A long soft sigh escapes Kanoe's lips as the door shuts behind her. Her dorm room. Not exactly as lavished as her old room back home but it did not matter to her, it was all to herself. Her hands were already fumbling with the red tie of her uniform as she walks over to her bed. Her bags were still sitting on it, still needing to be unpacked. She removes her tie and navy vest, tossing it onto the bed. Kanoe searched through her bags. Candles, vials of various powders, a large tome covered in runes; the necessities for any witch were set onto a table. Another sigh escapes her lips, one of relief as she pulls out a long black robe. If there was anything to look forward to the most after school, it was getting out of that uniform.

She slid her shoes and socks off her feet as she unbuttoned her shirt. Only one light was on in her room, preferring to keep things dark. But, the dim lighting was still enough to make the pale skin of her body glow as she undressed to only her under garments. A frown appears briefly on her face as she looks at the white bra and panties that she was required to wear. She always hated bright colors but at this point she will be happy just to wear something more comfortable. Grabbing the black robe, she pulls it over head and lets the flowing material caress down her body as it covers her all the way to her ankles. 'Much better' she thought as she pulls her raven black hair up and out of her robe, letting it simply fall back behind her shoulders. Kanoe returns to her bags and continues to unpack. She was going to be stuck on this island for some time.

Kanoe. Spectre had been watching the would-be witch for some time. It delighted in the many small cruelties she perpetrated in the pursuit of her art. Even more enjoyable was the fact that all her study and effort netted her little success.

Gazing in from the Beyond, Spectre watched Kanoe change out of her uniform. Other creatures might have felt a thrill at the sight of her pale, creamy skin; might’ve been impressed by the swell of her breasts or the shapely contours of her hips. But Spectre’s interest in the girl’s body was not about sex. That was merely a vehicle for the torment it liked to cause. So, as it took in her voluptuous form, it paid attention to the way she moved and her expressions, trying to deduce her mental and emotional state. All this in order to discern the best methods to make her scream and writhe in unwanted pleasure.

Spectre’s vigil continued as the student donned her flowing black robe and moved to unpack her bags. It was content for the moment just to watch from outside reality, examining and scrutinizing; gathering information for the upcoming assault.

Despite all she was put through today and being sent to this island in the first place, Kanoe was rather calm. She of course got angry and annoyed several times especially on her first day of class. But, she would always regain composure. There was better things to do than hold useless grudges and better uses for the time that was now available to her.

Kanoe's closet was now filled with a contrast of school uniforms and an assortment of dark colored robes. With her clothing unpacked, she returns to unpacking her other unique items. Several flasks for mixing. Two small daggers to draw blood from herself or a hapless woodland creature. When it came to her art, she did not hold back. She sets the items on the table. Her eyes fell upon the large black tome. Fingers trace along the bindings as she smiles ever so slightly. With the sudden move, she had no time to prepare anything. Even the thought of skipping tonight briefly crosses her mind. She quickly shakes that thought away and opens the large book, turning the pages slowly. A small spell for now, she mused as she began searching through her book. She snaps her fingers, a brief word that was obviously not a common language left her lips. One of the candles suddenly sparks and ignites, providing a bit more light to the room. It was one of the few spells she could control and do successfully, nothing that really impressed her though.

A slight widening of the eyes and her hand gripping her necklace was all the reaction she had when she finally found something to try. It was another summoning though of just simple demonic creatures. Her attempts at summoning something large tended to end with smoke billowing out of her room and eventually led her to attending this school against her will. She was fine with small, the larger stuff will come much later. Her hands begin reaching for small flasks of powders, preparing for her house warming ritual.

Spectre watched with amusement as the girl unpacked her ‘treasures.’ The vials and flasks were all mere window dressing to its alien mind, as were the blades and even the book she so revered. To it, ‘magic’ was an act of will; a mental mastering of ambient energies. That being said, there was little it could do on any given plane; the act of manifesting took all its concentration.

Manifesting . . . now there was a thought. A burst of malicious glee rippled through the creature’s mind as it noted the ritual Kanoe had chosen. Spectre decided that this time, the little witches summoning attempt would succeed beyond her wildest nightmares. It focused its thoughts, compressing its will enough to be able to function in the limited three-dimensional world the girl resided in.

Kanoe opens a small flask and begins pouring a red powder onto the table. Powdered bone, dyed red with blood; she manipulates the odd component and forms it into a small pentagram in the center of the table. Usually blood works just as well but she had learned the hard way that the body does not have much blood to spare when it came to making designs and writings. She whispers a few more words and snaps her fingers as she lights the rest of the candles. The rest of her spare components were moved off the table, leaving only a circle of lit candles with a pentagram in the center.

Brushing stray strands of hair away from her face, she lifts the heavy tome into her arms and takes a deep breath. Well here goes... The soft spidery words of her art slowly filled the room as she began whispering the lines of incantations in the book. The words themselves generally had no meaning, anyone can say words. But, it did act as a form of focusing her magic, mana, energy, or whatever one would call that strange ability that people only dream of doing. The candles begin to gentle flicker and sway from an unseen breeze as she concentrates. Trial and error, that was how she has been learning and no matter the outcome she believes it is a step closer to mastering this strange art.

Spectre waited just long enough to allow Kanoe to suspect the ritual was an utter failure. Then, before she gave up completely, it forced a fragment of its existence into the fabric of reality. The forces of the multiverse tried to reject its totally foreign influence, but the Thing from Beyond would not be denied.

A sort of warping appeared in the air above the table in Kanoe’s room. A sort of blister on the face of existence, it expanded inexorably like a cancerous growth. As it surpassed the bounds of the pentagram, it snuffed out the ring of candles. Not merely doused, they were completely destroyed, turning to ash that dissipated before it could reach the surface of the table. The swelling grew until it reached the bounds of the table. Then, like a pustule, it popped, its contents unfolding into the form of a cloaked figure.

Spectre turned its hood to stare down at Kanoe. Deep shadows obscured the fact that there was nothing underneath. The rest of its non-existent form was covered by the cloak which fell to brush the tabletop.

“Greetings, witchling.” Not just a voice, Spectre’s Voice was a power fit to make reality itself shiver. It vibrated throughout the being of all who heard it, but it was heard only by those Spectre wished. Right then, it was focused completely on Kanoe.

Her face began to show signs of straining, was this going to work? She had enough trouble controlling what power she had and channeling it for long periods of time makes it even more dangerous and draining. Just as she was ending her incantation, her eyes widen to the sight of the candles turning to nothing. Kanoe looks up at the ceiling seeing the strange deviation in existence. She lets out an audible gasp, stepping back as the thing popped. Her eyes simply gaze at the strange cloaked figure.

It's very voice sent shivers down her spine. She was in utter shock. This was not the creature she was summoning but, her ritual did summon this thing. She did it, she succeeded finally. She closes the large tome, hugging it to her chest as she finds herself unable to look away at her hard work.

"It...worked.." Was all that left her lips.

“Indeed . . . “ Spectre rumbled enigmatically. “For what purpose have you performed this summons.” Its Voice seemed to roam around and through Kanoe, lingering lewdly in sensitive areas.

The creature itself remained where it was, further fostering the illusion that it had come in response to her ritual. It ‘stood’ passively, regarding the girl with the darkened aperture of its cloak.

A soft gasp escapes her as she found herself stepping back. It was as if part of her was trying to get away from the figure's voice. Her body quivers briefly as the voice seemed to linger in the more sensitive areas of her being.

"I...only seek information," Kanoe finally speaks up, trying to keep focus on the figure, "First, what are you?"

An ignorant question but this was not the creature she was intending to summon. But, this creature if you could call it that can speak as well. Might as well make use of it while it was still under her control.

Spectre chuckled smokily, enjoying the effect its Voice had on the girl.

“Everything has a price, little witch . . . ” it said ominously. “But, so be it, “ it continued as though compelled. Truth be told, it wished to continue the dialogue, to continue to subject her to the subtle caresses of its intonations. It meant to shame her, to make her body ready for the assault before it ever touched her.

“I am that which exists beyond the alpha and the omega,” Spectre said, letting its Voice flow over Kanoe. “I exist in the places where even darkness has never been. The sound of my true name would drive you to madness. The sight of my true form would unravel your existence. I am the incarnation of the ultimate paradox, existing outside existence, untouched by time; I am the Chaos upon which all Order is built.”

Spectre paused, letting its words literally sink into its audience, touching her in places no physical lover could ever reach.

Before she could pry further upon the topic of price, the creature continues. Every word seemed to effect her more than the one first. Kanoe's legs began to shiver and grow weak. The young witch had no interest in the pleasures of flesh, these words that 'touch' her delicate being were foreign to her. The rise and fall of her chest was becoming more noticable as her breathing grew deeper. She could feel her heart pounding as she does her best to continue gazing up at the cloaked figure.

What was she feeling? Was it beating her in a battle of wills? She only knew what would happen in theory if her will that binds the demon were to waver. She cannot have that happen. Her hands clench as she tries to focus, not realizing it was her body that was losing. The young woman's breasts were already firming up with arousal, her nipples slowly growing erect and pressing the soft cups of her bra. As the words caress even deeper, her body began to shiver. The intonations went beyond her untouched virgin seal causing a soft groan to escape her lips.

"P-Price?" Was all she managed to stammer out. Was she feeling moist down...there? She shook her head, not believing it.

Spectre laughed again, noticing the telltale signs of arousal. Ironically, she seemed so innocent for one so focused on the dark arts. But that served its purpose perfectly

“Don’t worry,” it rumbled reassuringly. “It is not something you will find so difficult to part with.” It sent its Voice washing through Kanoe again, building on previous success.

“Especially considering the boon you will receive.” Of course it did not tell her that the ‘boon’ would be the endless horrific pleasures it would force upon her or that the ‘price’ would be the screams and cries it would extract via that process.

Kanoe's body sways as it's Voice continues to stimulate her body. She felt heat rising in her cheeks. Was she blushing? It's voice did feel very...appealing. The young woman found herself up against her bed, not quite sitting on it though. The bed helped her keep her composure, locking her knees as she tried to keep strong. Something strange was happening. It was like the figure was touching her but not.

"What...What are you doing? What boon?" She calls out, her voice a bit stronger than before though a hand rested on the bed to help keep herself standing straight.

She begins to open her book, perhaps there was information on this being she summoned.

Spectre doubted there would be anything about itself in the tome Kanoe had, but, of course, everything was possible; the alien entity’s very existence was proof of that.

“I am doing nothing but answering your questions,” Spectre said, crashing a fresh wave of stimulation over the student’s body. Strictly true, as far as it went. The Thing was only talking, it hadn’t even moved since it was first ‘summoned’, but it knew what effects its Voice could have and carefully controlled its tone to enhance that effect.

“Speaking so that I may grant the boon of knowledge,” It continued, Voice dripping with sincerity. “The knowledge that even now makes you tremble with desire.”

Kanoe shakes her head as it's very voice continues to arouse her body. Her cheeks blush as she could not doubt the dampness that was now between her thighs. It's voice was making her feel good but she could not understand why. She tries to continue turning the pages but now her hands were shaking, gripping the book tightly so she would not drop it. Her thighs grinded together as she tries to resist this feeling that was quickly filling her body. She bites her lips to stifle a soft moan. What is wrong with her? She does not have time for this.

"What is the price for this...knowledge?" she asks, trying to keep her voice steady through soft pants, "And what do you know?"

Kanoe closes her tome. She was having more and more difficulty focusing on this being's voice and trying to control herself. She held the large book close to her chest. Perhaps to keep a tight hold of it as her body quivers or perhaps to hide her own erect nipples which were now poking through her bra beneath her robes.