𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕎𝕙𝕪

𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕊𝕚𝕩

"Mable, is this right?" I ask. 

"Hmm. You need one more symbol on the right side." Mable said.

This chart looked like a Satan summoner, but it had more runes and was light blue instead of red. We did it far away from the Myster Shack; in a clearing in the woods. I accidently bump into the bucket of white paint. Even worse, I get the bucket stuck on my head. 

"Mable, HELP!" I yell. 

I started to hear her giggling and then screaming. Not in a scared way, more of a-

"Oh no the squirrels are back! Ahh!" Mable yelled. 

What is wrong with her and making squirrels angry? Ohhh, right. She's wearing an acorn sweater, not the smartest idea. 

"Mable? Mable? Help!" I yell. 

I was feeling around frantically. I was frantically trying to get the bucket of paint off me.

"Ahhh! Get off me blue jays and raccoons!" 

I guess she attracted more forest animals. I finally got the bucket off. I breathe. Something licked my shirt. I see a little three-eyed creature. It had six legs, it looked like a lizard. I took out the Journal. Uncle Ford combined them into one for me last Christmas. I took a glimpse at what it said. I see the picture.

"Ambors. Ambors are three-eyed creatures who live in the woods and resemble lizards. They are attracted to berries." I read. 

I sniff the paint. Wait... it wasn't paint at all.

"Hey, what's this Mable?" I turn. 

She managed to fight off the forest animals, but she looked like a rag doll that had been chewed up by a dog. 

"Berry juice, I couldn't find the paint." Mable said. 

Ohh. 

"How does this work?" I asked. 

"We have to say his name. Not us we need Lucifer to do it. Let's get him." Mable said running on Waddles.