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I looked at the caption and I was attracted to it. The words caught my attention chanting for celestial power to rule the world. One day after work I washed and decided to read as soon as I opened the book a small white substance in a form of powder fell. The words in the small book were not eligible. But some bold words began to scroll through the booklet. I practiced and after I had use three volumes I was stack and therefore needed an elixir in order to progress. I was told one of the elixirs was two billion dollars.

Not that Jon had anything to say to her. The day had been taken up by this seemingly fruitless search, until in the dingiest part of the store, in a crumbling red book published in 1900, he found the name. The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation.

For the 'three keys', it means there are three methods to convert mana into magic spells. The first method, the 'first key' or the 'creation' key— is through 'chanting' and 'reciting' the keywords of the magic spell in some specific languages. Since the language that we typically communicate with is considered a safe verbal language (or language that is too weak to activate any magic spells verbally), it is necessary to learn the unsafe verbal language (or language that could activate magic spells that could harm others verbally). Then magic spells could be easily cast by simply reciting and chanting the keywords in the right tone and rhythm and with the right amount of mana manipulation.

Words that… words that a madman said to try to flood our lands with evil. The original book was full of magic–ancient magic. Dark and endless. It stole parts of his soul every time he said words he didn’t understand. But I understand these words as I crack the pages–printed in neat ink on simple printer paper, not weathered, yellowing papyrus. Misty’s scribbles leave indents in pen under the printed symbols–a translation done to the best of her abilities. I have to trust her. She’s the brightest mind of the family, but if she got one single translation wrong… and I say it?

I asked her after she finished. “The book of shadows is a very powerful book. It is enchanted in itself and contains thousands of spells and information about magical objects that no one ever heard about. It is an ancient book, a treasure of knowledge and great asset to any witch" she replied with some hope in her eyes that got me hoping as well. I smiled at her and she smiled back. “Enough talking. Now let us start training before the boys come back for dinner and lover boy stares at you” I felt my cheeks heat up and she giggled loudly.

Mika asked. “It was pure evil!I shouldnt have read it.” Veronica cried. “What was that pure evil?” Pressed Mika. “The book had kinds of spells. Dark magic. I found a page, a spell on bringing people back to life.I followed the instructions and bought all the things stated on making the spell come to life. I then began to chant the words in the book.” “So are you telling us that by chanting the words in that book, you have waken up some type of evil that is now taking over people who were supposed to be lying quietly in their coffins? is that what you are saying?” asked Mika.

I pouted my lips even more and bowed down. "Priestess Eridette De Abarak," I answered. "What's the name of the first book of Magic?" "Runes from Grimoire," I pouted my lips more and more. And I want him to feel so guilty! How can he do this to me?! "How many people died at Amberian War," his deep voice change into an intense one. I glanced at him and saw him making a serious but weird expression. W-why is he staring at me like that now?!

Then she heard a child’s cry, a baby’s whimper, a husband’s calls, and a woman's screeches. She pulled back quickly touching her heart, "what the hell is that?!" Ena closed the book, exiting a deep sigh, "this book was never written. It wrote itself. What you heard was its ink, the souls it uses to carve each word. It captures every fear. Every last word. The tears that fell from its victims and with that it creates. We call this Soul Magic. The darkest in the world. Not one created, or that was at the beginning of time. No. This is one we created ourselves, one we fuel with our every breath. Do you want to destroy the book? You first must destroy the whole world, for as long as evil desires

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I wanted to be enraged but I didn't understand how to feel about a book laughing at me. After what seemed like forever, the book stopped and laid back on the table. "'What is the secret word?"' the book said, with traces of laughter in its voice. I didn't have time for the book's games. I had less than 30 hours to train and prepare myself for the challenge. The book wasn't helping matters. I said the next thing that came to my mind. "Alizon. The gem of Alizon." The book kept quiet then flipped its pages open. It stopped at one and words began to appear on them. Once that was done, a mist of glow came out from the book.