Contributor: Michael Wen
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As soon as Brad added the purple powder to the kylix a filmy white vapor began to ooze out of the top of the shallow bowl. He began the chant, struggling to reproduce the exotic syllables denoted by the ancient script. At the fifth repetition tiny strands of the smoke began to separate, swirl and weave. After the tenth one a pair of bulbous compound eyes could be discerned. He stopped chanting after the twentieth time and prostrated in front of the altar. The smoke formed proboscis began to twitch and a buzzing voice at once inchoate and thunderous streamed into Brad’s ears.
“Again? Have you no better use for precious Black Sea purple Operculum powder than to court repeated rejection?”
“Hear me out, Lord Beelzebub, for I offer not the same exchange as before. I am aware by now that my soul is not...
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Michael Wen
