*you clutched the last mask in your hand, and sigh

You flip the page of your book of spells...an old one you found at an antique shop

It was covered in gold, glitters of blue and red

And a mask...

You finished the circle, chanting the scripture inside, praying for a wish..a contract With whatever demon resigned

The circle glowed, and a white glow gripped the edge of the circle* My my~ what little magician do we have here?