Who doesn't love a Pyro?Part 4

Chapter 2

“You need to concentrate!”
“Well, maybe I would if you stopped talking!!!!” Trinity fumed at Banna’s work.
“You’re positions all wrong! Ugh, hold your hands right!”
“Stop touching my arms! You’re screwing me up!”
“It’s a bit too late for that! -
“Ach! The soul shards gone! CONTACT NOW!”
“MIiiiiek”
Smoke filled the area. Banna felt her head-growing feint. Trinity was coughing and Graz’gorg rushed in, on cue. Naturally screaming his head off.
“<You F*cking creature! Would you just f*ck off? Damnit! > Coff coff”
Graz’gorg calmed himself. His first rampage to save them blew up in his face. Ending with shouting. Afterwards, when Trinity found him unconscious, she had personally thrown him into hell. Something he’d rather not experience twice. Immediately bowing at his lung-clogged master, he obediently glided off.
As the smoke cleared, Trinity sat up. Her hair hid her face, so Banna could only guess what emotions were running through her mind. The young warlock braced herself for a very hard three minutes.
“Alright! It seems young Banna here has wasted yet ANOTHER Soul Shard. Seeing that that’s what she is bent on, I guess I’ll give her a SIXTH one! That’s exactly what she wants, isn’t it?” Trinity brushed her hair behind her ears, her face was masked. Banna hated when she did that.
“Banna doesn’t like listening, she thinks everyone else is just too stupid to bother hearing, even when SHE can’t perform a simple CONTACT SPELL for her Void walker!...” Trinity suddenly had a very sly smile on her face; she looked Banna right in the eyes.
“Well instead of wasting souls, Banna can go and get some meat for dinner tonight! Seeing that she oh so loves Trinity’s cooking!” Banna decided to play along
“Well, I would but it would seem Trinity assumes ASH is much more consumable than actual FOOD!” Trinity didn’t think her comment was as funny as Banna did.
“GET FOOD NOW!” She screamed, throwing Banna into the forest.
Banna grumbled as she walked aimlessly through the forest.
“Ugh! Trinity knows I can’t hunt for food! Even she can’t.” Banna chose to sit on a boulder and pity herself.
“All she does is summon Graz’gorg to hunt for her. If I could summon a creature to hunt for-“ Banna stopped. Of course! How could she be so stupid? She COULD summon a creature! Laughing at her own forgetfulness, Banna stood up and kicked at the fallen leaves around her. She knew she would regret this, but it was better than an angry Trinity. When she had an open area, she placed her hands at her sides. Slowly circling them, she began to chant her mantra. The ground below her shook, and glowed a familiar purple.
“<Create the vision of the world,
Belittle all creatures that unfurled>”
Small purple orbs circled around her and above her head. Banna was losing awareness of the world around her. She barely remembered the chant that was necessary for summoning this certain contact.
“<And let light of this world fall,
And bring forth the villainy in all>”
Banna twirled her hands faster, the orbs around her spun faster, the ground shook more, Banna’s head pounded more.
“<Let pure and just and right turn limp!!>” She practically screamed, her mind was spinning.
“<As I summon you, THE IMP>” Ugh, how she hated that spell. It took much too long to say and way to long to memorize, maybe if she knew what it meant it would be easier to say. Throwing her hands in the air, the small purple orbs around her threw themselves into the ground. Previous experiences taught Banna to take a good five steps back. A crack broke the surface, a small scraping was heard. Finally, a small creature burst out of the ground
“Mehehehehhehehehehehehehe!” It shrieked as it flew through the air. As it began to fall, its hands and feet, its eyes, and the end of its long tail burst into flame. Landing deftly, the imp shook out its long ears and looked up to it’s master. Unlike Graz’gorg, though, the imp didn’t bow, only raise one flaming paw and shout
“<Hey Ban! How’s it shakin’? >” Banna glared at him. ‘Damnit, that’s right.’ The imp…the only reason Banna craved a Void walker with all her heart. Belbis, her imp. In her most caring moments, the best thing Banna had ever called him was ‘Moronic’.
“<Hey Ban! What’cha doing in a mud hole like this?”> Belbis scanned the new terrain. A small glint flecked through his flaming eye. “<He he, we gonna’ torch it? Eh? >“ Banna’s knowledge of Demonic was limited, but catching the word ‘Torch’ and her experiences with her imp’s recklessness she shouted “<No! Cut it out! >” One of the first things Trinity taught her, just to stop her crazed minion from burning anything that moved.