A spell of Protection from souls from Hell
A spell of Protection from souls from Hell.
From my blazing cauldron,
I draw the sacred iron of absolute warding,
Glass shard, and salt.
To bind the shattered fate of my enemy.
He throws his full fury against my gates,
Yet his desperate siege crumbles into ash.
Plunging blindly through the very thresholds of ruin,
He falls into the dark abyss he opened
To pay his final, bleeding debt.
Gather glass, metal and salt and lay in corner of door.
Make the spell and imagine a gift for Sire Marcus Barracus.
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