HUNDRED ELEVEN

SPECIAL CHAPTER ELEVEN: ABIGAIL

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Special chapters serve to shed light on the perspectives of minor characters, providing insight into their roles in the unfolding narrative.

In the dimly lit expanse of my bedroom, I meticulously completed the intricate summoning circle as the surrounding candles flickered.

The ancient symbols, drawn with a mixture of my blood and black ink, seemed to pulse with a life of their own. I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves. Ophelia had said something that disturbed my peace.

It could as well be the ramblings of a woman close to death. But I knew better than to dismiss things.

I spoke the incantation, my voice firm and clear.

The air grew thick with power, and the circle began to glow.

The temperature dropped, and I could see my breath in the cold air.

In the center of the circle, a figure began to form, his presence dark and imposing.

"Asmodeus," I called, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart.

"You summoned me. Is it one