"We're ready to go, people! Shay, let's fire this thing up and get the party started!"

"I really hope you know what you're doing, Jad," Shayla murmured, arching her thin eyebrows.

“It's a pretty good plan, I'll give you that, but it's also very ballsy

“Don't worry, my sweet slut! I can handle a Demon Lord, or Lad: snickered leaning in to plant a quick smooch on Shayla's pouting, tumid lips. Then, taking a few steps back from her, he chuckled and said gimme some sugar, baby!

"Oh, for the Gods' sake, Jad!" Shayla half-sighed and half-giggled even as she rose her arms and extended them palms-first toward Jadrik, who in turn mimicked her gesture, As the grinning warlock winked at her, Shayla just rolled her eyes one last time before closing them, focusing for a long moment before speaking a brief incantation under her breath and letting her magic flow out.

Shimmering with warm, bright orange light, a river of arcanic energy traveled from the wizardess's hands toward the warlock's, where it disappeared into his palms, leaving just a deep purple glow around his extended fingers. As Shayla's chanting rose in volume, Jadrik's voice joined hers and the channeled magical energies rushed faster from her hands, crackling intensely in the air before being absorbed by the warlock, whose whole body soon became outlined by a faint purplish aura, After a few seconds, Shayla opened her eyes and locked gazes with Jadrik, who nodded sharply. In perfect sync, the warlock and the wizardess ended their conjoined spellcasting, and the torrent of raw arcane power that had traveled from her hands to his suddenly disappeared, leaving no trace of having ever existed.

Blinking her eyes, Shayla tucked a long strand of her raven hair behind her ears as she teased: “Is that enough for you, Jad?"

“Oh yeah, absolutely," Jadrik snickered, bringing his palms closer and causing a surge of purplish energy to sizzle between his left and right hand. Miniature violet jolts arched between his fingers, as if dark lightning bolts were charging up and getting ready to shoot from his digits.

"Yeah, this is great. You always know how to get me going, Shay!"

Before the wizardess could retort to his quip, Jadrik let out an exultant scream of glee and extended both hands out toward the summoning circle, yelling out a few clipped, guttural syllables in a language so palpably evil and foul that it surpassed even the standard daemonic idiom in terms of sheer grim, forbidden wickedness, Instantly, the energies lent him by the wizardess plus Jadrik's own considerable magical power blasted out from the warlock's fingers in a shower of black coiling bolts aimed at the well-drawn lines and interlinked symbols that composed the summoning circle. In an instant the white bone dust caught fire, the runes and glyphs glowing with incandescent light as the whole intricate containment pattern of the circle came alive in a bright yellow flash, turning into a ring of crackling, dancing flames.

“Blessed stars! That was awesome!" Laentharyel squealed, her slanted eyes captivated by the different colors of the ring of fire around them, her gaze traveling from the sickly green hue of a demonic glyph to the scorching red brightness of a rune of power, the overall bright tinge of the wall of protective flames surrounding them all the while shifting and changing from yellow to violet to bright blue.

“Is warlock magic always this cool?"

Chuckling with pride, Jadrik turned toward the relatively young elven girl and was about to assure her that yes, of course, warlocks had the coolest spells alright. Unfortunately, his intended prideful rant was preemptively cut short by Shayla's snickering reply.

"No, Laeny, warlock spells suck as a rule. They almost always have to do with dust, bones and either dead or partially rotten shit. And demons are overrated anyways," the wizardess concluded, cocking her hip and crossing her arms under her huge tits as she turned toward Jadrik to properly present him with her sassy pose and smirking face.

“Besides, this spell here was vastly empowered by my magic..."

For a moment, Jadrik bristled with irritation, but then decide not to get baited by Shayla's attempt to once again start their endless argument about which school of magic was superior between classic sorcery and dark arts. Letting out a long sigh, the warlock merely shook his head as he fixed his penetrating gaze on the taunting wizardess.

“Really, Shay? Really? This is neither the time nor the place for me to once again demonstrate how..."

A resounding whoosh interrupted Jadrik's words as the roaring ring of fire seemed to burn off most of its energy all at once and the flames, though still very much alive, became much lower and less impressive, meanwhile leaving a wake of drifting multicolored smoke hanging in the air. While the sulfurous fumes wafted toward the assembled group inside the summoning circle, the warlock let go completely of the quibble he was about to start with the wizardess and was back to serious business,