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Well this is awesome.
You happily hand the seller the two dollars and look at the book again. Weathered leather cover, deep red spine. ‘Viam a gremium ad inferos’ in beautiful cursive on the front. A real steal, it would go well between your other treasured books.
You thank the seller and continue wandering over the flea market, eyes scanning the many stalls in search of another little treasure.
Because who doesn’t like to collect pretty, valuable or simply put, interesting objects?
At home you carefully unload your bag, stalling everything you scored out on the dinner table and looking them over. Everything would need a new spot in their new home, a place where it would come into its own. At last the gorgeous book, carefully browsing through it while walking to your personal library, when your eye falls on a chapter with ‘Resurrectio’ as it’s title.
Resurrectio…resurrection…the title of the book means: ‘The road from the middle to hell’ or more precise: ‘The road from the womb to hell’....how cute, a chapter for the other way around? To bring someone from hell back to earth?
You read through the chapter amused. Well now you know what you will do on this boring, rainy evening.
It’s not like you have any pressing matters to attend to.
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Drawing the inverted pentagram with chalk was easy, finding Asafoetida to burn a little less so. After you gathered all the candles you could find and put one on every line that crossed another, you sigh.
So much work for doing this for the hell of it.
You lit all the candles and you grab the book.
Burn a piece of paper with the name of the fiend with the candle at the bottom arm of the pentagram….name of the fiend? I don’t have a name….
After a minute of pondering you write down a random name you once read about, popular in the 14th century. You coincidentally read a book about the history of certain art styles last week, and that name had stuck.
Well well ’’fiend’’ with this name, I’m going to jostle your soul around for a bit.
You snort, feeling a little goofy for doing this whole thing, but the other option was sitting on the couch and continuing watching some random series that is slowly killing your brain cells.
Slowly, you lower yourself crossed legged in the middle of the inverted pentagram, your head facing the bottom spike. Leaning forward to carefully burn the piece of paper before turning around to face the top two spikes. The book resting in your lap, your arms stretched out in front of you when you start to recite the verse in the book. Stumbling on the pronunciation of the difficult Latin text.
After trying a couple of times you manage to get out the whole patch of text in one go. The second the last syllable leaves your lips, a ice cold yet flaming hot wind gusts through the room. All the candles get extinguished in one go and the room goes dark.
Okay….WHAT? The window is closed for su-.....something moved….something that is not me….