Title:           [SB] Conniving Cultists [Chapter 1]
Author:          Thy_Carpenter
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First Edit:      Monday 7th of March 2016 12:36:21 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 7th of March 2016 12:36:21 AM CDT

CHAPTER 1: IT'S IN A BOOK...
 
"Pfft, magic schmagic. Do you really believe this horseshit, Nigel?"
>"But Anon," warned an annoying voice belonging to a skinny, nerdy looking man, "The rite of reappropriation is a real thing! If you go through with this, you'll be sent to purgatory until the universe decides you're needed!"
"Pfft, what's the worse that could happen? I butcher a language that probably doesn't even exist? Gimme that book of yours."
>"Anon, be careful with that!
"Alright, let's make a bet. $20 says this shit does nothing."
>"Well, I'd have to go to my bank for tha-"
"A deal's a deal, fucker! Get ready to pay up."
"Alright, let's see here."
>The book is bound in an odd leather, and seems older than your mother.
"woh tuoba lla yrôts a si siht ,wön"
"nwõd edispû denrut-deppïlf tog efil ym"
"etünim a ekåt ot ?kil d'I dna"
"ereht thgir tis tsuj"
"ria leb dellac nwot a fo ecñirp eht emaceb I woh uoy llet ll'?"
>A horrendous writhing and crackling sound is heard all around you, slithering around your head and momentarily lingering beside your ears before moving on to now be coming from the book.
>Instinctively, you drop the book.
>At least you try to.
>The book appears to have grafted itself to your hands.
"OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!"
>Your nerdy fuckwit of a friend is simply standing there, staring in shock.
"NIGEL, HELP ME YOU JEWISH ASSHAT!"
>He's not moving and just continues to stare.
>A movement from the book redirects your attention as a black tar-like tentacle creeps out.
>OH SHIT NIGGER
>HOW CAN YOU NOPE YOURSELF OUT OF THIS ONE?
>Before you can nope off to never land, the tentacle lunges itself at you and wraps around your neck and shoulders.
>More tentacles come from the pages and begin grabbing you all over.
>The tentacles lift you into the air and the book remains levitating where it was, still grafted to your hands.
>The tentacles line you up head first pointed into the book, and in one sudden violent motion, you're sent through the pages of the book with many a sickening crunch and rapid waves of pain.
>With all but your fingers through this rape portal, the book slams closed, crushing your fingers which just now finally become ungrafted.
>The book drops to the floor and all is quiet as Nigel looks on in utter disbelief.
>After what seems like an eternity, he finally speaks.
>"Well, looks like I get that $20!"
>Well.
>This is purgatory, apparently.
>Everything is black, with blobs of color pulsing in and out, like when you close your eyes.
>You can't feel your body, and have a complete lack of orientation and spatial positioning.
>All you can do is think.
>Let's see... What happens now?
>Well, that Nigel faggot said it was a "Rite of reappropriation", and go figure, you're in purgatory until the universe decides you're needed.
>How long is that going to be?
>Haven't a clue, but it's probably going to be a while in this place.
>An indeterminable interim of solitude and nothing but your thoughts.
>Isn't that a recipe for insanity?
>Guess we'll find out.
>It feels like a length of time incapable of being comprehended by the human mind has passed, and yet you remain sane.
>You thought for years and years, then decided to just stop until something happened.
>And guess what happened. Nothing. So why did you resume thinking?
>You don't know, but something is off.
>A small bright tear has appeared in front of you!
>The tear widens and widens, and you can see shapes.
>You're raised to this tear, and are slowly stuffed through, the tear conforming to your body's various shape as you arise.
>Blinded by this sudden experience of light, you clamp your eyes shut.
>Suddenly the rising stops and you slowly open your eyes to the bright shapes around you.
When you open your eyes, you see...
(4/9)
>You see two horses in front of you.
>One is midnight blue, the other white.
>Why are they wearing jewelry?
>Also, why do they have horns and wings?
>You reach your hand to pinch yourself, but are alarmed when all that meets your body is a stump.
"What the fuck?!"
>Your look down and see a body similar to the two horses in front of you, except it has a dark crimson coat and a matching set of long, jet black mane and tail.
>On its ass is what you get when you mix a satanic pentagram and a heart together to make a satanic heartogram, complete with arcane symbols inside of it.
>Said mark consists of golden lines, contrasting with and complementing the dark crimson coat it sits upon.
>Moving upwards, there lays a set of wings demonic dragon-like wings on its back, with the main bone structure the same dark crimson red as the body, black bony looking talons at each main joint of the wing, and a dark grey thin membrane acting as the airfoil of the wing.
>Even further up from that is a neck, which extends to...
>Your head.
>This is your body.
>What on God's green earth is going on here?!
>"Ahem"
>Looking back to the horses, the white one speaks.
>"If you're done acting like you've never seen your body before, we have some business to discuss."
>"Indeed", the blue one adds, "Time is of great importance here."
"What the hell is going on here?"
>Woah.
>Was that your voice? It couldn't be, this voice was that of a seductive female, deep and sultry; and yet it originated from you.
>With a slight scowl, the white one answers "You see, the reason why we have summoned you here is because Equestria has fallen into great danger, and-"
"Hold up just one god damn minute here... I wasn't asking for story time here, I was asking oh, you know, WHY THE FUCK AM I A HORSE?! Where the badgerfuck am I, and what the hell is going on?!"
>The horses have a combination of shock, anger, and confusion on their faces.
"Well? The question isn't going to answer itself, out with it!"
>The blue one looks pissed right now, like you had shit on the rug.
>"YOU DARE SPEAK SO UNCOUTHLY TO YOUR SUMMONERS, MUCH LESS ROYALTY?! REDEEM WHAT GOOD GRACES YOU CAN, FOR TARTARUS IS NOTING COMPARED TO-"
>A white hoof raised in front of butthurt blue served to silence it and turn their anger down from a boil to more of a simmer.
>"You must just be unused to your form," speculated whitey, "and as I recall, demons are sometimes pulled from different dimensions."
>Demon? What is she talking about?
>"My name is Princess Celestia, and that is my sister, Princess Luna. Together we rule over the land of Equestria, home to peaceful ponies."
>Well, things are starting to add up at least. Not really.
>"Now, admittedly royalty summoning a war demon such as yourself is not an every day occurrence. Equestria is in utmost danger, and we are willing to make a contract with you to save our nation."
>"Sister," Luna says through her teeth with great contempt, "We think that is not a war demon."
>"What?"
>Celestia's gaze directs its attention to your rump, or moreover the heartogram that lays upon it.
>She stares at it for a moment, a look of "well, shit" clear on her face.
>"Luna, do you remember what type of blood the summoning rite called for?"
>"The blood of one with traits you wished to instill into the demon, so long as the owner was confident and had a fiery passion in them."
>"And who's blood did you use?"
>"Loyalty's, we wished to have the demon loyal to us."
>"Loyalty does have a fiery passion, but she lacks the confidence component when it comes to her... sexuality."
>Luna drops her attention from you and looks at her sister, slight confusion on her face.
>"What role does that play in all of this?"
>"The blood used in the rite directly determines which type of demon is summoned," Celestia informs, "Loyalty's fiery passion and troubled sexuality combined to create a succubus, not a war demon."
>The sudden revelation shows through on Luna's face, and she sits there, a dumbfounded look on her face.
>"If you'll excuse us for a moment, Luna and I have something to discuss together in the hallway."
>Celestia trots over to a set of dark wooden doors, Luna following with slight hesitation.
>The doors creak open and close as they disappear into the hallway.
>Even though the door is thick wood and metal, you can hear them bicker with each other through the slight gap at the bottom of the door.
>Looking around the room for the first real time, you make note of its details.
>First is the lighting, there's a few collections of candles throughout the medium sized room, but most of the light is coming from the circle.
>Speaking of, the circle is your typical pentagram, made of glowing golden chalk, candles at the star points, and glyphs strewn about.
>Further out is a ring surrounding the summoning circle, made of what you imagine is salt.
>The walls are adorned with shelves, containing occult trinkets and many tomes of esoteric knowledge, such as...
>Demon butt stuff and you, Volume 7?!
>You don't know what was more concerning, how thick it was, or that two princesses owned it.
>Putting the thought aside, you notice some of the stuff that was used to summon you.
>Silver dagger, chalice of blood, and... A maid's costume covered in goo.
>Christ, this had to of been the weirdest summoning ever.
>The bickering in the hall quickly heightens, and just as quickly stops.