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A perfect circle traced in blood, with geomantic cardinals marked to match, and a Lein-in-Title of a House of the Dimmed, of Earth Under Earth.
One candle, minimal, of dead men's fat, melting into the eyes of a bestial skull.
A Word of Invitation: Abjuration of Heaven.
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Hail thee, magician. Name thy desire.
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"I will know your prices first. What can be got, for a soul."
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A bargainer? I like thee rare. For most, their fate for their desire. For thee, the earth free for thy free will.
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"Earth. Your dam (mother) can have the earth. I your Grandsire am the <span class="mu-s">Sky</span>."
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Brief morsel know your PLACE
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"Feih. What good comes from speaking to servants. Bid your Rank Venerable here. Or whomever masters you."
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Dust and breath that dares to speak
b̸̡̡͚̼̦̣̥̠̰͇́̿̀̾̌̏͛͌͌͂l̸̫̱̯͉̪̘͎͔̋̍a̶̡͕̤͇̍̏͗͐s̴̥̥͉͒̿͘t̵͕̠͇̙̙̃͂̾̒́͒̕͘ ̷̱̝̪͚̯̈́̌t̵̳͙͙͖̞̗̝̖͆͊̈́̓̃̂͘h̸͓͉̯̋̓̋̈́̊̿͐y̶̧̭̜̥͚͕͔̣͔̾̂̇̀̚ ̶̘͓͎̙͌̌̚ͅm̴̡̡̝̟͆ǐ̵̢̢̝͍̼̭̗͔͚͋̈̋̏͝͝n̷̬̺͍͉̉͜d̸̡̡̡͓̝̜͒̈́ ̸̙̘̘̉͂́̌̂̎͌̕͝͠a̸̧̨̛̹̳̪̪̹̰̪͂͊̌̈̍͆͝͝ͅn̵̨̢̮̼̫̟͚̹͋͑͘d̵̩̈́̋̀̽́̏̏͠͠ ̸͔̳͍͓̎f̴̛͚̂̏̔̏̾̏́͝l̴̛͔͋̿̀̈́̆̐̎ẽ̶͔̬̬͂̌̕͠ͅs̶̀̊̈̒͆̎͂͝ͅḩ̴̧̧̫̳͎͕̳̞͛̊̆̾̚ ̸̛͔̝̝͉̻̜̬̙̍̈͂F̵̙̭̟̼͈̦̀͝O̴̗̼̭̒̉͛R̶̡̹̗̱̪̰̰͖̫̋͐F̷̨͇́͒Ȇ̵̛̳̯͙̜͍͓̏̀̓ͅͅĮ̷̧̼̞̖̖͖͍͇̺̐̋̈́̓͒́̑T̶̢͙̠̪̥̉͜
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Profoundest Sorceress, Prodigious and Beautiful, how are you-
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"Are you gone deaf, dogsbody? I your Grandsire bade call your Overlord! Forget it! Now <span class="mu-s">I</span> will call!"
Another circle, made outside the first, encompassing it, activates. This one is simpler, savager: a trench of fingerbones tracing rude address, and a known Title of Ancient Envious Vanity.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">... ...</span></span>
"Mistress, Oneself your customer am dissatisfied. Oneself came to call with ready business, being observant of Territorial Courtesies, and am treated as a peddler at the door by this pig-addle. Not a table and a cup of tea, not even asking One's Great Name, but to One's Person, boor voice and lout hand raised! How shall you redress this."
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-s">... ..?</span></span>
"The mutterings of a gnat are hard to remember. "Mind blasted and flesh forfeit" was it? Mistress, One has some forty of this world's Souls in hand. One will gift them all to Yourself, to enjoy a Day's Dure at Whim 1 . In return, grant One permission to blast the mind of <span class="mu-i">this</span> for satisfaction, and to keep its body for suitable purpose. It is to be hoped that our business may resume hereafter. In good term."
1: Infernal Usages of Contractors and Traffickers.
Translated: a Cosmic Second's (437.5 earth years) worth of imprisonment with hard labor enforceable by Corralage Means (crops and goads, usually), but no Grievous Means (degradation; defiling) and no Torment (crf Divine Comedy, Jade Record, Perek Helek, Hundred Paths Brahmana &c) permitted.
Unless <span class="mu-b"> Someone </span> finds out and manages to interfere, they are very very done.
