Chapter 33. |Monks and Mayhem |

Day 23.

I had stayed up all the night with the book. 

It was the oddest book I had ever seen. I sat at my desk in my small room, and carefully opened the black book. It was the most confusing thing I had ever seen but yet I had been savagely drawn to it, like it held some sort of secrets I was supposed to uncover.

It contained writings, inscriptions in different languages and handwritings, like the book had been passed down from hand to hand and each person had left their own impact in it. Each page filled with strange writings and drawings, each making no sense yet all connected. Staring at the last few, empty pages that made the book incomplete, I had felt the urge to put down my own piece, to complete it. To write something down. What was this feeling?

Where had Blake's mom gotten the book from? The weird dream I had had not answered that question at all, all I knew was that this book was connected to Azazel