Due to the rapidly rising coronavirus, we had to cut our vacation short. I was sad to leave the Big Island, especially the volcanic craters. I had managed to give a blood offering to Madame Pele the day before, using a picked up piece of volcanic stone to cut myself, putting it on the rock, and tossing it into a steam vent. She gratefully accepted the offering.
I could feel her in the room as I packed up the remaining items I wouldn’t need and as I finished up, I could tell she wanted to talk.
“I want you to do something for me.”
This struck me as odd. What could she genuinely want from me? I nodded.
“You haven’t been given any tasks this week. There is only one task. You will make a grimoire for me.”
“If that is what you’re wanting, then I will do my best to see it through. Forgive me, but I find it hard to believe that there isn’t one already in existence. Anybody that comes to Hawaii knows who you are and they get ten million visitors a year. How can there not be one already created?”
“There are private grimoires that will likely never be public. I want yours to be available to those that wish to call upon me.”
This was a large task. While she and I had discussed a few things in relation to magick, there was nothing discussed about producing a grimoire for her. “I don’t understand. We could’ve talked about this over the past week. I could’ve taken notes, started preparing rituals. I’m exceptionally thankful and honored to have spent my time with you, but I don’t understand why some local person on any one of the islands couldn’t have done this.”
She didn’t say anything at first. I felt Belial and Abaddon enter the area and realized that this had been the plan from the beginning. I quickly checked to make sure my family was still out of earshot.
“Why wasn’t I just told this from the beginning? It would’ve saved some time. I’ve been waiting and asking for tasks all week.” It was met with silence.
Madame Pele stepped in front of my view. “Will you do it?”
“It will take about a year.” Belial said from behind her. Abaddon remained silent.
I nodded, zipped my suitcase, and left the room.
