As the flame engulfs
the entirity of the pages.

Wrinkled. Spit on.
Shaped iron; Cast away.
Left for the blazing fire.

With powerful and grand tongues,
from those spoken long ago;
The Ancient Elder Mages.

A Magick spell;
He whispers to the Ashe:

"With creation of my gains,
O Succubus, no longer do I dwell!
My willpower legendary.
You may had been one of the...