Chapter Two

Olivia made her way to her grandmother's old home, the one place that still held some comfort for her. As she entered, she was overwhelmed by the memories that flooded back to her. She walked through the empty halls, her footsteps echoing throughout the house.

However, as Olivia walked through her grandmother's home, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The house was usually filled with her grandmother's presence, but now it felt empty and still.

As she reached the attic, Olivia noticed a small, dusty book on the shelf. It looked like it had been untouched for years. Curious, she picked it up and blew off the dust. As she opened it, she realized that it was an ancient incantation. Her grandmother had always been interested in the supernatural, and Olivia knew that this book must have belonged to her.

After she took the book with her, she went down from the attic and went to her grandmother’s old study room. Olivia then sat down at her grandmother's old desk, running her fingers over the cover of the book. It was ancient, the leather cover worn and frayed with age. She wondered how many people before her had touched this book, how many secrets it held.

As she flipped through the pages, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. The symbols on the pages were intricate and unfamiliar, the drawings of the demons menacing and unsettling. But Olivia couldn't tear her eyes away from the pages, drawn in by the mysterious text.

But all of a sudden, she stopped. She started to feel bothered by what she was doing. She did not think it was wrong, but she thought that it felt too weird and eerie.

“But this is just a book…” Olivia then whispered to herself.

Olivia tried to push those eerie thoughts aside, but they kept nagging at her. She found herself returning to the book, reading the incantation over and over again. She didn't know why, but she couldn't resist the pull of the mysterious text.

Olivia couldn't resist the temptation to read through the incantation. As she began to read the Latin poem, she could feel the words vibrating through her bones. The poem spoke of anger and vengeance, and how what goes around comes back around. It was as if the words were coming alive on the page, and Olivia could feel a strange energy emanating from the book.

When she felt a sudden jolt of energy and heat in her body and from the book, she stopped again, and let go of the book. But for some reason, a voice deep inside her mind kept saying that she has to continue. It coaxed her to keep going.

She wanted to stop. Olivia wanted to just leave, but it was too difficult to resist the temptation of doing it. Something inside her is making her want to do it. 

And with shaking hands, Olivia opened the book once more and read the incantation aloud. The words echoed throughout the empty house, and Olivia felt a sudden surge of power coursing through her veins.

As she continued to read, Olivia started to feel uneasy. She began to wonder if the book was cursed or if there was something sinister hidden within its pages. Despite her growing fear, she couldn't bring herself to put the book down. It was as if something was drawing her deeper and deeper into its spell.

"Vindicta est mea, ira est mea, actio est mea,

Quod redit ad me, repeto in illos qui mihi nocuerunt.

Tu, Fortuna, arma mihi da,

ut inimicos meos vincerem et malos ad malum traherem…”

Suddenly, Olivia heard a creaking sound from behind her. She turned around, but there was no one there. She brushed it off as her imagination and continued reading. 

“Sicut seminis malus spargitur,

itaque mala in eos qui mihi nocuerunt descendat,

donec mea vindicta et ira satis sit."

Olivia's heart began to race as she finished reading the incantation. Suddenly, she felt a gust of wind sweep through the attic and she stumbled backwards, dropping the book onto the dusty floorboards. As she looked up, she saw a figure emerging from the shadows.

At first, Olivia couldn't make out what or who it was, but as the figure got closer, she realized that it was a man - a very handsome man. He had long, flowing hair that cascaded down his back in silky waves and piercing, almost red eyes that seemed to look right through her. She was immediately struck by his beauty and charm.

But as he got closer, Olivia began to sense something ominous about him. There was a darkness that seemed to emanate from him, and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She tried to shake off the feeling, but it only grew stronger as he came closer.

The man looked at her with a sly smile, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light. Olivia couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear in the pit of her stomach, even as she was drawn to him. She knew that she should be afraid of him, but at the same time, she couldn't resist his magnetism.

He extended his hand towards her, and as she reached out to take it, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body. The man's touch was cold and calculating, and she could feel his power coursing through her veins. She knew that she had summoned something far beyond her control, and she was both terrified and exhilarated by it.

As the man leaned in closer to her, Olivia could feel his breath on her neck, his lips almost brushing against her skin. She knew that she should pull away, but she couldn't. His aura was too strong, too intoxicating. She was completely under his spell.

With a devilish grin, the man whispered in her ear, "You called, and I have come. What is it that you desire?"