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Sorcerer Silas of the Platonic Shadow (#4949)

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The Last ritual of Sorcerer Silas

It was late on the day as the setting sun illuminated the sky with dark orange light.

Sorcerer Silas had waited many months for this moment; the seven planets had to be located at the right angles in the zodiac for the Ritual he was about to perform to succeed.

Now, he was standing in the wilderness somewhere in between the Wired House and the Sacred Pillars.

His rune, the one of the Sun, was drawn on parchment and laid out in the South, a Red Frog, the familiar he conjured during his Thelemis initiation ceremony, was sitting at the centre of the rune. In the North lay a basket with a single giant green quantum mushroom.

He looked to the West; the Sun was creeping below the horizon. He waited until the last ray of light hit the sky above the sacred space he had prepared. Now the ceremony could start.

He began by facing the East, looking towards the Sacred Pillars, a place of tremendous power, slowly reciting the incantations taught to him by his master **Aleister Crowley**. A large flaming pentagram appeared floating a few inches above the ground as he spoke in ancient tongues. Silas kept his focus strong and moved to face the South, the Sacred Tower reaching high up in the distance, continuing to speak mysterious words only Thelemists knew the meaning off. A second flaming pentagram appeared before him. Slowly, he moved to the West, a fresh breeze of air from the salty sea brushed his face, he noticed it but kept his concentration firm on the ongoing Ritual, a third flaming pentagram appeared before him. He finally moved to face North, the snowy peaks of the large earthy mountains were still illuminated by the now set sun; he recited a last secret four-letter word. With this, the last flaming pentagram faded onto the material plane in front of him.

Silas was now surrounded by four human-sized flaming stars, one in each direction. He was ready to start the summoning part of the Ritual. He took the green mushroom out of the basket and looked towards the South, where the Red Frog was still calmly sitting on the rune behind the pentagram.

He cut the quantum mushroom into five equal parts, placing four of them on the ground in each of the four cardinal directions. He ate the last piece, chewing it for a long time while trying to ignore the bitter taste. He swallowed it and immediately felt great power rising in him. He remembered from **Magus Devon’s** instructions that this power does not last long, so he now moved on to the last part of the Ritual.

He intently stared at the Red Frog, slowly whispering the evocations found in an ancient book written by a **Void Disciple named Faustus**. As he channelled more power into the familiar, the rune on the ground started to glow and release smoke and fog; he kept whispering until the frog could no longer be seen through the dense white cloud that formed around it. Then he knew. The Ritual was successful. He stopped making any noise and froze still while staring into to fog.

As it slowly dissolved, a tall figure was revealed. It had a pointy red cap covering the head with pointed ears and a pointy moustache. A long red mantle was hanging over a brownish vest; in its right hand, the figure held a skull that itself was releasing some sort of smoke or foggy glimmer, around his left arm curled up a red snake with its head resting on the shoulder.

Silas gasped for air as he realised that he had finally achieved a great Ritual; only a few wizards ever dared even to try. He had summoned Mephistopheles, the devil himself.

While Silas tried to find some words to say to the ruler of the underworld, Mephistopheles spoke with a thundering voice:

Here I am, oh you who have dared to Summon the Devil.

I shall not answer those not willing to see chaos unravel, I shall not serve those who know just the magic of light,

If you worship the Abyss, you may now prove your might.

Suddenly Silas felt himself crashing to the ground, his sight was fading into darkness, and the last thing he saw before losing conscience was a slight grin on the devil’s face...

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