Chapter 1.
Ethel Hallow walks the living room clothed in a black silky robe, a hint of pale thigh
showing when with every step. She yawns. The clock reads quarter past three in the morning.
What was she woken by? Looking stunningly beautiful even after such a rough night she feels
she should wait for it to happen again. Cloaked in shadows, a pale shaft of moonlight
scorching the expensively carpeted floor, she glances about from ebony corner to corner.
                       
Chapter 2.
Nick Hobbes, the enigmatic but dark handsome young man lies on his side surrounded by total
pitch, like evil hands reaching for him from the corners of the room it is all he can do to
stay focused. The patter of fast, heavy feet somewhere in the shade, circling him, waiting
for him to drop his guard. Lifting himself up cumbersomely he rests upon his gnarled staff
wearily, the emerald his only source of light.He summoned this, this monstrosity through
Coburn Trents Goetia. The library's archaic text named 'Des SpiritDel Culten' detailed the
summoning of Azathoth only to a point, he needed that other to aid him. Hobbes stole into
Coburns pleasant dwelling while he was out with Ethel, a quiet drink in the canteen with
sweet talk and kisses.
 Nick felt the throb of energy emanating from that codex. But it was not Azathoth he called
into this lonely, destitute room. HE sent a representative, a representativethat thirsted
for flesh and blood.
It wanted him but the protective incantations placed about the circle of power were strong
...now it waits for him to fall asleep so it can
extend it's many maws and tentacles onto his limbs to slowly and
deliberately drag him from the circle.
The representative lurches too and fro hidden in the perpetual night, every now and then
the lashings of tentacles macabrely feeling the air stir Hobbes from his fatigued state.
Then it scuttles about him, those feet rattling the stone floor ominously, that bent over
husk with flesh so grey like age old leather, that almost human face twisted into painful
expressions suspended by hooks and arrows. It swivels it's beaded yellow eyes to him before
vanishing again.Nick waves his staff frantically at the thing intoning a prayer from the
Goetia which is held in his left hand, a brilliant but short explosion lights the dark for
a second and the representative's laughing plagues his ears. Swinging the cloak about his
frame Hobbes begins again with his concentration, trying to fix onto Ethel and call her to
him for aid.
              Chapter 3.
'Ethel... Help... The crawl spaces...'
Yelping, Ethel swings around, her fists clenched sparking with electricity. Whos here,
I'm a witch, the greatest witch that ever lived...'
'It.....me Ethel, the crawl space...Azathoth.' With that the static in the room fades and
her hair falls back nadir to her perfect head.
'Hobbes? Nick...!?' Receiving a flash or premonition her soul runs as ice at the sight of
that thing pursing its lips and howling, those torn, deranged, splintered lips revealing
rows of jagged yellow fangs. Dressed in the robe the young lady pursues the fleeting static
like a bread crumb trail till she descends into the college's dank crawl space, Nick has a
secret hide-away down here where he practices his most dangerous spells. She told him not to
mess with Coburn's Goetia, the combined powers of that and the library's text would be too
much for him to handle, looks like she was correct.On hands and knees she grimaces crawling
through the dirt but after ten minutes she has arrived before that heavy iron door.Bracing
her strength against it Ethel manages to budge the huge hinges ajar to the sound of that
bleating wail. She hesitates. Again it comes and peering in she sees Hobbes entwined within
worm like appendages being dragged inexorably toward that gapping chasm mouth.
'Osartum, moratinum, benedictious-el magnificent!' Flicking her hands toward the beast it
yelps as flash after flash appears before its eyes, blinding.
The flesh about the face shrinks and peels like melting rubber and it finally releases its
victim.
Scooping him up and taking the Goetia, Nick grasping his staff,Ethel heaves him out leaving
the monster behind the now locked door.
A concentrated power surge plus the reading of Goetia prayers submerge the circular
room in high level waves of energy, like water going down the plug the representative
screams and blasphemes as, it a tidal wave of power, it is broken apart and dissolved
back to its original plane of existence.