i summoned sukkubus. That evening i read
a novel about vampires wriiten by some obscure scandinavian writter. The author of the book claimed that all occult formulas in the book were authentic. In order to summon sukkubus you have to ( claims the writter) pronounce some abrakadabra.
For joke sake i did. Very soon i felt sleepy . I had put away the book and soon after fell asleep , though actualy i dont remember the moment when i started to fall asleep. But i remember that then i found myself sitting in my bed. The window in my room was wide open and wind blew inside. The moon was gibbous and its seize was larger than ive ever seen in my life. I had rubbed my eyes and looked into the dark square of my open window. There was movement in the air beside the disk of radiant golden moon.
I saw clearly flying figures in the nocturnal winter air. I could discern tiny ghastly female figures with long dragon tales and wings. They whirled like autumnal leaves
in a wind as if selebrating some extatical rite. I felt unease because of utter strangeness of what i experisnced.
Soon these figures started to fly into my direction , considerably enlarging in seize as threy flew nearer and nearer. I could see pale beaustifull faces with wry wicked smiles on black lips, with ophidian long fangs and demonic sparks in their eyes.
They were here in my room ... in my bed rather ....But i with protested gesture pushed them aside crying " At last i found some peace in my solutude after years of bitter alienage when you appeared to burn the hellish fire of insatiable passion anew for the sake of everlasting torment of my soul.Bigon hellish creatures! There is no place for a fire of youth burning in veins of dissapointed and broken man like me!"
They vanished, evaporated as steam of colorfull dream wich they actualy were. And i found myself alone, awakened in a bitter pale winter morning. The window was open. And dry leaves whirled in the air...
a novel about vampires wriiten by some obscure scandinavian writter. The author of the book claimed that all occult formulas in the book were authentic. In order to summon sukkubus you have to ( claims the writter) pronounce some abrakadabra.
For joke sake i did. Very soon i felt sleepy . I had put away the book and soon after fell asleep , though actualy i dont remember the moment when i started to fall asleep. But i remember that then i found myself sitting in my bed. The window in my room was wide open and wind blew inside. The moon was gibbous and its seize was larger than ive ever seen in my life. I had rubbed my eyes and looked into the dark square of my open window. There was movement in the air beside the disk of radiant golden moon.
I saw clearly flying figures in the nocturnal winter air. I could discern tiny ghastly female figures with long dragon tales and wings. They whirled like autumnal leaves
in a wind as if selebrating some extatical rite. I felt unease because of utter strangeness of what i experisnced.
Soon these figures started to fly into my direction , considerably enlarging in seize as threy flew nearer and nearer. I could see pale beaustifull faces with wry wicked smiles on black lips, with ophidian long fangs and demonic sparks in their eyes.
They were here in my room ... in my bed rather ....But i with protested gesture pushed them aside crying " At last i found some peace in my solutude after years of bitter alienage when you appeared to burn the hellish fire of insatiable passion anew for the sake of everlasting torment of my soul.Bigon hellish creatures! There is no place for a fire of youth burning in veins of dissapointed and broken man like me!"
They vanished, evaporated as steam of colorfull dream wich they actualy were. And i found myself alone, awakened in a bitter pale winter morning. The window was open. And dry leaves whirled in the air...
