"Why should I trust you?" Violet lifted her wrist, dropping the parchment scroll open, the side inscribed with notes now faced Villes.
If he could understand what was written on it, then he was certainly no human, but an outright demon.
Villes made it seem quite simple verbally, but in reality, no one could comprehend the content written on the scroll.
On this scroll resided not just black magic, but also numerous chaotic illustrations, each acting as an important work of art.
These illustrations were the terms Villes was referring to.
A decapitated man, hanging upside down on a cross, with a blazing fire in the sky, and a wheel used for execution drenched in blood.
The content, unknowingly written with either ink or some extremely vicious, corrupt substance, felt as though it revealed forbidden knowledge at a mere glance.
This was not the language of humans, nor of demons. The energy it exuded, when combined with magic, formed an extremely vicious curse.
