Calia Calder {Dark Witch}*OI*{Diablo's Doll}



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10/31/2017 

Callia's Revenge {Summoning of Diablo}
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Callia had been scorned from day one. She had been given away like some orphan that was tossed out in the bitter cold. She was different from the rest of the coven. Something happened and there was twins born from her mother. Bella, the youngest by minutes, was full of light as if she had stolen it all and had the powers of two white witches. Callia was stuck with all the darkness. Hatred, anger, anxiety, it all built up deep and hard inside Callia as she grew up with a ugly old hag who taught her to spit on everyone who made her this way. Callia always then, wanted to find Bella, her sister, the good White Witch everyone loved, and have her ultimate revenge. Finding just the Demon that can full fill her wish. Hoping it doesn't come at a high cost, though she was willing d do anything to see her sister broken and beaten down with the darkness and terror consuming her.

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Calia Calder {Dark Witch}*OI*{Diablo's Doll}

 

Callia didn't trust anyone. Not even the older lady who raised her. Humans were filth. If there was no magic in them, they were useless. Callia would just assume spit on people if it was the way the world worked. That was why she stayed to herself in her cozy little cottage thtat looked like it may fall apart. She shut and locked the door behind them as they entered. Her little place was filled with dark and macabre artifacts and debri. She always thought of it as her cozy little abode. Her eyes shifted all over like she was pparanoid somethine was missing. Quickly her mind went back to where they were and she turned her head to him.
"This has been my home ever since I was pushed out into the snow by those pesky little good witches. Whats the sense of having magic if you don't use it? Can you tell me that? Hmm? My sister probably doesn't know any extent of her powers, and that is kind of sad. " Callia shook her head and rolled her eyes as she continued to ramble for a bit before they started to talk business. She looked at the stone in his grasp as he played the scene. She smirked as she could feel her sensations and virginal area start to twinge and tingle. She blushed as she turned away and looked over at her cat as she then spoke, seeming unable to look at him.
"Looks like one hell of a good time. Bella, would never be one to do shit like that willingly. Perhaps drugging her, that would be fun. Can I do that part?" Callia continued thinking and thinking as he played the image. "How delightful she will feel. I bet she has never had anything up that pretty little cunt of hers." Callia laughed, though she had never had intercourse herself. She shrugged.
Callia looked at him and raised a brow." If torturing my sister would be fun and all, why the payment? I mean, you could just do it for me....and...Hmm...Maybe I will consider." She thought maybe a bargain. She was half joking and half trying to flirt. She found the dark energy that came off of him inviting, delicious, and she wanted a little more.

Posted by Calia Calder {Dark Witch}*OI*{Diablo's Doll} on Sat Nov 25, 2017, 23:11

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Sehzade Diablo Teboria (Lord of Terror) (OI)

 

Diablo could sense her unease which was common sense in many ways for even though she had chosen this location he could sense she did not hold complete sway here. As with all darkness there was always other forces that wanted a stake in what the others wish. His dark crimson eyes studied the young and alluring smile he gave a dark smile as he stepped into the home it was a beautiful in a dark kind of way,

"It is a beautiful place indeed and far more discreet." He looked deep in her eyes as he listened to her as she spoke her wish to have her sister broken. He chuckled,

"Breaking your sister could be a delight all of it's own.." He crossed the chamber to a crystal sphere on her one table tapping it with one taloned finger as he did so the cloudy sphere shifted blue then red and showed the image of her sister tied and naked her magic useless as she was held as a vision of a demon mounted and forcibly raped her near tearing her in two.

"What do you think..?" He smiled at her devilishly "I can break her and bind her if you so wish as to what I wish in return that is simple.. " He moved to the dark hared witch lifting her head.

"My price is two fold you will let me use her as I see fit for eternity.. secondly you will become mine..."

Posted by Sehzade Diablo Teboria (Lord of Terror) (OI) on Wed Nov 22, 2017, 22:11

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Calia Calder {Dark Witch}*OI*{Diablo's Doll}

 

Callia had grown up using dark magic. It was all she had known. Being outcasted and ridiculed because she was not like her sister, she was taken in by a dark witch who taught her everything she knew about curses, hexes and even a small amount of voodoo, though Callia was curiou about how voodoo worked, she had seen it work and she wouldn't tell anyone, but it scared her a bit. Too much power in harming another. Despite that, here she was, summoning the darkest Demon of all, to seek revenge, long lasting revenge, on her sister, The White Witch, Bella. Callia hoped she would find her sister well and in good health before she was to be broken. Ceratin thoughts made a maniacal laugh fill her chambers, the small space that it was. She ran outside as she heard thunder crash and lightening brightening uo the night.
She had waitied for what seemed like days, for Diablo to appear. It had only been a matter of minutes however. Callia smirked a smug little grin as she saw the pool of blood that poured from the trees. She starred in wonder and astonishment that her spell actually worked. She giggled and clapped herhands together as she watched the massive form materialize in front of her eyes. Callia remained calm and confident. She knew how the beastly demons were, She was sure he would ask her for her dark soul or somthing like that, she was willing to give anything to watch her sister be consumed by darkness. Anything.
Callia bit at her bottom lip as she watched Diablo form. She was very impressed with herself and he was a lot bigger than she would have thought. This made Callia more and more delighted, knowing her sister would never stand a chance against his terror and her dark magic. She always remembered, watching Bella in her small crystal ball. Watching how the white witch hardly knew her powers. She grinned and giggled a bit more, hoping Diablo didn't think that she was just a silly school girl, Callia knew exactly what she was doing. She shook her head as she did seem a bit, intimataded. Though Callia definetly tried to keep calm and confident as she lit a fireball in her hand and threw them to light the outside torches.
"Well, Its about time! Revenge isn't going to come on its own. I need your help, Diablo." She didn't seem flattered by his comment of her beauty. She merely bruched it off. She would have never thought about such things. She shook her head some as her giggle filled the air once more.
"You see...would you like to come inside? Its small, but...." She looked around in a paranoid fashion. "Sometimes the woods can not be trusted." She knew Bella relied solely on the energies of the elements and it was too windy and warm out to speak of her plans even in the secluded place.
As she wandered back to her little dwelling, she looked at him as she just dropped the whole bomb. She didn't want to waste anytime. "I need, your help, to torment my sister. I...I can help find her, though, I need your help to make sure the darkness consumes her and she had no light in her little soul. She makes me sick with all her good doings and she has scorned me. I was outcasted because of the imbalance in the womb. She is the reason for my suffering here." Callia could go on for days, saying how much she hated her sister, though she stopped.
"So, I guess, my favor of you, is simply make it so she breaks. I do not want her dead, I do not believe in such a waste of magoc. Simply....I want her to know that darkness will always....ALWAYS...consume the light. I want her beggin for mercy as she her little, magical, happy world is shattered and falls apart before her eyes. Can you help me, Diablo, Sir?"

Posted by Calia Calder {Dark Witch}*OI*{Diablo's Doll} on Fri Nov 17, 2017, 12:11

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Sehzade Diablo Teboria (Lord of Terror) (OI)

 

When it came to demons there were in fact many different types of demon and even when you got past the differences there were different levels of demon. Diablo was far beyond even the former Greater demons that had ruled the Nine Hells. He had a savage hunger and a twisted mind that loved to make his victims suffer their greatest most tormented nightmares.

For all his differences to other demons one thing could be counted upon was that a demon of any type or class could be summoned and convinced to make a deal.So it came to pass on yet another otherwise uneventful night that while he was sitting in his study he sensed the familiar tug of an ancient calling as someone pulled him to the mortal plane. Upon the mortal plane deep in the forbidden forest the young witch had worked the magic that had been so carefully hidden in the school's restricted section. Here in the most dark of places upon the school grounds a chill wind began to stir and sweep around the witch whispers echoing in her ears some telling her to run the others telling her not to leave the circle lest she lose her soul. The forbidding gloom of the forest began to darken as blood ran from the nearby trees and formed into a pool before her. The crimson pool bubbled and almost seemed to be boiling as a dark shape began to form in it's center. It would appear to be a vast muscular man with vast horns jutting from his head. As the blood trickled over the shape of naked muscle it hid nothing and left little to the imagination. Suddenly lightning slammed into the ground at the four cardinal points as the portal finished forming and where the demon had stood now a muscular man stood. His body thick with muscles and his tanned flesh littered with scars the testament of a warrior of ancient times.He was clothed in leather pants that clung to his muscular form yet his torso was bare save the strap that held the vast two handed sword upon his back. The ensemble was completed by a black crown that seemed to be fused to his very brow. Turning he opened his crimson eyes he expected some withered old mage or perhaps some foolish priestess of middle years yet the sight that greeted him in the circle of ancient symbols that denoted his summoner was a young girl perhaps ten or eleven at most.

His crimson eyes fell with intensity as he looked at the dark haired young witch. She was a curious one indeed she had power untapped within her that seemed to be dormant to the point she had no idea she even had it. She was tiny yet that only made the large demon smile he made a slight flourish of a bow and went to one knee before her,

"I inquire who would be braze or bold enough to summon I, Diablo of the pits of damnation." He left out calling her foolish some girls could be prickly thinking they are being insulted but swept his gaze over her body.

"A witch is it or a sorceress a young one at that and one that is pretty..If you have summoned I then I presume you wish to make a deal. Now is your chance to speak." He smiled lightly the book would have instructed that she claim to hold his contract and firmly make her deal clear to the demon.

"So what is it you want power, eternal youth.. you want someone to die...I can do many things speak your desire and I shall decide the..price."

Posted by Sehzade Diablo Teboria (Lord of Terror) (OI) on Wed Nov 15, 2017, 17:11

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Calia Calder {Dark Witch}*OI*{Diablo's Doll}

 


Callia had gathered everything she could to perform the ritual to raise the Dark lord of Terror. She grinned the whole time, skipping around as she was finally able to get her revenge. The Dark Witch was finally done and All Hallows Eve she would perform the task. She continued to think of Bella and laugh, a cackle that she had acquired from years of solitude. Cackling about how Bella would soon realize her perfect little world was actually a dark abyss and she would never see the light ever again. Callia got goose bumps as she thought about it.

She prepared the spell. Setting up her Alter like she had done many times before. This time, it had to e one hundred percent perfect. She was summoning a Demon she knew not much about. She would not admit, or show, how much she was scared. She remained confident it would all turn out ok, and that she would watch the good little witch suffer. Callia started to light the candles as she continued to stare at the spell book. The spell called for full concentration and she starred at the spell and the picture of Diablos, The Lord of Terror. She felt tingles thru her body as she knew she was in full control of the spell.

Callia started speaking in an ancient language. One from long ago that very few have heard. It was a dark growling language. As Callia chanted and cursed and brought together the energies needed to surround her as she called on this Demon. Her eyes turned black and she was successfully summoning Diablo. The flames of the candle started to rise and flicker. The smell of Copper filled the small room. She continued chanting louder and louder, yelling and shaking some. "Diablo….I summon thee….Please….Come to my aid. Please Diablo, I will do anything…" The only words that were understandable that came from Callia as she chanted and yelled.

Posted by Calia Calder {Dark Witch}*OI*{Diablo's Doll} on Tue Oct 31, 2017, 14:10

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Bella Calder {White Witch}*OI*

 

Bella had lived her life as it were a dream. She was raised by her mother and grandmother and remembered everything was perfect for her. Her magic flourished and became something more beautiful than anything. She was a gentle soul, shy, empathetic and everything you would find in a white, good witch. From her sunshine hair, to her sweet hum, she was truly beautiful enough to turn heads as she walked by anyone. Also, she was sweeter than the sugar cane you would find anywhere. Bella couldn't remember her deep past. She had always though she was the only girl born to Ariella Calder, a white witch in the Rose Coven. Bella would never think that her mother, nor her grandmother, would ever hide secrets from her. But she was soon to be proven wrong.

She had always felt like something was missing. Always knowing she wasn't complete for some reason, like a side or a part of her, was no where to be found. She struggled for years with this feeling, though able to push it aside and forget about it. She was completely unaware that she had a twin sister. The thought of such a thing never seemed to cross even the bright mind of Bella. Her mother never spoke of it, So Bell never would have pondered it. Bella continued to live her life, after her mother died, as a white witch with a specialty shop to sell remedies. She always took pride in her work and knowledge in the chemistries of some herbs. She helped a lot of people, though few knew where he store was.

Bella lived in a small house just outside the city. She walked to her store that was just a mile from her tiny home. As she returned home this evening, she sighed as she always does. Knowing something was still missing, after all these years. She was alone now and could show the signs of despair. She was a white witch, and always happy, though the wait of her internal intuitions bared down on her as she lit her healing candles, muttered a soft prayer to her goddesses, and poured herself a glass of wine. Sitting down in her large chair, she looked over to a cage where a white dove softly cooed to her. She smiles. "oh my dear sweet lily. You do know how to make me smile. Though, I am afraid it may only be pretend." Bella sighed and picked up another book from the side table and started to read. She would have no idea that her life would soon be turned upside down.

Posted by Bella Calder {White Witch}*OI* on Tue Oct 31, 2017, 14:10

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Calia Calder {Dark Witch}*OI*{Diablo's Doll}

 

Callia was a cold hearted witch. She had been since she learned the truth about where she came from and whom she was. She was frustrated and angered with grief and hate. She lived deep inside a wooded area where, most the vegetation around her homestead, were shriveled up, dried, black, dead plants and trees. Callia hadn't paid no mind to her surroundings, she didn't care whether the storm clouds seemed to always be directly over her little cottage. She was used to the darkness and being alone. Only once in her life did she have a dear old friend. Callia hissed at her black cat as she remembered, she had sacrificed her for a spell that backfired. She laughed as she plopped down on her wicker couch, gulping some honey ale from a bottle. Emptying it as she threw it into the fire.

Callia turned her eyes to the black cat familiar that she had taken in. He was good company. It seemed to stop Callia from going mad herself, though talking to a cat may not have been healthy at all anyways. The cat jumped up onto her lap. She ran her fingers thru the cats soft black fur, smiling as she heard and felt the cat purr and push into her hand. "Well, at least someone is happy. I….I can't stop thinking about my sister. I would feel it, if she was dead….She is my twin. There must be someway for me to curse her, but I don't know where to find her. Hmmm…" Callia sat there, taping her chin with her right pointer as she thought. Her eyes widened as she remembered an old book that her old lady friend once showed her, in the back and hidden behind other books. The old lady witch had told her that these spells weren't for the faint of heart. Only a true dark witch would be able to cast these dark curses, and, like all spells, could have consequences. Callia ran to grab the book. As she jumped off the couch, the cat landed perfectly on all fours on the dirty ground before her.

Callia tossed other book aside as she searched for the old dusty book. Pulling it out of its corner where it rested for many years. Callia couldn't believe she forgot about it after all these years. She started to flip thru the pages, laughing and giggling at some things she was seeing. "Diseases…spells for pox, plagues and disasters. Poison….all sorts of recipes. Ahh…demons. She looked at the cat who meowed at her. "Wouldn't that be fun for Bella. Ugh….she disgusts me." Callia walked over to a black onyx ball and as she gazed into it, she could see a white blonde haired witch, humming and going about making healing potions. Callia groaned. "Ugh, she can make any witch sick just watching her. " Callia sighed. She had been out casted from the family when she revealed how strong in the darkness she was. It wasn't her choice. She has learned to bottle any sadness or happiness. She didn't was to belong again, she wanted to hurt those who screwed her over so long ago.

Callia sat on the couch and read about the Demon, Diablo Teboria…. Lord of Terror. "Well, he seems like a scary fellow. Hmm, wonder if he could break the good bitch….ooops….I mean witch." She started laughing as the cat jumped up on her lap and meowed as she laughed louder. Thinking thoughts of her sister being trapped by one hell of a beast. She soon drifted away her thoughts. She for sure would go out and collect all the things she needed, if she didn't already have it. Callia jumped up from the couch and quickly got to work. Knowing that she will just corrupt her white sister. Make her bow down to the darkness and let it consume her as it had Callia. Hate, sadness, anger, frustration….Callia grinned as she wanted Bella crawling on the ground like a coward, crying and yelling, angry and broken.

Posted by Calia Calder {Dark Witch}*OI*{Diablo's Doll} on Tue Oct 31, 2017, 14:10

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