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Thank you.

So.

As I wander through the covens of hell, I try to remember the person I once was,

before Satan opened the debate in pandemonium by claiming that heaven is

not yet lost and that the fallen angels might rise up stronger in another battle

if they work together.

Satan opens the floor, and the pro-war devil Moloch speaks first.

Moloch was one of the fiercest fighters in the war in heaven, and he anxiously

pleads for another open war.

this time armed with the weapons of hell.

These words and many more are written within a leather-bound book that will be

their spear of destiny.

Thus Satan moves onward, and with sin and death he follows far behind,

building a bridge from hell to earth on which evil spirits can travel to tempt

mortals.

With the oldest and strongest emotion of mankind, fear and the oldest, strongest

kind of fear is fear of the unknown.

This can only be achieved with the help of mortal man.

And on the first page written in blood is the name of a man with the mark of

the devil on his back.

And the devil now has an ally by the name of George Carney, who will do his

bidding.

my introduction to hell came when i wandered through new york looking for

something to read i had time on my hands when i stumbled upon a small antique

bookshop in greenwich village suddenly i noticed a leather-bound book covered in

dust battered and torn it was nothing special but it spoke to me it looked

like any other journal it wasn't professionally made out or printed in

fact it was something quite crude

The cover was made from some type of leather. It was old, maybe over 400

years old, maybe older.

It had weird scribbles and symbols drawn throughout.

I'd never seen anything like it, and I never would.

I just knew I had to have it.

I found out later that the book was in fact the Necromonicon, or what some

people call the Book of the Dead.

once known by the writer george kearney that detailed in blood his first

encounter with the book and what would later happen some say it is more like a

journal than a book while others say that it never existed that it was only

thought up in the minds of who would be occultists and known charlatans like

alistair crawley the ceremonial magician who founded the religion of thelma other

followers of the book include w b

arthur conan doyle harry price and edgar allen poe who have spent their lives

seeking out the manuscript

as

i slowly enter a world of greedy mistrust i come upon the belly of the

architect

stretched out before me like the intestines of a creature that is lined

with a sea of worms ready to devour my every thought for he who enters this

world will be sacrificed by the evil that occupies it so as i turn the

pages slowly the first name on my ledger is that of george kearney a comic-book

writer that was given the journal to research its former owner so he could be

sacrificed for the good of satan it first appeared in nineteen twenty seven

within the works of h p lovecraft and his tales about the cthulhu mythos where

the undead are linked with the monsters and demons from hell as first depicted

in dante's inferno i know that this unassuming leather journal was the

portal to hell and the start of a new journey as i travel through the darkness

as a disciple of satan

And to many, I would later be known as the soul keeper for the devil himself.

Within hours, my life changed and so did everything around me.

I was now trapped in a car with a mind of its own.

As if it was possessed.

I couldn't escape.

I was locked inside.

The steering wheel wouldn't turn.

The gear stick was locked.

The brakes were not connected.

It was not me who was driving the car, but Satan himself.

I was just taken along for the ride.

A light that I would never forget as I was driven to a place where the souls of

the wicked were taken for the mistakes they had made in the past.

But why me?

Why was I chosen to become the bookkeeper of hell, an accountant

responsible for the many souls who caused misery and destruction on earth?

There are many thousands to life as there are to death.

Why are we here?

What can we do to make it a better place?

Some say religion is the answer.

But if there's a God, then there has to be a devil.

And if there is a God, he will save our soul for eternity.

or for an infinite amount of time.

My job is to track down those who have little or no respect for life.

Those who would use a weapon to end someone's existence.

Some say politicians use a pen.

There are those that kill for revenge and there are those who kill to torture.

The book encounters many of these stories.

as they are listed in blood.

As I continue to do the devil's work and count the souls of the many that pass

before me, I ponder why the most merciful thing in the world is the

inability of the human mind to correlate all of its contents.

Someday the piecing together of disassociated knowledge will open up

such terrifying vistas of reality and of our frightful position therein.

that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light that

lies within the peace and safety of a new dark age.

But now the devil has an ally by the name of George Carney to do his bidding.

And with the help of the book, I've enrolled Carney to assist me.

But is it a dream within a dream?

Or is it just a nightmare?

Within history, man has always strived to maintain his freedom so that his

spirit will be joyful and happy.

These are the words spoken by Satan after his fall from heaven when he

created hell.

Over the years, there have been many stories about a book thought lost,

created by an evil as a template for hell.

A book that was covered in human skin.

with symbols and artwork inside that is set to have been written by Satan

himself.

Some call it a Necronomicon or the Book of the Dead because it has the ability

to bring the undead back to life.

They say it is better to reign in hell than serve in heaven, and it is better

to light a candle than to curse the darkness.

The public want their villains now dealing world events.

You know, green issues.

They want superheroes who are actually going to save the world.

Well, they're not interested.

Our gumshoes are trying to earn a living amongst the pimps, the mob bosses, and

yawn prostitutes.

He's a detective, Martha, not a superhero.

Yes, George, whatever you say.

So, two days ago I bought what I thought was just a pile of old papers, short

stories, manuscripts of dead writers.

You know I like a good bargain, George, especially if they're public domain.

I sat at the back of the room like I have at so many auctions, not expecting

anything special, when lot 34 came up for sale.

Next we have lot 34.

a unique piece and one I feel is quite special.

It is a box from the estate of the late Mrs C. W.

Hildebrand, containing original manuscripts, letters and works of the

author H. P. Lovecraft.

Howard Phillips Lovecraft was born on August 20, 1890 and died

on March 15, 1937 at the early age of 47.

an american author best known for works of horror fantasy and

science fiction known then simply as weird fiction

for years lovecraft talked about the book of the

dead or what he called his necromonicum i believe that this diary is in

fact the original template of that very same book.

An original inspiration for any would-be writer.

Now, where shall we start?

$20,000?

I don't know what possessed me, but I just had to have that book, no matter

what it cost.

Okay, why?

George, Have you ever heard of Alistair Crowley? Yeah, the occultist. Oh, he's

not just an occultist. He is the granddaddy of the occult.

He started Church of Satan.

And the Golden Dawn?

Well, George, I mean, it's like saying that Picasso was just a painter.

He was just perversion in its truest form.

Okay, so what's in it for me?

Yes! hallelujah the man is seeing sense right so

what's this another gift a ticket to new

orleans there's someone there who can verify the diary i want you to meet them

authenticate it and give me lots of stories for our first graphic novel and

then george I'm just going to sit here and watch the millions and millions and

millions flood into my bank account.

We need to talk.

So the bitch wants us to kill off our main man.

Who does she think she is?

She's gonna let us keep McMillion as long as I write a story about a group of

kids getting involved with the accountant.

So what am I supposed to do whilst you're writing this masterpiece?

I gotta pay the rent, you know.

Anyway, what do I know about the occult?

What's this?

It's a diary by an occultist called Alistair Crowley.

Guess who gave it to me?

I always said Martha was a witch, and this proves it.

Don't look like much.

Well, she thinks there's a million dollars to be made out of that diary.

She's even given me a ticket to go to New Orleans to see some woman called

Zelia to authenticate.

Zelia?

Good name for another McMillian character.

Yeah, right.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, yes, he's taken the bait.

Yep.

Now, all we have to do is reel him in real slow.

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.

For Aleister Crowley, these few simple words represent the path to

enlightenment.

The tabloids labeled him a black magician, the wickedest man in the

world, the man we'd like to have.

Aleister Crowley is an amazing figure.

Hello. Welcome to the old absinthe house.

How can I help you?

I'm looking for some information on a man who staged it back when this was a

hotel. Do you have a name?

Yes.

Crowley. Alistair Crowley.

Would it be near just before the Second World War?

Mr. Crowley, yes, of course.

Mr. White, the manager, would know all about Mr. Crowley.

Unfortunately, he's giving a tour to some guests at the moment.

But he won't be long if you'd like to wait.

What can you tell me about Crowley's diary?

You speak of the Necromonicon. It's a myth.

Many people have said that they have it, but it's all a pack of lies.

It doesn't exist.

Here is the great book of witchcraft and demyology, once owned by Alice de

Crowley, said to be over 400 years old.

There are only a few of these books left in existence, one in Germany, two in the

UK, and one in France.

The other, well, you're staring at it, it was written in words and symbols you

or I will never understand, as you need a key to break the code.

But Mr. Carney, if you had that key, you'd have riches and pleasures beyond

your imagination.

But most things attached to Crowley doesn't exist.

How can I get everything that Martha wants and more so I can get on to the

real work in hand?

This is the part I always hate.

Thinking of names for my characters, especially ones I don't want to write.

Maybe the professor could be a woman instead of a man.

Nah, they would end up being too much like Martha.

Anyway, there's got to be a man.

A predator with a problem. Someone addicted to sex.

That uses his position of power to get what he wants.

So what word sounds like Martha?

What about Arthur?

Maybe add an M?

Mathers. That's it.

And I make him a sexist predator.

An unseemly character with a taste for men and women.

Gotta be PC nowadays.

Karl Mavitz is 46, but he wants to be 26.

He's the leader of the group, a failed professor of only sex on his mind and

not on his work.

He sets up a trap with his accomplice, Gally Lubin, luring students into his

web of perversion, offering them little, if no reward, for their help, as he

convinces them to search for evidence on the Salem witch trials and his

connection with the Akotas and Crowley.

But behind his scam, only Mavis and his accomplice, Lubin, would know the real

truth, as his students are sacrificed one by one to the beast himself and the

leader of the Golden Dawn.

Lubin doesn't go to the site. He controls everything from the nerve

center at the university.

He likes to watch, then get his hands dirty.

Now we have Anna, the feisty baby of the group.

Anna is a student that Mavis has been having an affair with behind his wife's

back. She thinks she's something special, but reality will hit her soon,

as her breasts begin to droop and her ass falls to the floor.

Next comes Rachel, best friend of Anna's, but a real snake in the grass

when sex is involved.

Likes it rough and dirty, like most posh girls when you get them in the sack.

She had a string of lovers, mostly bad boys, with something to prove.

Likes the idea of nailing the professor behind her best friend's back.

She's not particular who she fucks.

Then we have the loony of the group, Lewis.

The most treacherous of them all. Not only Mathers' secret lover for two

years, but the one that gets the rest of the group involved with the Salem witch

hunt.

The loser of the bunch is Steve, a lonely figure. The only member of the

group that hasn't had sex with Mathers.

Not a believer of the professor or any of his promises.

He's in love with Rachel.

Shame she's fucking anything that moves.

Next is James, computer nerd and videographer of the group. He keeps the

website updated for the professor, but what Mathers doesn't know is that James

has been keeping a secret video diary for insurance purposes, as he's been

blackmailing the professor for a number of years.

Last but not least, we have the beautiful but deadly Victoria Jordan,

psychic, witch, fortune teller, calling to join the witch hunt by Mathers to

unnerve the group.

Who knows the real reason why she is there?

But she alone steers the group towards the Crowley diary.

Martha? Finished your first draft yet, George?

Not quite, Nan.

What does not quite mean, George?

Well, if you let me continue to work, maybe I'll be able to get the first

draft to you in the next couple of days.

Have you been able to place Crowley into the story?

I'm working on it, Martha. I'm working on it.

What the hell are we meeting now, Yeovil?

Couldn't we have met back at the restaurant?

We need to get that diary back, Mr. Carney. Whoever gave it to you before is

too late.

Why? What have you found?

It's real.

Seems to be anyway.

I've been searching for evidence in this book for years. Many years.

But now, to touch it scares me. The power it contains.

Remember that old parchment book I showed you on witchcraft and demonology?

Yes, of course.

Well, it seems Cronin was able to transfer the contents of that book. And

the result is the diary.

But mentions in the scribbles, resurrection.

That's why the diary is called the Necromonicon.

I think, but I can't be sure, that whoever gave you this diary is trying to

bring Crowley back to life.

And you are the king.

But why me? I've got no connection with the occult. Have you been marked in any

way in recent days? Like a tattoo or cut or anything?

Nothing.

Have you met with a witch, a man or a woman in any way?

No, no one.

That's good for something.

Why? To be picked by the high priest, you need to be chosen.

And you need to be marked by the high priest before the ritual can start.

It's usually some man or woman.

Why, are you sure about this?

They come into your life unexpectedly.

It's an introduction by a friend or employee.

She gives you something of the opposite sex that you find attractive.

While they seduce you, they put a double stamp on your body.

She may even leave behind a piece of jewelry, a ring on a finger, a necklace

around your neck that will have to be retrieved before they can complete their

patrol transference.

Hey, are you planning on seeing anyone while you're here in New Orleans?

Yes. Somebody called Zelia.

It was arranged by my editor in New York. She also gave me the book.

No, no, no, no. You must avoid her.

She's part of a coven of witches that have played this region for many years.

If she contacts you, you tell her you're too busy and that you're going back to

New York. She must not see you.

Your life depends on it.

George.

How do you looking for me?

It's say you're still asleep, Mr. Carney.

And your dreams have come true.

Shall we?

How the hell did you get in here?

It's easy.

You can bribe anyone in New Orleans if you have enough money.

But why don't we dispense with the cha-cha and get down to the real reason

you are here?

Shall we?

If you like what you see.

Wait.

What for?

I want to fuck you.

Not make love to you. Understand?

What's the significance with the mask?

Crowley has always been theatrical.

He wore a mask as a way an illusionist would wear a dinner suit to perform his

magic. Not because he needed to, but because it would make him look like the

part for his audience.

And is this a picture of Crowley?

It was painted at the height of Crowley's power when he was at his most

prominent in the Cauldron of Witches.

It is said to be painted by the artist Lucian Freud.

So this must be Gorman House.

That is supposed to be where Crowley conducted all of his rituals as he

summoned up the devil, if you believe such things, Mr. Carney.

What can you tell me about Crowley's diary?

You know, Mr. Carney, most people get involved with the occult because of

Aleister Crowley.

They seem to be fascinated by his antics. Yeah, but what about the diary?

Crowley was the king of lies, Mr. Carney.

Never a true word.

Passed his lips.

You speak of the Necromonicon. It's a myth.

Many people have said that they have it, but it's all pack of lies.

It doesn't exist.

Here is the great book of witchcraft and demology, once owned by Alice de

Crowley. Said to be over 400 years old.

There are only a few of these books left in existence.

One in Germany, two in the UK, and one in France.

The other...

Well, you're staring at it.

It was written in words and symbols you or I will never understand, as you need

a key to break the code. But, Mr. Carney, if you have that key, you have

riches and pleasures beyond your imagination.

So is this the book that Crowley used to write his diary?

Yes, supposedly.

But as I said, it's a myth.

Like most things attached to Crowley, it doesn't exist.

One drink?

I'm looking for Zelia and Zhasky.

A friend.

She don't drink here no more. I was told that she did.

We're told wrong. Now, do you want a drink or not? My time's valuable.

I'll have a whiskey and a bit of lemon.

Is that a queers drink?

Just give us a whiskey.

It'll be ten bucks.

Don't touch.

You looking for Zelia?

I suppose I could help you.

If it's worth my while.

We get 50 now, and the rest of them will see Zelia.

A girl's gotta make a living, stranger.

Follow me.

Listen, I'm sure he'll be on the next plane back to New York, so don't worry

about it because I'll be keeping an eye on him until he leaves, all right?

Okay.

You'll find Zelia in here.

Zelia?

No need.

He's been sent by a friend.

Are you here to have a tattoo, Mr. Carney?

No, thanks.

Scared?

No, it's just, uh, not for me.

So what can I do for you?

Martha said you could give me some information.

About what?

A certain diary.

Diary?

You've got it with you?

Do you know what you have here, Mr Carney?

Tell me.

The most powerful magic known to man.

Not the white magic, Mr. Carney, as performed by your one of the male

illusionists in Las Vegas.

But black in its darkest form.

Like a nigger's cock.

So, Mr. Carney, you want to sell it?

It ain't mine to sell.

Everything has its price.

Even you.

So, what do you want to know?

Everything. Do you believe?

No, never have.

There are two people near to you that you love, but who love each other.

But then, lust is often taken

for love.

Power and passion within.

This ain't news.

It ain't nothing more that Martha didn't know or tell you.

You think that Martha told me that your wife ran off with your brother?

Possible. But you should know that your kids...

are not really your children, but your brothers.

Did you ever tell Martha that little secret?

Yeah, it's true, George.

Victoria wants to stay with me.

How long you been taking these?

The same time as you been fucking my wife.

So you want a coffee or a cigarette or anything like that before we get

started? I'll take a cigarette if you're off now.

So here's George Carney out here. You're in for New York to write a book.

And you've been here three days and you're due to leave later today. Is that

pretty much it, Mr. Carney? Is that correct?

Yeah, that's about it.

What do you write about?

Your biographies, thrillers, fiction.

You look like a fiction guy to me.

You know, I've, believe it or not, I've done a lot of writing myself.

I wrote a novel once about a serial killer down here in the valley.

It's a swamp book, you know.

It didn't do so well, unfortunately. That's why I'm still here doing this

shitty job interviewing creeps like you on murder charges.

But I suppose we all got to make a living, right, Mr. Carney?

What about that book?

Looks pretty expensive to me.

It's not even mine.

It's a client's. I thought you were a writer, not a private investigator.

That's my job.

I've been using the book for research.

Who's your client?

They're Cortell Publishing. They're out of New York.

Really? Can they verify that?

You can contact Martha Carswell. She'll confirm.

Carswell, you say? Okay, well, I might do that.

What are you researching?

A book on the account.

Another bullshit voodoo book that'll probably be made into a... Bullshit

film.

Yeah.

Okay, Mr. Carney, we'll check it out, but if there's a problem... Then I'm

gonna get right back to you, so don't be surprised.

Can I go now?

Yeah, you can go.

What about the book?

Take it with you.

Yeah, I gave him a rough time.

Now he didn't.

No, he didn't suspect a thing.

He doesn't even know you're involved.

You finished already, George?

I'm coming back.

Why? There's no more leads to follow.

Have you spoken to Zelia?

Yeah. And did you show her the diary?

Yes, I did.

And what did she say?

She confirmed it was Crowley's. Oh, good.

Good, George.

I'll see you as soon as you get back. Just email me what you've got so far.

Martha... Oh, shit.

Okay, George, so I've read the first draft, and it is interesting, it is, but

where is Crowley within the story?

It's coming, Martha.

Tell me something new about Alistair Crowley, something I didn't know.

I drew a blank, Martha.

What, even with Zelia?

Yes, even with Zelia.

Okay.

I'm going to give you the number of someone who might be able to help you.

But, George, I'd appreciate if you would call him sooner rather than later.

If one asks a serial killer

about his motive for murder, he'll probably tell you that someone told him

to do it.

Does that mean he practices in the black arts?

That he was an occultist?

Or that he even believed in the occult?

Or knew what the occult was?

Is it the fault of the devil?

Satan is, of course, the personal name of the devil.

He has many others, such as Beelzebub, Pan, Saturn, Lucifer, Pluto,

and so on.

But, of course, he's always known as the bad guy of the Bible.

always being blamed for the causes of man's illness, ills and misfortunes.

As for witchcraft, few people today are burnt by their neighbours as witches,

and only occasionally has the Black Mass been celebrated with a human sacrifice.

We are, it seems, back to the idea of a soul.

It may be immortal.

The occult is not only an idea, it is a way of life.

This is the first part of my lecture, which I hope you found informative, by

returning next week when we will deal with the daddy of all occultists.

An early member of the Golden Dawn, along with W.B. Yeats, Bram Stoker, he

is... Alastair Crowley, the author of the occultist's Bible, known as the Book

of the Law, better known to some as the Beast.

Six, six, six.

And heralded by the London newspaper, the Daily Express, February 23rd, 1923,

as the wickedest man in the world.

So, I hope to see you again.

If your nightmares are not too bad.

It was good of you to see me, Professor.

Oh, any friend of Martha's?

No, sir.

So, Mr.

Carney, what can I do for you?

Well, Martha said if anybody knew about the occult, then you would.

Yes.

Yeah, Mr. Carney, I do believe in the occult.

Not as a skeptic, but as a religion.

Black art stayed back as far as the Bible.

So, Professor, what can you tell me about this guy, this occultist, Alistair

Crowley? Where can I start?

Crowley's not an occultist.

Crowley is the occultist.

Just as Elizabeth is the monarch of all England, Crowley is the high priest of

the devil.

As I said in my lecture, if anyone deserves to be called the son of Satan,

then Crowley is your man.

He laid his hand on you, you were destined to die.

But Crowley is no more.

Dead. What's this? Is this research for an article of some kind?

No, I write graphic novels.

Comic books.

Interesting. Crowley's not a man to be taken lightly.

There are several documents in existence about Crowley.

Some I've written myself.

There was talk of a diary.

A kind of book of the dead, passed down from generation to generation like the

Bible before it, but long forgotten, or maybe it never existed.

Well, before you ask, there is a printed version, but it may as well be on sale

in a joke shop.

As none of Crowley's moods are nightmares,

there was talk of a book, a secret book, written just before he died.

Maybe that was the diary.

Maybe just a rumor Do you know what this diary looks like professor? It was

written from the skin of human flesh Sacrificed to the devil from the death

camps of Nazi Germany Take a look at page 13

Magnificent if it's

true it was rumored that Crowley bought the very land that Selwyn was burnt on,

but later sold it to some unsuspecting soul who built a holiday camp with a log

cabin.

It was built from the very wood that burnt Lenore.

As a sentiment of love, Winston LaMatta, the person who bought the land from

Crowley, named the hotel after his wife, Elwood.

Mr. C.

Oh, how wonderful to see you.

But it was later to be changed back to Harrow Woods by his son, Winston Junior,

after the location where it was built.

But then it happened.

Winston Jr. killed his wife for the very same reason and he was never found

either.

What happened to the hotel?

A mystery.

Nobody knows or cares.

Maybe another of the many rumors that surrounded Crowley.

Maybe it just didn't exist, Mr. Carney.

Well, I just don't know.

What did the professor say?

Supposedly, whoever owns the book can conjure up the dead.

What do you think? Could this be Crowley, our masked villain?

I've seen this face before.

You can't move for fucking traffic lights. They're always red.

What?

What the hell is that joker thing he's doing?

Fucking Russians.

Do you know how much it's gonna cost to repair that damage?

Someone after you? Yes

You're

safe now Thank you.

Who are they?

I don't know.

One minute I'm traveling downtown.

The next, a taxi driver gets shot.

Would you like to telephone the police?

Do I have to?

No. Only if you want to.

Okay.

No, thanks.

Would you like a drink?

What do you got?

Brandy.

Yeah, good idea.

Is that for the man we're after?

I don't know. Maybe.

May I?

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Is it real?

It's supposed to be.

You have here probably the most important book known to the occult

world. No wonder someone's chasing you.

Are you a religious man?

Not really.

If not, then...

I'm afraid no one can save your soul.

This is no mortal man by all accounts.

A member of the O.T.O.

An originator of the Golden Dawn.

But it was here in New York that he started a secret group that

still exists today.

They share their Sabbath at the end of November each year.

But this year is doubly important because it is the anniversary of

Crowley himself.

What is your connection with this man?

None that I know of.

There must be something.

When is your birthday?

October the 12th.

You were born on the same day as Crowley.

These people are looking to make a sacrifice on that very day, and you are

it.

They want to substitute you for him.

But they must mark you in some way.

Has this been done?

Like this.

The date is the day after tomorrow.

I'm afraid you've been chosen.

I'm sorry, my boy.

Crowley is a powerful adversary.

I need to... leave.

What the hell are you doing here, Martha?

I've come for the diary.

What? You heard.

Why?

I thought it was time to give it to somebody else.

See if they could make a success of it.

You want a drink?

Why not?

Brandy? You got whiskey?

Yeah.

Make mine a whiskey with a bit of lemon twist.

So why the change of heart?

No reason.

So, you want to put it in my mouth or my cunt?

I don't think that's a good idea.

Really?

What is?

Oh, it's nothing.

No!

What is, Martha? No!

Okay,

Martha.

Whatever you say.

It's you.

I know why you brought me here.

You're not going to use me as a sacrifice. I know what you're up to.

You think you can bring Crowley back by killing him just because I got the same

birthday as him? Well, it ain't going to happen.

Do you really think that you were brought here because you were born on

the same day as the monster?

Mr. Crowley.

You were brought here because you are the great son of the Great East.

And the blood that runs through your veins once ran through the master

himself.

And that blood will be used to bring your great beast back to the flood.

You do remember, you know, that night that you fucked.

The sperm that runs through your veins is now deep

inside you.

Yes, Mr. Carr, you are going to be a father.

And when the child is born, you'll be schooled in the teaching of the master

himself.

Until the time he can take over, become the new head of our order, as Alistair

Crowley did before.

For the beast will be reborn again.

Get off, Max!

It's time, man.

I invoke thee, O boneless one,

the creator of earth and heaven.

The creator of day and life, Modo Varela,

Joe A.V.

Oh, darling.

Before you ask me, I want it.

George!

George! You can't escape!

You're trapped in here with me!

They say the devil's work is never done, and I can vouch for that, as a day never

goes by where I'm not collecting the next soul.

The book has many pages.

Some need to be filled in, but I'm sure with the help of George Carney, they

will be.

I still have a lot of work to do.

So...