The Necronomicon 2
It had been, fuck, I don’t know, I guess a couple of years if I had to guess, I had read aloud from the evil book. The Necronomicon Exmortis. In rough translation. The book of the dead. The mysterious book was bound in human flesh and even inked in human blood when the seas ran red with it. A time when demons and other evil spirits roamed the planet. A day when there was no faith in any deity or morals. No god, no goddess. Just fear. These enduring creatures lost power when the first of the gods came. Then more and more was lost over time. Until many of them became nearly nothing. But some. The most powerful of ones created a series of books before they put themselves into a hibernation. The books …