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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Muzaka is summoned by someone unlike anyone he's met before.
Notes: Summoner AU
Maybe tied to The Pen is... verse, but otherwise, a summoner au, rather than a witch au, aahaha.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 512
Status: Complete
Muzaka flicked his tail as he felt the familiar feeling of magic skittering over his skin, wrapping around him and pulling him off his feet as it teleported him to the summoner's circle.
He braced himself as he materalised, seeing the blond summoner in front of him. "Why have I been summoned?" he droned, crossing his arms as he glanced around the room. There wasn't much point asking, because he was only summoned for one thing only, but as a summon, he had to.
The summoner smiled at him. "I need an extra pair of eyes to tell me if my bookshelf is crooked."
Muzaka snapped his attention back to the summoner, his eyebrows shooting up. "You...want me to check your bookshelf?"
The summoner nodded. "My magic may be able to create one, but there are some things which magic just isn't able to do; I need a second opinion."
Muzaka stared at the strange human, who met his gaze without flinching. He was usually summoned by humans who wanted power, wanted him to kill people - this was the first time Muzaka could remember where he hadn't been summoned to spill blood.
"So?" the summoner said, turning on his heel and heading for the door behind him. "You should be able to do this, yes?"
Muzaka glanced down at the summoning circle at his feet, but it had faded from view already. Dormant.
The summoner paused and looked at him over his shoulder. "Is there something wrong?"
The summoner was what was wrong with this, but Muzaka wouldn't point out the vital step that the other summoners had used as well.
"Ah, of course," the summoner said, raising a hand to his forehead. "How could I forget?"
Damn. Muzaka braced himself for the binding spell.
The summoner turned around and dipped his head. "I'm Frankenstein."
Muzaka sucked in a breath, feeling the air thrum with power. "You freely offer your name to a demon?" To do that meant the demon could have the power over the human.
"Why not?" the summ - ...Frankenstein said, an eyebrow raised. "I already know yours already, don't I, Muzaka? It would be rude to know yours but not offer mine."
What was with this strange human... But his name on the summoner's lips didn't twist him, force him to bend to another's will. It was...just his name, not something to bind him with.
"And if you're worried about being bound," Frankenstein said with a snort, "then you shouldn't be. I have no need for a slave that mindlessly follows my orders; as I said: I need someone to tell me their thoughts of my bookshelf, and I can't have that if you're locked inside your own head."
Muzaka looked down at his hands, his wrists still empty, no choking magic around his throat accompanying it. "All right..." He could do that.
It would be a shame when he was sent away, but for now, it would be nice to not be constantly fighting and bathed in human blood and fear.
He followed Frankenstein out the room.
Summary: Muzaka is summoned by someone unlike anyone he's met before.
Notes: Summoner AU
Maybe tied to The Pen is... verse, but otherwise, a summoner au, rather than a witch au, aahaha.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 512
Status: Complete
Muzaka flicked his tail as he felt the familiar feeling of magic skittering over his skin, wrapping around him and pulling him off his feet as it teleported him to the summoner's circle.
He braced himself as he materalised, seeing the blond summoner in front of him. "Why have I been summoned?" he droned, crossing his arms as he glanced around the room. There wasn't much point asking, because he was only summoned for one thing only, but as a summon, he had to.
The summoner smiled at him. "I need an extra pair of eyes to tell me if my bookshelf is crooked."
Muzaka snapped his attention back to the summoner, his eyebrows shooting up. "You...want me to check your bookshelf?"
The summoner nodded. "My magic may be able to create one, but there are some things which magic just isn't able to do; I need a second opinion."
Muzaka stared at the strange human, who met his gaze without flinching. He was usually summoned by humans who wanted power, wanted him to kill people - this was the first time Muzaka could remember where he hadn't been summoned to spill blood.
"So?" the summoner said, turning on his heel and heading for the door behind him. "You should be able to do this, yes?"
Muzaka glanced down at the summoning circle at his feet, but it had faded from view already. Dormant.
The summoner paused and looked at him over his shoulder. "Is there something wrong?"
The summoner was what was wrong with this, but Muzaka wouldn't point out the vital step that the other summoners had used as well.
"Ah, of course," the summoner said, raising a hand to his forehead. "How could I forget?"
Damn. Muzaka braced himself for the binding spell.
The summoner turned around and dipped his head. "I'm Frankenstein."
Muzaka sucked in a breath, feeling the air thrum with power. "You freely offer your name to a demon?" To do that meant the demon could have the power over the human.
"Why not?" the summ - ...Frankenstein said, an eyebrow raised. "I already know yours already, don't I, Muzaka? It would be rude to know yours but not offer mine."
What was with this strange human... But his name on the summoner's lips didn't twist him, force him to bend to another's will. It was...just his name, not something to bind him with.
"And if you're worried about being bound," Frankenstein said with a snort, "then you shouldn't be. I have no need for a slave that mindlessly follows my orders; as I said: I need someone to tell me their thoughts of my bookshelf, and I can't have that if you're locked inside your own head."
Muzaka looked down at his hands, his wrists still empty, no choking magic around his throat accompanying it. "All right..." He could do that.
It would be a shame when he was sent away, but for now, it would be nice to not be constantly fighting and bathed in human blood and fear.
He followed Frankenstein out the room.