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I brought all the necessary pieces. The spell was one of my own design, different but powerful. All it needed was a blessing from the dark gods.

I plunged the knife and spoke the Cursed Tongue, using words I'd crafted.

A black figure appeared.

"I'm sorry," it hissed. "Your spell isn't in the correct format. We use Dark Tongue only. Try again later when you've fixed your errors."

I sighed with frustration.

"That's not what I learned at Cult University... Could ya just take the spell? I was up all night editing into CT format."

"Never," the spirit boomed.

Curses.