Mark Exorcises His Demons

by Wolphin
(Based on an image by Ian Williams)

Mark looked down at the ancient book in his hands, then up at 

"Thanks man," said Mark.

"You think it will work?" asked William.

"Of course it will," boasted Mark.  "What do you expect.  And I 
mean, if it doesn't I get to feel like fool, but only you and I
will know."

William smirked.

"True," he replied.  "Well, if it works, don't forget you owe me 
big.  I expect you to replay me with those wishes."

Mark bowed.

"You wish is my command," he replied with a grin.

The two youths reached the fork in the road, waved to each other 
and headed their separate ways.  For William it was back to the 
studio to finish off a commission.  For Mark it was back to his 
place to try and summon a demon.

Mark laughed to himself as he thought it over.  He certainly had a 
strange hobby.  Other people his age were into cars, computers, 
sports.  He was into the occult.  He had never been a big fan of 
ritual sacrifices and all that, but he found it interesting all 
the same.  When he discovered that William's Uncle had a copy of 
an ancient text he had done his best have a look at it.  

Eventually William had succumbed and taken Mark over to the house 
just to get Mark to stop bothering him.  Mark had loved the book 
and seemed fascinated by a spell which was suppose to summon 
demons.  This was something he had to try.  It took a lot more 
begging and grovelling, but eventually William had agreed to 
borrow the book from his Uncle on Mark's behalf.

William had just handed the book over and Mark was going to try 
it out tonight.  There was one minor catch.  When Mark had read 
the spell it had said that the giver of the spell must be granted 
three wishes in thanks.  It had something to do with "the Rules." 
Mark was unsure what exactly this meant, but he was not going to 
stuff it up because of something so trivial.  So he had also 
persuaded William to write down his three wishes which were now 
safely tucked away in an envelope inside the front cover.

Reaching his house he checked to make sure no-one else was home.  
The other two guys he shared with had said they were going camping 
for the weekend, so they would not be back for a while.  Dropping 
his bags on the floor, he removed the book and made his way to his

Standing at his work bench he opened the book and quickly found 
the spell.  It was written in Latin, but he could read it, albeit 
slowly.  For the umpteenth time he wondered why he was doing this.  
After all, they was only words.  What could words possibly do?  
Feeling like a bit of a fool he carefully read the instructions 
and mentally translated them into English.  

"Formation of a Demon into a mortal body" was the best translation 
of the title he could come up with.  Basically the instructions 
were pretty simple.  Read the spell.  Once, from top to bottom then 
wait and the demon will appear.  Being such an expert on the 
occult Mark knew that since he summoned the demon he would have 
complete control over it.  It was quite simple really.

Moving down the page he murmured the words, his lips practising 
the unfamiliar sounds.  Once he had thought he had got all the 
kinks out he took a deep breath and began.  Concentrating on the 
page, his lips made their over the words, careful not to 
mispronounce or stumble on the strange syllables.  He was so 
focused he was not even aware of reaching the end of the 
page until he noticed his lips were not moving.

Hardly daring to look up, he slowly turned around.

What he saw gave him the shock of his life.  Hovering in the 
middle of the room was a strange glowing orb.  Misty white 
tendrils seemed to float off the sides to dissolve into nothing.  
Now he was in uncertain territory, nothing had told him about what to 
do once you actually summoned a demon.

Gathering his courage, his lips moved but nothing came out.

"G.. Grr... Greetings," he finally managed to stammer after a few 

The orb continued to hover impassionately before him.

"I... I have sss.. summoned you?" he tried again with a noticeable 
quaver in his voice.

<<That you have>> boomed a voice suddenly inside his head.  The 
globe pulsing brightly as his skull almost rattled from the sudden 

He jumped and let out a yelp of surprise.

<<You have summoned me to grant your desires>> said the voice again.  

Mark nodded quickly.

The orb slowly moved closer.

<<And you have used a mortal spell of summoning too>> said the 
voice with a hint of mirth to it.  <<An interesting choice, but I 
will abide by it.>>

The words of the orb sunk in and Mark suddenly found himself 
smiling.  It worked, he was going to get a demon of his very own.  
That was when he noticed the orb moving closer.

Instinctively taking a step back, Mark found himself pushed 
against his bench as the orb moved in.  Its tendrils lightly 
caressing his exposed skin, tingling as they did so.  Suddenly, 
with no warning, the glowing globe came at him.  He held up his 
hand in defence, but it passed straight through it and buried 
itself in his chest.

He could feel it inside him.  Cold, making his body numb.  A 
tingling feeling began to spread over his skin and he looked 
down.  There was not a mark on his shirt, but he suddenly became 
aware of his chest growing.  Expanding to press against his shirt.

Turning in panic, he felt the chilling numbness spread down his 
body.  He tried to take a step for the door, but stumbled and 
almost tripped on something.  Looking down, he watched his left 
shoe stretch, then rip as his foot changed inside it.  The leather 
disintegrated and he let out a scream as he toes formed into a 
cloven hoof.  His foot continued to change, lengthening as his 
calf shrunk, ripping his trousers.  The tendons within it writhing 
under rapidly hardening skin.

There was a tearing down behind him and he looked over his 
shoulder in time to see a diamond tipped tail snake into view 
behind him.  As scales formed along its length, his other leg 
buckled.  Skittering around to keep his balance, Mark flicked out 
of his useless shoe onto two new hooves.  His body unsteady on his
new legs.  

His attention was returned to his chest by the sounds of buttons 
popping.  What remained of his shirt was quickly shredded by his 
reshaped torso and deep red scales which rushed over it.  
Reaching towards the book with a hand he let out another scream as 
his fingers began to lengthen, extending into talons.  Then 
webbing began to appear along the underside of each arm.  A thin 
leathery membrane spreading from finger to finger, then back to 
his arm and finally across to his back.  Mark realised they looked 
very similar to a pair of bats wings and let out a moan.  

The change continued up his heck, stretching his mouth and nose 
into a muzzle which filled with sharpened fangs.  His hair 
thickened, fading to a vibrant red before spreading down his back 
in a mane.  As white spiral horns corkscrewed from his head.  
Finally his eyes closed, his iris's changed to a uniform glowing 
yellow before they opened again.

Mark spread his wings and looked in the mirror as his body 
twitched under him.  It was then he noticed the reason for the 
swelling in his chest.  Standing proudly before him were what 
could only be described as breasts.  In panic his eyes travelled 
down further and he let out a mental groan at what he saw.  The 
red scales of his belly simply smoothly continued between his 
legs.  No sign of a sheath or anything.

Hissing in anger he glared at the mirror, then jumped back as it 
suddenly shattered.  

"Ok," he though.  "I'm a demon... a flaming female demon..."

He paused.

"But at least I should be able to have some fun," he added to himself.

There was a giggle seemingly inside his mind.

<<You had no idea, did you,>> said a familiar, but now 
recognisably female voice.

"Whasss?" Mark tried to say with his forked tongue.

<<You thought you could stay in this world?>>  said the voice 
again.  <<You really were dreaming, oh well, lets get it over 

The envelope with William's wishes in it slid out from under the 
cover of the book.  The paper on the outside charring away leaving 
the single piece of writing paper suspended in mid air.  

Mark wrapped her wings around herself as the demoness he had 
joined with granted each one, laughing a little at the final wish.  
That completed, Mark turned towards the centre of the room.  There 
was a pin prick of light which expanded to a swirling hole, into 
which the creature headed.  Mark let out a howl of fury as the 
demoness guided him in and the hole slowly closed on itself. 
Leaving only a few shredded pieces of clothing and some scorched 
hoof prints in the floor.


Back at his studio William was working hard when there was a knock 
on the door.  Idly wondering who it could be he put down his tools 
and opened it.  On the other side there was a man dressed in a 
blue suit.

"Mr William?" said the man.  

"Just William," he replied.  "That's me."

The man nodded and handed over an envelope.  

"Congratulations Sir," he said politely.  "You were the only 
winner in last week's lottery.  This is your cheque for three 
hundred million dollars."

William took the envelope a little stunned and without another 
word the man turned and left.  Fingering the letter, William went 
to close the door when it was suddenly pushed open.  On the other 
side stood three of the most beautiful girls William had ever 

The smiled at him and waved from their bikinis.  William's jaw 
almost hitting the floor.

"What is happening?" he thought.

Then he remembered Mark, the book and the wishes.

Money... Women... And oh no...

William had almost made it to the door of the studio.  The place 
where his lifelong fascination with eagles became his profession.  
Reaching out for the door he let out a high pitched scream as his 
fingers began to lengthen into feathers...