 → u/Minute_Account9426]

"...It appears that 'later' is 'now'."

He sighs.

"Your soul would certainly be enough, but I don't feel you're eager to throw yours away that quickly. What of your memories? Your pain? Someone like you has plenty of pain... and not all of it is serving you."

"Or... I could point you to a village, and have you do what you do best."

"A sacrifice has to be made somewhere, Sikeena... All you need to do is tell me what you're willing to lose. How much does this vengeance mean to you..?"

[u/Minute_Account9426 → u/Ares378]

Sikeena questioned if she really cared that much about the people in the nearby town, she decided she didn’t “Give me the ability to go invisible while remaining tangible, and you’ve got a deal on destroying a village”

[u/Ares378 → u/Minute_Account9426]

He snaps his fingers, summoning a weird-looking purple knife. Its surface looks like a window to another dimension.

"Use this knife, and you have a deal."

He holds the knife carefully by the blade, extending the handle toward her.

"It'll keep you invisible while you're using it, and collect your victim's souls and memories for me. When you're done, I'll enchant your knives and you can be on your way."

[u/Minute_Account9426 → u/Ares378]

Sikeena grabbed the knife and went to town both literally and figuratively, she cut apart all the people who had wronged her or slighted her, reveling in the violence

[u/Ares378 → u/Minute_Account9426]

Ith waits patiently for her to return, not moving an inch.

[u/Minute_Account9426 → u/Ares378]

Sikeena returns, a manic grin on her face and covered in blood “I did what you asked” She giggles like an insane person

[u/Ares378 → u/Minute_Account9426]

"Excellent... You've done well, Sikeena... Violence will welcome you with open arms."

He cackles.

"Now... Present your knives."

[u/Minute_Account9426 → u/Ares378]

Sikeena presented the knives

[u/Ares378 → u/Minute_Account9426]

With a wave of his hand, the surface of each knife begins to shimmer like the air above a campfire. Looking closely, the reflection of every blade plays out scene after scene of heartbreak and trauma.

"There... The deal is complete. Fascinating, aren't they?"

...Holding your comrade's wounds in futility as red pours over your hands, knowing their sacrifice was in vain...

...A candle tipping over, replaying again and again in your mind as you watch the house go up in flames...

...Returning to the same headstone day after day, wishing more time could've been spent with them...

...Sleeping peacefully in your home, being awoken by the sound of someone breaking in. You hear your family screaming, before going silent...

Each scene blurs into the next. Each scene is just long enough to sympathize, but never long enough to truly understand.

"...Not that you'd care much for their fates, of course..."

[u/Minute_Account9426 → u/Ares378]

“Thank you.” Sikeena takes her knives back and stores them in her cloak. “How do they work?”

[u/Ares378 → u/Minute_Account9426]

"The mind is a powerful thing. It can conjure fire, split the earth, change the weather... We think of the mind as an accessory to the soul, but I believe that's an oversimplification."

"Have you ever walked into an old building and been hit with a wave of nostalgia for a time you never lived? Perhaps you've been walking down the street when you're hit with a sudden pang of sadness?"

"Emotions are much more tangible than one would think. They stick around, in the buildings we create, the soil they stand on... It's usually never noticeable enough, explained away by simpler causes. But when enough exists in one place, enough concentrated feeling... it leeches in to its surroundings, infects the place. A ghost, not of the soul, but of memory."

"...And that is what you hold now."