While living in the house of my parents, still attending high school at 14 years of age I was introduced to the occult, the word of spells, hexes, and curses, conjuring, and summoning, by a "friend" who was a member, an altar, boy, actually, for a Roman Catholic church in the city in which I was raised.
He told me he sneaked into his "father's" office at the church and took a book and gave it to me, from his bookshelf. I back said - this instruction moves me further away from the Lord - unfortunately. I will leave, and most of the people in the chapel are named to not endanger their lives, my friend gave me the book, and I read it cover to cover - it was my induction into wizardry - sorcery, satanism, and into the dark evil holes of damnation.
The book reacted with congruence, summoning, and drawing of pentagrams and hexagrams, it had pictures of how to do what, and how it was supposed to look, and detailed instructions, I followed them to the letter, and got the results they said I would get.
I then started memorizing spells and incantations so that I could whisper them anywhere anytime I needed them.
After all of this, my first summoning, mind you, I was backsliding, but I was still so-called, preaching, while secretly working on the enemy's payroll. And no one suspected a thing about my double dealings until...
