The Possession of Lucien Del Mont

        “ It is Done. Finally, after a decade of preparing and searching, I have finally come within reach of my goal,” he said softly as he looked lovingly down upon the circle of power he drew in blood. Symbols of demonic proportions marked each and every blank spot of the Necronomicon. He laughed manically as he looked down to the book that sat within his hands. A book made of human flesh, written in blood.  It was once written under demonic possession by a scholar of great knowledge. The Book of the Dead. The Necronomicon.

Lucien Del Mont, A nobleman in England , turned slowly to look across his items and objects needed for the ritual. The room was dark, lit by small candles that provided little light. A body was chained to the wall across from him. He stopped to admire his handy work before continuing his checklist. The body hung from hooked chains, fleshy chunks of skin missing. A mass of crimson gore, really. Nothing distinguishable of his features. Lucius enjoyed his work quite well. He found it relaxing to the mind.

Lucien. He was a tall man, but lanky. Long black hair adorned his head like a veil of darkness. Black dress clothes covered his body, but held stains of crimson. His hair slightly matted with blood and a little gore. He laughed again as he turned to the circle.

“ We Shall Begin now,” he said plainly.

He turned, grabbing a knife from the altar behind him. A beautiful dagger with a double edge. Black handle in a spiral. Perfect. He turned back to the circle and smiled slightly as he began to Incant the spell of summoning.

“ Demons, Whose assistance I require, behold the sign and the very hollowed god full of power. Obey the power of this, our pentagram. Go out of your hidden caves and dark places. Cease your agonizing positions in the great bowels of burning hell. Come in to this place of demonic pleasures and torment eternal. Be attentive to our orders and known to our demands. We command you with the mysterious names Elohe, Agla, Elohim, Adonay, and Gibort.

I call upon thee Belial, Lord of Lies, to aide me in my powers this hollowed eve, Come unto being upon the plains of physical flesh. Come, Belial, One of torment and anguish. Come vast in the Darkness we have here. Be summoned to this plain. Show me your greatness!”

The words seemed to echo through the great hall of his manor. Sounding deeper and darker then usual. Power seemed to enter. Energies of untold sins gathered into the circle before him. It seemed the room began to shake. A quake so intense his altar fell apart pushing all the items upon the floor. A bowl of blood spilling upon the floor. Lucius laughed happily. Almost demonically. He raised his hands to the air. Using the Knife to cut his hand open, he tossed some of the blood in to the circle to make the ritual complete. A darkness began to gather. Lightning arcing the empty sky outside. Voices. Agonizing voices of pain. Lucius could barely stay aloft in such sayings. The darkness formed up in to a figure. A figure exactly like Lucius. His blood provided the entrance in to this mortal plain. A deep sinister voice seemed to boom out from pursed lips.

“ Who dares to summon the Lord of Lies and keeper of souls. Who dare awaken me from my realm and bring me forth to the world of Man. My flesh is yearning to feel your blood. My ears for your screams. Who art thou who has summoned Me!”

“ I am Lucien Del Mont, Humble follower of the Darkness. I have summoned you to my plain, Demon Belial. I have summoned you to aide me with my power!”

The demon stood taller and smirked lightly. What Lucien didn’t see was that the blood that dropped was seeping slowly towards the circle. Belial saw the chance of a lifetime. He smirked walked a bit forward careful not to come near the edge of the circle. He spoke again.

“ Lucien Del Mont of the house Del Mont. Yes. I have heard of your deeds. Tastefully vicious mortal. I might enjoy eating your heart in Hell when the time comes.”

The blood finally hit the circle altering the spell and opening a small rift in the protective power of the circle. Belial noticed this. Lucien didn’t. Soon enough his hand reached out of the circle grabbing Lucius around the neck. With ease he pulled the mortal within the circle. He pulled him close to his face. Almost like a mirror.

“ Maybe I will eat it now, mortal.” He laughed heavily as he tossed him across the room into a table.

“ but not until you suffer well enough to please me.”

He let his mind fall out. Lucien soon was backing up in horror looking around at nothing yet everything. His mind reeled as images of tortured souls entered it. Monsters of amazing size and horror seemed to appear around him in hallucination. He watched as he himself was tortured. All the pain of a thousand years pushed into his body at once. Then again, and again. Belial only laughed as he watched, walking towards him. He reached him as the true Lucien was screaming for mercy. Pain racking his mind, making his body feel it. Belial walked forth, picking him up off the ground as he looked in to horror filled eyes, like that of a scared forest animal. He giggled softly as he pulled him close again.

“ There is much more pain to be felt mortal. Much more pleasures that you will grow to love and ask for freely. Your screams will be legendary. Your pain immortal and eternal. Welcome to your new hell.”

With that Belial in Lucien form seemed to disappear. The true Lucien dropped to the floor, still screaming. He held his head, shaking it wildly. Gods, what has he done. He couldn’t even speak. He felt the demonic presence in his mind. Tearing him apart. He felt death rising. But nay. He would bare witness to all the horrors this demon will do. Every painful slice of flesh and every sorrow filled scream will be enhanced a thousand times to him. He lost his mind, but gained another. Not his own. Never his own. He was not Lucien anymore. He was Belial now. He was the demon. A slow smile crossed his lips as he used blood soaked hands to feel his new flesh. His mortal skin. Such pains could be experienced. Such pleasures could be seen. He was in the world of man now. And Humanity shall shake in fear and cower in agony. He smiled larger now, as he slowly stood up. Lucius was Belial, and Belial was Lucius. One would watch. The other would cause such divine torture.

“Indeed. Welcome to you’re new hell,” said Belial/Lucien, as he slowly walked out of the room.