Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 18

The compartment holds a skin pouch darkened with age, I pulled the drawstrings open after I placed it on the work table and pulled its content out.

It was a book, the size of a paperback novel and about three inches thick covered protectively by a leather dust jacket. I inspected the book carefully; taking notice on how great the dust jacket looks like with its gold intricate lattice borders and gold spine but it doesn’t have any title or names in it that indicate what this book is for.

I removed the protective leather off and saw that the bookcover is nothing but plain, it doesn’t have the intricate designs that the dust jacket possess although the book itself is rather weird.

It’s a plain hard leather void of any designs well except if you call the creases and wrinkles in the leather designs, it has nothing in it.

“This book is really weird.” I mumbled to myself. 

Yes, the book itself is plain in the naked eye but I sense that this book is just the tip of an iceberg. There is something dangerous yet familiar with it, something that I can’t discern and why hide it? Grandma never mentioned the existence of this book.

I opened the book and I chuckled, there’s another bookcover under the first one but if the previous cover is plain this one is magnificently designed. Intricate lattice border, the same one that the dust jacket has lined the sides of the page and a single painted rosebud dominated the whole area.

I walked back to the fireplace to check if there are more things inside the compartment when I noticed something peeking under the floor rug where I tripped myself before.

 I pulled the rug away to expose the drawn white circle underneath it. It didn’t take long for me to recognize that it’s a summoning circle with runic symbols drawn along the circle.

Why was Grandma doing here?

That's when I remembered that Ana once told me that Grandma summoned her. Maybe this is what she used to call Ana and the book might be the one she used to summon her. It might be a Spell book.

I run back towards the work table and once again opened the book; to my dismay all its pages are blank.

I try turning the yellowish pebbled pages again to see any writings in it but I still failed, it was totally blank.

“This is useless!” I screamed in frustration as I again randomly opened the pages of the book until I noted that the pages are not just ordinary old paper, it’s not uniform in size as if whoever created and bounded this book never thought of cutting the paper straight and properly. 

Taking a closer inspection in it I noticed that it has a bumpy texture in it just like soft sandpaper and it had a few dark and brown splotches in every page, it reminds me of deer leather that are left to dry itself without being stretched out.

Wow, maybe the pages are made of deer leather that was why it deformly shrunk into varying sizes.

I turned the page back to the rosebud cover and carefully run my fingers in its surface. The design is really beautiful to look at; the dark red rosebud was drawn so perfectly that it resembled a real rosebud complete with a long stem covered with thorns.

I distractedly continue running my fingers on its surface until a gasp in shock when I felt a painful prick in my ring finger, its bleeding and my blood dropped in the book, staining the drawings.

I immediately stopped the bleeding and proceed to clean the blood stain as much as I can without staining the cover more and no one would ever believe what happened next.