Come unto him, you who would know those secret, midnight things. The Master of the Witching Way, the God of the earth; that Old Spry Devil, hard of horn and hard of hoof, has summoned you here. His fire burns in your blood, revealing unto you the Ways betwixt and between. You are as He: neither fully human, nor fully beast. Neither good nor evil, betwixt all things. Revel in all the pleasures and torments of this world. Be free, a slave unto no one and nothing, for our Master is not our ruler, but a Master or our Ways from whom we may learn all secrets. Come unto the Old One, the Dark Man, and renounce all you were for all you could and will be.
The Devil
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