The Black Pullet Djinn and the Tarot
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In the arid wastelands of Iraq, nestled amongst the crumbling ruins of ancient Babylon, resided an antiquarian named Nasir. His days were consumed by the pursuit of forbidden knowledge, and his nights haunted by whispers of the unknown. The Black Pullet grimoire and a peculiar tarot deck, both said to harbor the power to summon the Djinn, became his obsession.
Nasir's crumbling mansion was filled with dusty tomes and cursed artifacts, but it was the tarot deck that truly captivated him. Each card was intricately designed, their borders adorned with arcane symbols and cryptic runes. They seemed to hum with a malevolent energy, tempting Nasir to unlock their secrets.
One fateful night, as the moon hung low and ominous in the desolate sky, Nasir decided to attempt the ritual described within the Black Pullet. He meticulously arranged his altar, placing the tarot deck at its heart. As he began to chant the incantations, the air around him grew heavy and oppressive.
The cards started to move, shuffling themselves with an eerie autonomy. A chill seeped into Nasir's bones as he drew the first three cards, laying them out in a macabre pattern that resembled a grotesque trio of faces—the Hierophant, the Devil, and Death.
Suddenly, a maelstrom of sand and darkness erupted from the tarot spread. Three sinister beings emerged, their forms twisted and deformed, their eyes burning like coals. They were the Djinn, summoned by the unholy trinity of tarot cards.
"Who dares to awaken us?" they bellowed in voices that shook the foundations of Nasir's crumbling abode. The antiquarian, his sanity teetering on the edge, made a pact with the Djinn—power over life and death in exchange for his soul.
In the days that followed, Nasir reveled in his newfound abilities, wielding the Djinn's dark magic to bend others to his will. Yet, the cost of this power became increasingly apparent. His once vibrant eyes now held only vacant hollows, and his skin bore the unnatural hue of decay.
The Djinn, bound by the rules of summoning, demanded more and more sacrifices—living souls to fuel their infernal bargain. As Nasir's atrocities escalated, whispers of a cursed antiquarian and his unholy minions began to plague the surrounding villages.
Terrified peasants spoke of nightmarish visions—flesh-eating creatures roaming the desert, ghostly apparitions haunting the ruins of Babylon. The once tranquil land was wracked by unspeakable horrors as Nasir's desperation grew.
As dawn broke one blood-soaked morning, the Djinn, their insatiable hunger for souls finally satiated, turned on their summoner. Nasir screamed in agony as the ebon avatars ripped his very essence from his withered form, claiming their due.
The ruins of ancient Babylon echoed with Nasir's tormented cries until they too were silenced by the howling winds of the desert. The legends of the cursed tarot deck and the antiquarian's damned pact spread like wildfire, serving as a chilling reminder of the unspeakable horrors that lurked within the shadows of forgotten tomes and arcane artifacts.
