Infernal demons in my mind. Repeating every day. Endless space, and void I find. In the things they say, but are they there in dissonance? My family's blood line cursed? These feelings become ominous. The Goetia serves the versed. I never should have read that book, or called them to serve me. Now it's too late from their look. They'll never set me free. Hear my screams paint the night? When I died I saw no light.