SerafinaF

Forever the shame of the magik academy. In a world where the supernatural flow of magik is as common as the air to breathe, she is talentless and hopelessly lacking in ability---that is until a Demon’s ancient text falls into her hands.

With the aid of a strange group of friends, they venture out attempting to decipher its contents.

Before they realize it, the world as they know it has begun to suffer from demonic assaults with death as the only release from the chaos. 

It’s a race against the clock and the sands of time are running out.

Can they decipher the forbidden secrets in time or will they be doomed to join the immortal army of perdition in the afterlife?

The Disabled Mage at the Topaz Academy of Magikal Arts

Practicing necromancy with Tory was something I never thought I would do with any competence.

First of all, I was a disabled thaumaturge with very little magikal energies within my body.

Secondly, I had never been exposed to necromancy before so all this was new information for me.

Thirdly, other than calling up Malafar to speak, I had never invoked or conjured up any other demonic being to speak of.

Unfortunately, one of the tasks of a necromancer was calling up spirits.  Since we were inside the magikally inert Andalusian castle, I had to take him outside to work the magik.

I sighed, remembering the last time I was taken out by Gabriel.  Now, since I was the Lady of the place, it was my turn to show my guest around.

I led Tory through the garden area towards the central part of the enormous underground conservatory and past the small pond.

Tory took in the sights, his eyes widening at the tranquility swimming pool.

Demonic Maelstrom