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At some point possibly, I don't usually find myself writing many part 2's and my holiday is going to be a little busy, but at some point I wouldn't mind expanding on the idea. I'd be worried if I did I'd push it way too closely to plagiarizing off of lawrence watt-evans, whose book "with a single spell" may be just what you want if you enjoyed this.

Omg !!! So good!!!

Thank You

That’s awesome. I would read an entire series set in a universe like this.

Sure! I could do that.

Just need to figure out where as I've tried 3 times to post the next segment as a reply to Part II and Reddit has refused 3 times. Maybe I'll expand upon it off site.

Commander: Who's attacking us? Robots? nanites? Monsters?
Lieutenant: Worse sir!

Commander: Worse?

Lieutenant: Memes...

Alright looks like it's all set up, all i need now is to drip a little of my blood. I hate this bit, why do they always need blood? My hands already look like chopping boards and I've only just started this magic stuff.
The wizard grabs his ceremonial dagger and stands in the centre of the room surrounded by markings of ancient runes. Candles surround the runes providing all but a dim light in the room. His hand trembles slightly as he raises the dagger to his hand preparing to swipe it against his palm. He takes a deep breath to compose himself; he goes to slice his hand but pulls away at the last moment. Sighing to himself he rummages into his pocket and pulls out a scripture.
“How much blood does it need? I can’t deal with another hand wound, it took like 2 weeks for it to heal enough to uhh… relieve my urges.” he scans through the page “Hmm… a few drops, that should be doable”.
He then stuffs the scripture back into his pocket, breaths in and places the tip of the dagger on his index finger. He pauses for a moment and shakes his head side to side slightly and moves it to the tip of his ring finger and starts to wince as he presses it in.
“Ahhhh.. stings like a bitch!” he curses through a grimace as the blood starts to draw for the wound. The dagger clanks as it is thrown to one side while the wizard gets down on his haunches and starts trying to massage the blood out of his finger.
“Just a few drops…” he mutters to himself as he manages to get one drop out”
WHOOSH the flames on the candles suddenly burn violently and grow to waist height. The wizard startled, falls backward narrowly avoiding a singed head and fights the tremble developing in his limb to get back on his feet. The ritual has started now, for better or for worse, the wind picks up forming a faint tornado in the centre of the circle sucking in the surrounding dust and air from the room.
The candles continue to burn brighter and brighter and the tornado continues to grow stronger and denser. Beads of sweat fall down the wizards flush face as the heat grows more intense and the air gets thinner. The flames start to get pulled into the centre and the heat becomes too intense, the wizard covers himself with his cloak and dives out of the circle. He rolls frantically making sure none of his cloak is burning then looks up in awe as the tornado and flames start to form the shape of a person.
The ritual reaches a crescendo and then the room falls in darkness and silence. The wizard laid there in silence unsure of what had just unfolded, had it worked? Had he brought his father back?
A small sizzle rings out and one of the candles reignites, the wizard reaches back into his pocket and unfolds the scripture. Another gentle sizzle rings out and two more candles reignite as the wizard checks the scripture.
“Resurrecting your oldest ancestor… Oldest?” Would that be Adam or Ev..”.
“It would be… if you were a human…” a haunting voice descends from the darkness
“I-if im not human, th th- then what am I?” the wizard shudders as he hears footsteps coming toward him and sees a growing figure through the candle light.
“You are a demon, and I am Lilith, mother of demons!” the figure proclaims as the faint light reveals her face.
“And we have work to do.”

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And then the cat lover's walk in

…Did you know that Gerald's claim to fame can be achived by a toaster that came out in 1948?

The Sunbeam Radiant Control Toaster accepts the bread, gently lowers it (without human assistance), toasts it to the selected browness regardless of the bread's starting temperature, turns off (quietly clicking), and gently raises the perfect toast - all on a circuit that is literally just a loop of wire with one simple switch.

Oh no, it's the worst enemy of every dark and brooding edgelord! People, better hide your black mascara and nail polish!

Jokes aside, that sounds interesting. Perhaps I will look into that later.

The guilt and regret set in as my fury passed and the brat ran out of my gym clutching his poor battered charmander in what could only be described as blind terror. A deep sigh escaped from me as I recalled my Steelix. The old gal was from my original team that I challenged one of the elite four with to get my license to run my gym. She was well into 80s level wise and definitely not a fair choice choice to send out against that 10th level charmander, especially with an inexperienced trainer with no gym badges. I mean the cocky brat had it coming, but at 31, I shouldn't have let that get under my skin. If the brat recovered his wits enough I might even get a visit from a league representative, if he ever recovered from the trauma that is. I've seen average trainers with a couple of badges under their belt, soil themselves from seeing a 50th level wild pokemon let alone a highly trained 80th level one. I needed to find an outlet for my frustration. I guess this is the reason the first gym slot was so frequently vacant. Heading to the reception area, I mused on that ranked badge idea the fossil researchers and I discussed last weekend at the bar. It wasn't to far of a stretch considering the increasing popularity of rematchs growing among serious trainers. If only I could get a league representative to bite... If that brat reports me, it would be dead in the water coming from me, maybe misty would have more luck. I should visit her this weekend and pitch the idea...

Wow, i loved it!!

it's definitely a shoutout

The movie SPRING (2014) has a great, unexpected scene similar to this. Would highly recommend.

Kudos!

This is perfect! Thank you very much!

Is the ending a 40k reference?

Last sentence was great. "Child of mine" What an opening for a part 2.

I pushed my thick, curly bangs out of the way as I tied my long, mouse brown hair into a braid. A quick look in the mirror told me “good enough.” On such a painfully average day, nothing could happen, right? Well, incorrect! My name is Yuna, and I’m an apprentice to the greatest wizard in the land. I’m learning how to be a wizard. Because my family is quite well known, I’m able to get these kinds of opportunities. I’m extremely grateful for that. Anyway, back to the present! I arrived at the cottage, and closed the door. My master would always yell at me to close the door after I entered. “Mr. Canmore?” I called out. No reply. “Mr. Canmore?!” I called again, this time, louder. “Horus?!” he’d always hated when I’d use his first name. Still no reply. “He may be in his study” I thought. But the problem is, I’m not allowed in there. I always wondered why. Was there something he was hiding? But I couldn’t contain my curiosity today. He wasn’t here, after all. But if he was in his study, I’d be screwed. I decided to take the risk. As I opened the door, something hard fell and hit my head, and I fell to the ground. “Ouch!” I exclaimed. Looking at the object, I realized that it was a book. A hard cover book? Why was a book falling from the sky? I was still pissed about the fact that a flying book hit me on the head, but I opened it anyway. I soon started to regret it afterward. What if it was a test by Mr. Canmore? What if he used a spell to make it fly towards me to see if I was loyal enough to not go into the study? My mind spun with thoughts. But I was curious. And he was old. “He’ll forget in no time” I thought. I opened the book. It seemed to be old, with beat up pages and barely legible words. Words in…Latin? Latin isn’t spoken anymore. Luckily, I knew Latin. I looked through it and realized it was a spell book. I noticed a spell that caught my eye. I couldn’t tell what it was supposed to be. Out of curiosity, I recited the spell. It was one phrase, repeated three times. “He will come back.” Suddenly, a large creature appeared. It growled at me, and I noticed it had sharp teeth. REALLY sharp teeth. I jumped back in fright, stumbling to the exit. I tripped over a table, and fell on the hard floor. I tried to get up, but the creature was strong. It loomed over me. It was tall and large! I backed away in a desperate attempt to live. But it sat up, as if it…recognized me? “Yuna Deamonne” it said, in a deep, firm voice. I gasped. It could talk? It seemed more…animal like. I was confused on why it was here, until I realized that the spell I cast summoned it. THAT’S what it meant by “He will return.” Looking back, that should’ve been obvious. “Master Deamonne.” Deamonne? That isn’t my last name. “You have brought me back. As repayment, I shall punish who has wronged you.”

Thanks!

We had the same approach, basically.

Bizarrely wholesome

Omg this is the best! Thank you!