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Under the light of the winter moon the Oracle begins to recite numbers, a string of ones and zeros which the high priests commit to memory and recite incessantly. 01001111 01101110 01100101 00100000 01110011

Lord Satan, by your grace, grant me, I pray thee the power to conceive in my mind and to execute that which I desire to do, the end which I would attain by thy help, O Mighty Satan, the one True God who

I am the Grand Marques of Hell, commanding forty legions of devils. I come abroad in the likeness of a Wolf, having a serpent's tail and a great head like a mighty night hawk. I understandeth of all things