Chapter 23
by 
Admira
What's next?
The Book
"How the hell do we open you?" I threw the creepy book onto my desk, frustrated and a little scared.
It was early afternoon on a Saturday, and we spent the last hour failing to open a book. The simple leather strap holding it closed had no key holes and the knife I tried cutting it with dulled instantly.
The tome had swirling characters that we thought were ancient Hebrew or some other semitic language that only I could see, the others saw plain black leather. Which didn't make much sense, the language I mean. Mom had primarily French and Irish ancestry from what I recalled. I'd never met my Maternal grandparents, they died young. So, who knows what's up the family tree.
Sam picked up the dulled knife. "It looks...melted. It's not hot though." She frowned at the book. "So, I'm calling demon magic on this. Wanna try bleeding on it?"
"You think that'll work?" I honestly wouldn't be too shocked at this point.
"If it doesn't, we can try your cum next." Annie suggested from the her place on the floor, where she was sorting the rest of Mom's notebooks.
"Yeah, that seems like it'd work too!." Sam laughed.
I rolled my eyes. "Let's go with the blood first. There should be a sterile scalpel or something in the medicine cabinet."
Sam's hands were the steadiest, so she pricked my thumb with the scalpel and a drop of blood beaded up on the pad of my thumb. I breathed in. "Well, here goes..." I pressed my bloody thumb into the brass sigil.
Nothing happened.
Annie stepped up to me. "Did you feel anything?"
"No, nothing." The stinging from the cut had vanished.
I pulled my thumb away. The brass sigil was spotless. The tiny wound on my skin had healed like it had never been.
"Uhhh..."
The warmth from the book flared to a sweltering heat, the sigil and the faint writing glowing a bloody crimson. With a far too heavy clang, the brass lock unlatched and the book opened to a gorgeously detailed diagram of a family tree that filled both pages. Thousands of names in at least a dozen languages glowed like embers, one name high in the canopy flashed brightly.
Lilian
The heat turned pleasant, like I'd been dunked from a smelter into a hot tub. I passed some kind of test. All my limbs relaxed down to the bone and I swayed on my feet. Sam put her arms around my waist to support me.
The book snapped closed with an echoing bang and Sam led me to the bed.
I felt dizzy and energized. Jittery like I slammed down a few gallons of energy drinks. All of my muscles spasmed and coiled like snakes under my skin. My teeth itched and two points on my forehead burned. My dick could have been used as a hammer.
Distantly I heard voices. At first, it was simply worry from Annie and Sam. Then, a thousand-thousand murmurs crawled at the edge of my awareness.
I sank deeper and deeper into a dream...
Ah...My Newest Son...
Uh-oh.
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