Summoning the Demon Stolas
As he poured over the pages, he could see the glittering silver ink ripple under the thin slivers of grey light that came through the window. The room around him felt languid, as if time seemed to slow while he was breathing in the thick air. It lulled him into an open trance state.
His hands were moving before he understood why, moving through the pages of the unknown tome with no real reason to his actions.
Indigo ink soaked through the thin paper as if the script were written by someone pressing the pen has hard as they could on the page. The writing was hard to understand, not because of the ink blotches, but because it seemed like the ramblings of a mad man. Something about a talking bird was all he could really discern.
Again, before his head could follow his hands, he was gathering things from around the study. Deep blue candles, a few black feathers from inside the desk drawer, cedar incense, and a deck of tarot. He felt as if he were being tugged along like a rag doll, he didn’t understand what he was setting up but his involuntary motions felt urgent. The slowness in the room was gone, it felt as if something was desperately trying to break itself free.
With the objects gathered precariously in one hand and the ancient tome in the other, Dante made his way barefoot out into the snowy day. In some place in his head, he could feel the bitter air sting his skin, however he couldn’t break free from what trapped him.
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