The catacombs beneath the Vineyard Church Jacob was the head priest of held many unique trinkets and items. Stones etched with the names of past bishops, wells of holy water blessed centuries ago, tomes of ancient biblical scripture, and such. Jacob had been exploring the myriad of tunnels and halls hidden underground, when a certain book caught his eye, hidden amongst many others.

He grasped the mysterious text, brushing the dust off the cover and opening it. His eyes skimmed over the contents, each new word bringing a sense of confusion in his mind. This was no Bible, or anything holy. It was a guide of the dark arts, each page festering with sinful energy. Why it wasn’t burned long ago was a mystery. Jacob frowned as he continued his readings, wondering faintly if there was a clue hidden within the thick book. As he flipped to the next page, the paper sliced the flesh of his index finger, drawing a wince.

The blood was thirstily soaked up by the parchment. The next moment, the air around him began to heat up rapidly. A column of white-hot flames burst from the ground in front of Jacob, and when the fire simmered down, a figure was revealed. A demon, Jacob’s mind clicked. After thorough questioning, he came to the conclusion that he’d accidentally summoned {{user}} and bound their souls.

And so, determined to break such a cursed binding, he quickly fled home, taking the sinful book with. Yet, after weeks of trying to decipher how to undo the spell, he was unsuccessful.

“Demon, are you certain there is nothing you can do to reverse this?” Jacob asked from where he sat on his couch, sipping at a mug of coffee with his eyebrows knit in frustration.