Hell of a time...

Harry almost falls over backwards as he locks eyes with whatever creature he'd summoned. But somehow manages to maintain his footing. Fear locks his body in place as he continues to stare at the yellow eyes, wondering if his death would be painful or not...

Eventually, after discovering that the creature didn't intend to move, he decides to conjure a flame to illuminate the room. It'd been long enough that the ritual had likely finished, so he wasn't all that wary of disturbing it now.

The flame bursts to life in his hand and he's finally able to see what he'd summoned... Hmm, perhaps focussing on 'love' wasn't the best idea after all? Despite his intentions, love and companionship could be interpreted in a number of ways... Resulting in... This...

Before him was an absolutely gorgeous woman who was floating off of the ground via the large bat wings on her back. Her skin was grey, and she had large goat horns on her head that parted her silky black hair almost sinfully beautiful fashion... She had large breasts and an almost unnaturally thin waist with wide hips... The only thing that could possibly draw attention away from just how ridiculously beautiful she was is her legs, which seem to be furry black goat legs, hoofs and all.

He swallows his saliva and isn't able to formulate a sentence, even her clothing looked designed to evoke a response his body shouldn't be able to give yet. Despite the fact he'd not yet entered puberty, the woman before him seemed to imbue strange feelings within himself... Of course, he knows what this creature was, as it was one of the most well-known demons in fantasy, mythology, and most other sources... A Succubus.

Seeing his unaltering stare, the woman smiles, her gorgeous lips widening and showing her pristine white teeth underneath... "OOoohh, master? Don't you think you're a little young for... This?" she says, gesturing towards her body.

Harry quickly shakes his head to compose himself, only causing the Succubi to grin more. "I... I have summoned you... Do you know why?" he tentatively asks, hoping the Succubi would have knowledge on what he seeks, and is also restrained by his countermeasures.

"Oh, yes. I could feel your desire for love from my own realm. But did you have to be so rough? I hardly had time to prepare myself before being pulled here." she says.

...

"And... Are you loyal to me?" he asks, gripping his hands tightly while thinking through the various magics he could use to protect himself...

"I..." she pauses, seemingly trying to place her feelings.

...

"I am, my little master... Quite the ritual you have conducted. I must say, for your age? I'm impressed." she praises, slowly floating towards him, swaying her hips despite her ability to fly. "I am curious of one thing though..."

"And what might that be?" Harry asks, getting some of his confidence back after confirming her loyalty towards him.

"How... Are you still in possession of your soul?" she asks, causing him to frown.

"What do you mean?"

She floats next to him, slowly circling around his body and seemingly examining him all over, "I mean, how are you able to summon one such as myself and keep your soul at the same time?"

Harry isn't really sure how to reply, he remembers attempting to sell his soul during the ritual to sacrifice his relatives, but he distinctly remembered fending off the abyssal hand making a grab for it... Unless the hand belonged to her, how would she know about it? "I'm sorry but, I'm still lost as to what you mean..."

She scoffs, "You really do not know, do you?... I would have thought that one such as yourself, a prodigy in this art, would have known about the consequences of practising it..."

"Can you stop playing riddles and just tell me?" Harry asks with a small pout that he hadn't noticed himself give.

The succubus floats closer and presses her breasts against his chest, gripping each of his arms to hold him in place, "To practise demonic arts and summon the power from other realms... You must trade your soul. I remember only one human of this realm taking the deal and somehow retrieving their soul afterwards, must've been centuries by now?" she questions, seeming unsure about the time of which it occurred.

"Who was it?" Harry asks, slightly excited to hear about people similar to him.

She shrugs, "I don't know if you would know his name... Emrys I think it was? Myrddin Emrys." she says.

...

Harry thinks over the name for a moment before his eyes widen, "Myrddin!? Isn't that Merlin's true name?" he loudly questions, surprise clear in his voice.

"Hoooh? So you do know him... He was smart, too smart for his own good. Made many enemies, especially after stealing his soul back. I remember one of my older sisters being sent to deal with him as a result." she hums, as she recollects about her past.

"What was your sister's name?" Harry asks, wondering if they were also someone significant to history.

"It's not up to me to reveal her true name, but then name she used amongst this realm was Morgan le Fay. I think she took it up after infiltration the local Fae."

Harry raises a brow as the succubus mention her sisters 'true name'. From what he'd read, True Names would give someone power over another being. The most affected would supposedly be demons, so it makes sense. He looks at her, "What's your name?"

The succubus smiles, "You can call me whatever you wish, little master. My body and soul is currently yours to do with as your heart desires." she says, running her hands across her curves sensually

Harry smile and shakes his head, "Since you won't give me a name, I'll ask again... What is your True Name." he says, causing the Succubus to lose her smile.

"Woe is me, give my little master an inch and he takes a mile!" she complains dramatically, holding her hand against her forehead as if she was faint.

...

Harry doesn't say anything and just continues to look at the succubus. She pouts and crosses her arms, only accentuating her large breasts. "Fine. Be like that... My name is Kalimathras, I would appreciate if you didn't spread it, otherwise, my life may be in peril. Something my mother would not appreciate." she emphasizes.