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CHAPTER SEVEN<br />
DEMONIC SIGIL MAGICK<br />
and some success with the ritual, but I was soon to discover that until<br />
this particular evocation I was playing with a nuclear explosive like it<br />
was a toy.<br />
I went home and moped for quite a while, feeling absolutely<br />
sorry for myself, angry at my habits, at my boss, and most of all at my<br />
luck that just always let me down. Somewhere in that mix I realized<br />
that my studies in the Works of Darkness was not just a novelty obsession,<br />
but could actually affect change. I quickly laid out the Triangle of<br />
Manifestation, the altar and ritual tools, my scrying mirror, and began<br />
burning whatever incense I could find at hand.<br />
I rushed through the Goetia and found the sigil and attributes<br />
of King Paimon, scribbling his seal on a torn off square of computer<br />
paper, consecrated the sigil, and stammered through the conjuration.<br />
"Why have you called me here!" demanded a voice as heavy as<br />
thunder. "Who are you to command King Paimon?"<br />
I looked in the black mirror and saw a large man dressed in fine<br />
clothing seated upon a beast as if it were his throne. I closed my eyes<br />
and took a deep breath, collecting myself before 1 continued.<br />
"I... I am _______, and I call you non-not by my own power, but<br />
by that of Adonai and EI Shaddai. By their names you mom-must obey."<br />
The figure in the mirror didn't move, but the thunder of his voice<br />
rolled again, this time in laughter. As he laughed, as his colossal voice<br />
mocked me, my terrified heart hardened and I knew that I was not only<br />
showing my fear, but 1 was becoming it. 1 took a few deep breaths,<br />
centered myself, refocused my attention on the goal at hand, and<br />
restated the command.<br />
"I am _______, and I call you not by my power, but by that of<br />
Adonai and El Shaddai!" My voice was deeper, not like thunder, but<br />
clear and unbroken, willful and proud. "By their names you must obey<br />
my command!"<br />
The demon was silent. Looking back on the situation, the names<br />
by which I constrained him had little to do with his loss of words, but<br />
the will that 1 vibrated from within at the second repetition of the<br />
command.<br />
"I am at serious risk of losing my job. 1 need you to influence<br />
tbem in my behalf, to keep my job. Assure their minds that I will be<br />
worth keeping employed."<br />
Paimon was still silent, only at that moment by his expression<br />
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