The notebook lay open. On those two pages, there was a name and half a page of writing. It didn't look like much.
Wu Ling motioned for the skinny guy to bring over the pen and ink, then introduced the demon. "Dasko Ferilando, a demon who liked to disguise himself as a human. The first time anyone discovered him was in a small town. He played the part of a middle-aged man, and his entire life seemed to check out. The townsfolk had no idea what he really was. He escaped that time. Later, exorcists and wizards discovered him a few more times, but there were no records of him dying. The Archwizard captured him once, too, but he was fairly ordinary and had no special qualities, so the Archwizard rarely put him to work."
By the time Wu Ling finished speaking, she had dipped the feather pen into the glass bottle of blood.
The blood stained the tip of the feather pen and crept up the shaft, tinting the base of the feather. The pen, once impossibly pure, now looked wicked and uncanny.
That impression of mine wasn't simply due to the change in the feather pen's color. Some indescribable subconscious feeling was influencing how I saw it.
Holding the pen, Wu Ling wrote elegant characters beneath the half-page of text.
Her handwriting flowed smoothly. It was as if blood were streaming from the pen and staining the page. Once the writing dried, the red turned black, and the text took on the weathered feel of age, blending perfectly with the antique-looking notebook.
For a moment, I even began to doubt whether any of this was real.
Wu Ling must really have put in the effort to search for the relics left behind by the Archwizard. She might even