The Abysmal Records

Divine Tree Realm

"Okay, so now that we have a Primordial with us, passage into the Unseen will be harder to control until you get your shit together Dean," Richard says, walking a couple feet away.

"Your aura is everywhere, it's interacting with all the different correspondences around," Richard holds his hand up to his mouth and blows out a green smoke. As the smoke got closer to Dean and Erebus, it changed from a bright green color to a greyish black. It kind of looked like the energy that Dean had seen come from the dragon last week, but it was more devoid of all light. The smoke floated over to Erebus, his eyes shining bright gold from behind his shades.

"I am a Primordial and as such I have no obligation to suppress my energy field like you mortals," taking a deep inhale, all the lights on the street start to flicker. On his exhale a howl rang through the shadows, his energy blanketing the stars.

"Woah Erebus, could you dial it back a bit," Dean jolts at the total darkness. "Not sure how many people would appreciate the sky going dark." Erebus condenses his energy into his humanoid form, his image fraying at the sides.

"What did that prove other than you being a righteous asshole?" Richard mutters his arms across his chest and shivering slightly.

"Okay," Dean intersects, "what am I supposed to do to stop fucking with circumstances?"

The staff's whispers faint, Dean holds his hand out.

"In the time before the light came forth,
In the space where chaos soared,
I reach for my gnosis.
The path is given to my blood,
Reveal thyself to me."

Dean's hand pressed upon an invisible wall for a moment, his small and press opening a giant circle in the air in front of him. Black liquid starts to fall out of the hole in front of him, pooling at the ground for a moment. The black ooze slowly started to form a solid, turning from a puddle into a big black book, bound together with gold chains.

He picks up the book and tosses it in his hand, the weight of the book extremely light for the size of it. Flipping through the first few pages, shifting symbols and sigils flow across the pages. The pages' writings completely unknown to Dean, He knew that this book was something of his past.
"A person's gnosis or technique is passed down through a heritage," Richard explains, "while most manifest as a book there are a lot of different heirlooms a magician can have."

Richard looks on with a mixture of disgust and awe, his nose scrunched up. "I got mine from under one of Tapio's roots," he holds out a gold seed in his hand, about the size of a quarter, and a flower grows out of it. The flowers petals tightly wound, flower grew in size until it burst, a small green book made of dried leaves for paper came out. Richard opened the book to the first page and twisted his fingers in a weird pose.

"Through seed and decay,
The Lord of the Wood is as my kin.
To protect what grows and flows through the woods,
Will you dance with me?
Tapio,
Lord of the Ancient Forest of light and shadows,
Give aid to your kin."

The leaves around began to rustle and swirl around Richard, his eyes focused on a section of trees.

"I'll get us a nature path in order to guide us to the Council of Light." Richard ruffled through his Gagi until he came to a page, then closed his eyes and symbols in a radiant green light began to form on the trees in front of him. The woods in front of him began to sway and creek, the trees bending into an arch. As the treetops connected, Richard's magic etching symbols onto the surface of the trees, the forest settled down with his exhale.

Richard starts walking toward the treeline, his nonchalant attitude replaced with an aura of respect. As he walked on the path Dean noticed his image distorted as he walked through the arch. Looking behind him and waving back, he walks into the trees, completely disappearing through the arch.