He stood at a desolate and lonely place where there would be no interruption, no prying eyes. The air smelled metallic with freshly spilled blood; the body of a decapitated virgin kid goat lay nearby. He had no alloyed metal about him but for a thin-bladed sword of fine steel he held in his right hand; that arm was naked, his shirt sleeve rolled up to the bicep. A silver coin wrapped in paper nestled in his waistcoat pocket. Before him burned a fire of white wood. His name was Johannes Cabal and he was summoning a demon.
– Highlighted by Lachlan Hardy in Johannes Cabal the Necromancer by Jonathan L. Howard
He stood at a desolate and lonely place where there would be no interruption, no prying eyes. The air smelled metallic with freshly spilled blood; the body of a decapitated virgin kid goat lay nearby. He had no alloyed metal about him but for a thin-bladed sword of fine steel he held in his right hand; that arm was naked, his shirt sleeve rolled up to the bicep. A silver coin wrapped in paper nestled in his waistcoat pocket. Before him burned a fire of white wood. His name was Johannes Cabal and he was summoning a demon.
– Highlighted by Lachlan Hardy in Johannes Cabal the Necromancer by Jonathan L. Howard
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