Josiah’s P.O.V

As Asmodyus went to clean himself up in a nearby spring, I followed Madame Morana back into the house. She escorted me into a room just off of the bedroom. It was dark, a cold draft kept the room captive as Madame Morana used her magic to light a plethora of candles meticulously placed around the room.

Along the floor was a pentagram of a symbol I couldn’t recognize. I twisted my head slightly as I tried to make it out. I looked up as the scent ...