"All I ask is that you don't break anything when you do." She says calmly. "Now then, who wants a room on their own, who wants a bunk mate and who wants to stay with me?"
"Wait." Felicia says before they all turn and huddle together.
About five minutes later, they break the huddle.
"Okay... We've decided that the newbies so be staying by themselves, Khorvis and Ash are rooming together, I will be rooming alone, and Jolen and Namira will be staying with you." She says.
"Oh yeah by the way. Remember that other demon at your village. He plans to take all of your friends as slaves and sell them to whoever." Gaknar says as he puts Lorian and Irian down and stands up stretching and changing his body back to its original form.
She blinks, obviously surprised by their sudden planning. So your five will take your own room, Khorvis and Ash have a room. You will take your own room while Jolen and Namira want to stay with me? I am fine with this for the most part... but I wish you would stay as well dear." She winks at Felicia "I will allow it all the same though. Ah... but I need to have a word with You and Jolen... so would everyone else kindly give us a few minutes? Maybe go check out the pool?"
"Alright gang! Let's head out and leave them to their orgy!" Khorvis says loudly, already turning to head for the door.
"Is your mind always in the gutter?" Syresh asks.
"Most of the time." Karline mutters.
The rest of the conversation filters out as they walk away.
"Sooo... What happened?" Jolen asks, looking at Phorsaal expectantly.
She smiles at Felicia and Jolen "So... as you two could probably guess, my name has been floating around the city recently and I feel my reputation has gone up a fair amount over time. So I feel it is time to spread out beyond just hell." She look at them both "So on that note... I would ask a favor of you both as I have come to trust you two. Would you two be willing to go back to your respective dimensions and spread my name along with a means to summon me?"
"You wouldn't be dragging them down to hell... you would be putting the option out there, but I respect your choice Felicia." She nods to the door "You may be excused, but send Khorvis back up please."
"I wouldn't do that if I were you m friend. The demon that's still at your village is a much more problematic than I am. You see hell most likely put a hole through your chest, and your mate would most likely not appreciate that." Gaknar says as he grads onto Ragnar's shoulder shaking his head.
"Not to worry, they will all be soul slaves... which means they can be molded, changed and messed with freely. Now then. a key factor to this is having a ritual bound to me... so when this ritual is done, I get a ping that tells me someone is calling and where they are. So I thought about it a bit... how does "The Gazing Skull ritual" sound? Based off my brand of course."
"Wha-? But... I'm supposed to defend the village! That's my job as chief hunter!" He snarls.
"Ah. Right. Okay. Umm... The name depends on what the ritual involves. Does it involve staring into a skull with two tiny candles in its eyes? Does it have to be human? I need details!" Khorvis says.
"I was just starting at the name..." She mutters "I am thinking a skull, any skull will do so long as it has defined eye sockets. Two bright candles light inside the sockets. a circle of Sulfar around the skull. Gaze into the eyes and chant "In her gaze, we call her name, Ul'garn! By her grace, we make our plea, Ul'garn! To her mercy, we lend our souls, Ul'garn!" how does that sound? Ritualistic enough?"
"I'm pretty sure they need some essence of the summoner too..." Khorvis says, rubbing his chin. "From what I've heard and seen, they usually require blood, semen, or... Desire. Stuff like that."
"And how many hours have gone by. The most I believe you could no is get killed. Unless I go with you and take as many as we can back here to be sold any way or givin to another village." Gaknar says rubbing his neck as he thinks.
"Now I'm imagining a nerd jerking off a horse!" Khorvis says, laughing.
"Umm... There aren't any horses in my world, Phorsaal..." Jolen says, rubbing the back of her neck.
"Fine, fine. I'll help but since I'm a demon I want something in return. Either you and Niska agree to become my slaves or I take three of your villages best females. Also if you happen to die to the demon. I'll make sure Niska is well taken care of. Deal?" He says very seriously looking Ragnar right in the eyes and putting a hand out.
"Aww, that takes a bit away from it... any cum will do then, I don't much care for blood rituals. Though Khorvis, spread a rumor that horse cum works better or something" She says with a snicker "Now then, do you both understand what I am asking? Know what to do?"
"We'll become your slaves... On one condition. If my village is in trouble again... You let me go and help them out. That's my sacred duty." He says.
"Alright. I'll spread the rumour that horse cum works better! Although... How can we get in touch with you? I'm not jerking off onto a skull just to call you up for a trivial question or something." Khorvis says.
She laughs at the idea before reaching over and poking his chest, right where her mark is "Just hold on to that and call my name, It will return you to me. Now then." She steps back and reverts to her skeletal form, flexing out her bone wings before grabbing her face with both hands. A bright yellow glow bursts from her eyes as she speaks in the demon tongue, engraving herself to this new ritual with one final burst
"Gah! Fuck... that feels weird... but it is done. That ritual is not my call sign." she shakes her head and returns to her usual appearance.