Who: Carrick and Samandriel Where: The cellar of Carrick's house. When: Week 16, Friday, late evening Why: Warnings: An angry Spartan is not a pleasant sight.
Devoutly Pagan, Carrick was neither familiar with or comfortable with angelic magic. Whenever he'd had cause to go to a practitioner of magic, he'd found a witch who either shared his own religion - albeit these days they tended towards the sort of watery, crystals and incense mentality that made him want to beat them to death with a hardback copy of Homer's hymns - or more usually, had gone to someone with an extensive library who believed in nothing but studied everything. It was from one of the latter types that he'd purchased a book of ancient incantations and a flagon of holy oil along with instructions on how to use them both.
Carrick stood in one of the cellar rooms below his house, looking out over the swept flagstone floor. He glanced down at the antique book he was holding, skimming the text once more and double-checking that he had prepared everything correctly.
As a vampire, of course, he had no ability to perform magic, but he'd been assured that in this case, summoning an angel would be more a matter of reading the manual than anything else.
He uncorked the bottle of oil and walked in a slow circle around the stone floor, pouring it out in a circle. He glanced down at the booked once more and began to recite the incantation that would summon the angel to him. His Latin, at least,was flawless.