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we-shall-remain · 6 years ago

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The Young King and the Golden Demon

Fifteen, he was fifteen when they made him king. His father, David, had grown old and was dying and he had named Solomon his heir, even though his son was neither the oldest nor the most experienced.

However, Solomon was wise and as he was crowned king, he understood why his father had wept and clung to Abishag in his final days.

The House of David was pulling itself apart at the seams.

Solomon's siblings were like jackals. Half of them wanted to assassinate him and the other half wanted to kiss up to him, each of them jockeying for position in the new order. Even Solomon's mother, Bathsheba, sat like a Persian cat upon a cushion, horribly smug and proud of herself for twisting David's heart to make her son king.

Solomon, young, wise Solomon, would try to do right by his father and become a king that upheld Israel and Judah. However, he decided early on that he needed help, someone he could trust that wasn't so self serving. Someone powerful.

For even in his extended family there was corruption, his uncles and cousins, everyone each out for themselves, and it both sickened and sadden the young man. Thus, he set out to make the change his father had wished for but couldn't, not with his waning strength.

So, the young mage king sat within his focus circle and triangle, his summoning circle etched in front of him as he stretched out his hand. He needed someone to be on his side, to protect him and all those he truly cared for, to give him advice when he thought himself in circles.

He needed a warrior, a servant, but most importantly, he needed a friend.

So he began, the circle, the triangle, the hexagram, pentagram, his ring, his vessel and his seal.

He spoke thus:

“Thee I invoke, the Bornless one.

Thee, that didst create the Earth and the Heavens,

Thee, that didst create the Night and the day.

Thee, that didst create the darkness and the Light.

Thou art Osorronophris,

Whom no man hath seen at any time.

Thou art Iabas,

Thou art Hipos,

Thou hast distinguished between the just and the unjust.

Thou didst make the female and the male.

Thou didst produce the seed and the fruit?

Thou didst form men to love one another, and to hate one another.

I am Solomon Thy Prophet, unto Whom Thou didst commit Thy Mysteries, the Ceremonies of Jahveh:

Thou didst produce the moist and the dry, and that which nourisheth all created Life.

Hear Thou Me, for I am the Angel of Apophrasz,

Osor-Ronophris: this is Thy True Name, handed down to the Prophets of Israel and Judah

Hear Me, Thiao, Reibet Atheleberseth, Blatha, Abeu, Eben.

Phi, Chitasoe, Ib, Thiao.

Hear Me, and make all Spirits subject unto Me:

so that every Spirit of the Firmament and of the Ether:

upon the Earth and under the Earth,

on dry Land and in the Water,

of Whirling Air, and of rushing Fire,

and every Spell and Scourge of God may be obedient unto Me.

I invoke Thee, the Terrible and Invisible God,

Who dwellest in the Void Place of the Spirit,

Arogogorobrao, Sochou, Modorio, Phalarchao,

The Bornless One: Hear Me

Hear Me Thahebyobeeatan, Auramoth, Roubriao, Mariodam, Tholeth, Abrasax, Balbnabaoth, Assalonai, Aphniao, Aeooii, Ischure, Mighty and Bornless One!

I invoke Thee Thahaaotahe. Barraio, Ioel, Kotha, Athorebalo, Abraoth:

Hear me! Aoth, Abaoth, Basum, lsak, Sabaoth, Lao,

This is the Lord of the Gods,

This is the Lord of the Universe,

This is He Whom the Winds fear.

This is He, Who having made Voice by His Commandment, is Lord of All Things; King, Ruler and Helper.

I am He! the Bornless Spirit!

Having sight in the Feet: Strong, and the Immortal Fire!

I am He! the Truth!

I am He! Who hate that evil should be wrought in the World!

I am He, that lighteneth and thundereth.

I am He, from whom is the Shower of the Life of Earth:

I am He, whose mouth ever flameth:

I am He, the Begetter and Manifester unto the Light:

I am He; the Grace of the World:

"The Heart Girt with a Serpent" is My Name!

Come Thou forth, and follow Me: and make all Spirits subject unto Me so that every Spirit of the Firmament, and of the Ether:

upon the Earth and under the Earth:

on dry land, or in the Water:

of whirling Air or of rushing Fire:

and every Spell and Scourge of God, may be obedient unto me!

Such are the Words!

Come! Goetia!”

As he spoke, his circle had begun to glow a bright crystalline light, growing brighter and brighter as something began to form in it's center; both liquid and light and golden. As he finished, calling forth the final name, it was as if the bubble of light and water popped, the shine dimming until what appeared to be a sunbeam hovered there, glowing in the quiet room.

It had no form, but Solomon knew when it looked at him and suddenly, it spoke into his mind; 72 different voices and thoughts and feelings bombarding the young mage with a single question.

“Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? who are You? who Are you? who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? u? Who are-are you? whoYou? w Are you? u? Who are you? Who are you? who are You? who Are youu? Who are you? Who are you? who are You? who Are you?”

Solomon gasped and clammed his hands over his ears because it was to much, to many at once, he felt that he would go mad, tears filling his eyes from the sudden pain.

“Stop! Stop! Please, I call f-for silence! Please!”

The voices stopped instantly, snuffed out like a candle flame. They were silent for a moment, watching, and then one voice came forth; a joined consciousness that the young mage could know them by. It was a gentle, young voice of a man, close to Solomon in age, curious and soft as a butterfly wing.

“Who are you, master?” Goetia asked.

Solomon sat up carefully from where he'd fallen instinctively, slowly lowering his hands from his ears at that single; beautiful voice.

“I am Solomon,” he replied, “Son of David, son of Jesse. I am... King of Israel and Judah.”

“King?” the voice came and Solomon could imagine the being tilting his head, “You are young for a king, although not the youngest we've seen. Why have you brought us to you, King Solomon?”

Solomon hesitated for a second, for he was speaking with demons, spirits, and they could be tricky at times and vicious at the worst times but, he had needed someone to trust so...

“As... as you say, I am young for a king,” he began, “My father just recently passed away and I... I am afraid. I need someone to rely on, someone I can trust to protect me and...”

“Do you wish for someone to love, young king Solomon?” Goetia asked, and Solomon blushed, a soft pink upon his cheeks as he averted his eyes although it was clear that the answer was yes.

“Very well,” the sunbeam said, “We have never been summoned all at once before, you are an exceptionally strong mage, but we shall do our best to create a form that is pleasing to your eyes. Be still, please.”

So the king watched as the sunlight form reflected and refracted, deciding on how it should look and what went where. Eventually, a young man of 15 years stood before Solomon, a man with long golden hair and tan skin, handsome and fine in face and body, with warm carmine colored eyes. He had all the necessary parts too; eyes, nose, mouth, neck and shoulders, arms, belly, legs and...

Solomon stared, his blush rising even pinker and hotter then before because Goetia was completely and utterly naked! The young king squeaked and clamped his hands over his eyes this time, incredibly embarrassed and Goetia tilted his head to the side, confused.

“What is wrong?” he asked, curious, “Does this form not please you?”

Solomon sputtered, his hands still over his eyes.

“No, no, you're gorgeous! I mean its gorgeous! I mean, oh gosh...” he said, wilting with bashfulness and so shy. Goetia didn't seem to understand, for while his parts were as old as spirit itself, Goetia himself as a consciousness was new and young. Thus, he crouched in front of his master and reached forth to take Solomon's wrists in his warm hands, guide them away from the young king's eyes.

“Have no fear, master,” Goetia replied, lifting Solomon's hands to press reverent kisses to his ringed fingers, “We are as you wish us to be, thus we shall protect you, consul you, support you and love you as you have instructed. We are yours, now and forever.”

This did nothing to ease the pinkness of the king's face but he did feel relieved, his heart warmed a little as he threaded his fingers through Goetia's gently.

“Good,” he said softly, his smile light, “Let us get to work then.”

And Goetia nodded.

#Twisted Protector: Goetia ic #King of Mages: Solomon ic #David

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