The days dragged by, but the nights were endless.
And then, on the night of the new moon, Judas began his vigil.
He stood high on the peak that was the Devil’s Doorway, where he could feel the sea spray, hear the thunder of the waves below, and feel the darkness of the night hugging him close like an amorous lover. As he threw the pieces of inscribed paper into the wind, Judas turned in each direction, the echo of the message urgent and distant as he lifted his voice.
“Oh, power of the North,
Oh, power of the South,
Oh, power of the East,
Oh, power of the West,
I am searching for Divinian, the mighty archangel of Hell. If he is within your realm, please send him to me now!”
His words echoed mightily, lifting ever upward, and sailed into the four corners of the world along with the
