It was cold, clammy, and the light was dim. The Death Chamber felt more like a mausoleum than ever, despite their previous efforts to liven the place up. Whatever was moving sounded like trying to walk through a swamp. "There it is." Damian spoke in a hushed tone, his eyes adjusting to the light. "The shadow at the far wall." It appeared as an absence of light, a shifting Rorschach test that looked different depending on who was viewing it. Thin pseudopods stretched from a center mass, branching like veins or rivers, creating Lichtenburg figures across the floor.
"Looks like we have a protoplasmic biblio-entity on our hands. A semi-sentient mass of magic ink spreading knowledge with a viral touch. Prolonged exposure will cause you to forget everything else. Won't know your own name, but you'll know every word of the book that thing used to be." It was a secret that desired to be a gospel. Dark magic given life, it would fill the minds of every witch and wizard it could reach. These three would be the first to preach the word of the new book of magic. Forbidden spells and rituals would spread across the wizarding world like a starless night stretching across the sky forever.
Damian kept his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, reluctant to draw his wand just yet. Just looking at the shapeless mass seemed to have some effect on the wizard. It was hard to concentrate with intrusive thoughts seeping in. "Theories anyone?"
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