Me; Who are you? Who would you say you are?
Devil; I am older than man, but as young as earth-life. I am every animal’s breath and the roots of the plants. I’m also you, to an extent. That strange change of heart when you enter the woods? It is I telling you to respect my realm and remember you too are a beast. The Devil is in all that breathes
_I called you because I would like to learn Trad Craft. Can you help me? Do you think I’m ready? _
You can paint the world with your mind. You know how to do the magic, you know what imagination is, and a witch needs both. I think you shall fare well on the path. However, the rite you did was not one of initiation. Should you feel the time is good, call me again with this intention in mind. Then you shall be a witch-in-full, and I shall help you as I do all my disciples. I know you have much to keep up with at the moment, so rest easy and study my Craft when you have the leisure.
Thank you… One last question; what names do you go by?
You know me as Devil. I am a Horned God and the Old One. I am distinct from Satan, as I am Breath but Satan is Force. Nonetheless, my guises are often known by the Christians as synonymous with Satan. Names of different peoples of various speech shall come by you eventually, but to say a few of my English names, I am known also as Black One, King of Witches and, by other sorts of cunning folk, as Infernal Majesty.
Thank you for being respectful, Sabah.
Thank you for taking the time to speak with me
The Devil’s deep, dark goat-horned man-like form with fur and a long bushy tail, bristle-like and blacker than night, was broken by a flash of white fangs from his upcurled mouth. I bowed, he nodded, and then we departed. I still remember the fact his hooves were silent as he stepped. The faintest hint of feathered wings only appeared as I turned to walk into darkness