ayumi could admit it: she'd made a fair share of mistakes in her life so far. some were small enough to not even bother mentioning or really thinking about for very long, mostly related to school if she was honest. from a young age, she had been taught that mistakes in her craft could prove to have reactions ranging from minor to deadly. born into a covenant of witches, ayumi had been practicing magic ever since she could read the spells. her family, if she counted the entire current family tree, mostly consisted of modern day herbalists and diviners, but there were some, primarily in her immediate family, that went beyond such things. hinoe, her sister and the best witch she had ever seen in ayumi's opinion, was one of those people. hinoe was ayumi's inspiration and her main teacher ever since she was little.
though ayumi was plenty versed in witchcraft, blood magic was something she had always wanted to try at least once, but she didn't want to perform it close enough to her sister that she'd know ayumi was doing it. there was a stigma to blood magic in the community, something even hinoe rarely practiced. but ayumi knew from experiences with hinoe that blood magic could be used for good, and that was mainly why ayumi wished to learn about the more positive aspects of it and try it out for herself. she even waited until was completely settled into her rented apartment, making sure none of her family were the type to drop in on her unexpectedly. her family were very close-knit, so much so she had worried she wouldn't have much room to breathe after moving out. she half expected constant visits, and was fairly surprised when the most she had gotten so far was plenty of phone calls. with the worry about her family pushed aside momentarily, ayumi just needed the right opportunity. her schedule was fairly consistent, what with classes and work taking up a good chunk of her time. she had waited, however tortuously, for the right moment to test out something she'd been interested in ever since she first found out about her lineage.
tonight was it, she decided. tonight was the best night she was going to get to try it out. she drew a circle with chalk in the middle of her bedroom floor, a five pointed star contained within the circle. she placed lit candles at the star points, and grabbed the knife she kept hidden in her closet before turning out her bedroom light. ayumi hesitated for a moment, blade cold against her right hand, already wincing internally in preparation for the pain. she sliced open her palm as quickly as she could, tears welling up in her eyes at the sting. her arm shaking, she stretched it out over the circle, her palm facing downward toward the floor. her blood made contact with the circle; it would be gone by the time her spell was complete. she stepped back and took a breath to calm her nerves before beginning to recite the incantation she wanted, a basic conjuring spell. the circle flashed briefly, flickering like a bulb about to go out, before brightening into a solid white light, just enough to cast a misty glow throughout her room. she closed her eyes, thinking of the object she wanted to conjure, infusing her magic into her thoughts. she wondered, for just a few seconds, if she was doing this right, if she was going to mess up horribly somehow, when the light finally dimmed and she opened her eyes, feeling the magic she used slipping away in the air. her eyes widened once she saw what her circle had birthed, her pupils dilating almost immediately. the knife in her hand fell to the floor with a thud.
whatever it was that had come from her circle - perhaps some kind of demon? hinoe did mention something like that, but the information evaded ayumi at the moment, her mind practically blank - was taller than her. much taller than her. most people usually were as she stood barely under five feet, but this thing looked massive from her perspective. the room mostly dark now, the candles having gone out with the completion of her spell. she wasn't sure if her fear was making her see things differently or not, but there was still something standing in her room, something she could feel dark energy from as if it were a tingle in the tips of her fingers. had she really messed up this time? had she really summoned some kind of demon? was it going to kill her now? her entire situation sounded like some badly written manga ayumi would never read. curious college girl on her own who's also secretly a witch gets too curious and accidentally summons a demon. oh, she should have listened to hinoe's warnings about blood magic.
a yell bubbled up in her throat, her mouth opening to let it out, but she found herself pinned to her bedroom wall before it could escape, her wrists trapped above her head. red eyes now level with her own stared at her, the pupils thin like a cat's. the demon leaned up then, licking at the blood still leaking from her palm. a gasp sucked its way through her teeth. the books she'd read said something about blood magic that flashed in her mind with the feeling of the demon's tongue on her hand. no matter what spell you performed with your blood, something like a pact, a bond, was made, most often with whatever you had conjured from your circle so your power could strengthen it. the thought of something thirsting for her blood make her sick. the possibility of her life being taken, if only for her blood, shot up by percents she didn't have time to calculate. she was beyond frightened, her heart pounding so hard and fast she could hear it in her ears. the demon's mouth was hot on her hand, its tongue wet and smooth. it made her fingers flinch.
she wriggled against the wall, against the demon who had her pinned, but to little avail. ayumi was hardly physically impressive. on top of being very short for her age, she wasn't particularly very active, her muscle mass probably accurate for her size regardless. there was a limit to her body as it was without even throwing her anemia into the mix. needless to say, she was helpless in the entity's grasp, too weak to break its hold on her wrists. if fear hadn't already rendered her incapable of reacting, her own body wouldn't have been much help either. curse her small body! curse the fear festering itself inside her chest!