Chapter Eleven
“I have a dear friend at NYU—professor of occult studies,” Isabelle explained. “She’s a witch, and the smartest woman I know when it comes to demonic lore. These texts are on loan from her private collection.”
“This is amazing.” Jaci flipped through one of them, the pages as thin as onion skin, each one crowded with illustrations and theories, symbols, rituals for summoning and banishing, stories older than time. “I was born and raised in hell, and I didn’t even know half this stuff.”
“Demons are ancient beings,” Isabelle said. “You were in hell for a blink by comparison—it’s not surprising that much of this would be unfamiliar to you. A lot of it is conjecture, mind you, but there’s a grain of truth in everything. My hope is that if we put our heads together—and our magi
