As Matt combs through his memory of the crusty occult tomes he managed to dig up between San Francisco and Oakland, New York and London, Seattle and Vancouver--and of course, whatever the internet was willing to offer him. He recalls reams of sigils and their explanations, woodcuts ranging from ghastly to ridiculous, and of course, catalogs of names. Forneus is a great marquesse, like unto a monster of the sea, he maketh men woondeffull in rhetorike. Pucel speaketh verie darklie of things hidden, he teacheth geometrie and all the liberall arts. Murmur is a great duke and an earle, appearing in the shape of a--
What did Murmur appear as?
Ultimately, it was the supernal that attracted Matt more than the infernal. The cycles of life and death, the ecstatic machinery of the universe. Gods and prayers and the sacredness of breath. So some of what Sebastian has to say sounds familiar, and all of it sounds plausible. But he's never heard all of these pieces combined in quite this way. ]
Selling souls sounds familiar, [ he allows after a moment, in a curious murmur. ] I think I'd need mine for magic, though. I definitely wouldn't want to sell it to win someone's unrequited heart, that sounds fucking awful.
[ He blinks, glancing up to Sebastian with a smile. ]
But, ah ... if it really does work the same for both our worlds, then I see where I went wrong for sure. I'll give up a lot for the right goal, but the concept of spitting on God doesn't really resonate with me. Or "God" as a singular being it's possible to sin against? So yeah, skipped that step for sure.
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As Matt combs through his memory of the crusty occult tomes he managed to dig up between San Francisco and Oakland, New York and London, Seattle and Vancouver--and of course, whatever the internet was willing to offer him. He recalls reams of sigils and their explanations, woodcuts ranging from ghastly to ridiculous, and of course, catalogs of names. Forneus is a great marquesse, like unto a monster of the sea, he maketh men woondeffull in rhetorike. Pucel speaketh verie darklie of things hidden, he teacheth geometrie and all the liberall arts. Murmur is a great duke and an earle, appearing in the shape of a--
What did Murmur appear as?
Ultimately, it was the supernal that attracted Matt more than the infernal. The cycles of life and death, the ecstatic machinery of the universe. Gods and prayers and the sacredness of breath. So some of what Sebastian has to say sounds familiar, and all of it sounds plausible. But he's never heard all of these pieces combined in quite this way. ]
Selling souls sounds familiar, [ he allows after a moment, in a curious murmur. ] I think I'd need mine for magic, though. I definitely wouldn't want to sell it to win someone's unrequited heart, that sounds fucking awful.
[ He blinks, glancing up to Sebastian with a smile. ]
But, ah ... if it really does work the same for both our worlds, then I see where I went wrong for sure. I'll give up a lot for the right goal, but the concept of spitting on God doesn't really resonate with me. Or "God" as a singular being it's possible to sin against? So yeah, skipped that step for sure.