Snow glistens over frozen earth, nesting in dug-up graves. Wet ash sits in forgotten braziers, and the entrance to the mausoleum is barred shut by reinforced doors.
Within it, covered with hoarfrost, are cracked and opened tombs, filled with the bones of many men. It is separated into two sections—that symbolised by the angel sword, and that of the double-crossed bull’s scull.
A musty, threadbare rug divides the mausoleum, and leads up to a altar. Upon it waits an open spell-book, ingredients, and burnt-out candles…