As he quickly skimmed through the book, he noticed that the life of all the other past priests of the Leotard bloodline roughly followed this pattern. Some would die as the flames of the altar go out, while others would end up killing themselves but a very few would manage to avoid igniting the altar during their time, Isiel, Izikel's father, was one of such people.
Isiel saw no need risking his life, if he could avoid it, as a matter of fact he couldn't understand why his ancestors kept on making the same foolish mistake. He wondered why they would keep on returning to a god that only brought them misfortune.
That is until Izikel was stabbed, and the Druid healers couldn't do anything for him. Isiel and his wife agreed that she would ignite the altar instead. He was too scared to do it himself, and he explained that there was no way it was going to work, that Oroborn wasn't a god that would save their son, but she insisted she had to try.
She died shortly after igniting the altar and Isiel blamed himself for her death causing him to take his own life.
Izikel realized that maybe this was why Dremlin deceived the Inquisitors, to hide this secret. That was most likely it, because they didn't even wait for him to see his mother before burying her. Or maybe things were just done like that in this world.
After the last entry of Isiel, the pages were empty untill Izikel got to the final one, it was the symbol that Landre said he was seeing before his death.
But that wasn't what caught Izikel's attention, the symbols he spoke of were simply English words.
Up until now he had not even noticed the language he was reading and speaking in, wasn't English. It was so natural that he only noticed after seeing actual English words.
He couldn't tell what sorcery made this possible but he was thankful, imagine how weird it would have been if he couldn't understand the people of this new world. There was no way amnesia would serve as an explanation.
The writing was a prayer, he figured since it was sent to Landre by Oroborn, it was the ignition prayer.
'But why would he send it in a language they couldn't understand?'
The only way anyone would be able to understand this is if they came from earth.
But after Izikel asked that question it was obvious why Oroborn would do that. He did it in preparation for his coming, maybe not him exactly.
Now the question is should he attempt to ignite the altar. If this was indeed the correct ignition prayer, then there wasn't much risk because, unlike his ancestors, he had actually seen Oroborn's true form. So that means he could easily visualize the horror he had seen.
The real question was, does he really want to do this?
Was there any reason to contact such a dangerous entity? From the looks of things, if he didn't willfully reach out to Oroborn there was no way for the god to reach him.
'but that would only be in this life, I already gave him my soul for all eternity, who is to say I wouldn't return to his presence after I die. I could live my life in peace only to suffer for the rest of eternity…"
There was also another reason Izikel wanted to contact Oroborn he wanted to return home.
Looking back no matter how much his father complained about his lifestyle he never one day threatened to abandon him. It was the true definition of unconditional love.
He noticed a jar sitting by the corner of the table. He opened it, it smelled like petrol, but with a strong perfume scent.
He poured the oil generously on the rock, then used the flame torch to start the fire. It burned bright and yellow. Using a small sharp piece of rock to pierce his finger, he let his blood drop in the fire, Then he read the prayer.
"O great dreamer, the darkness that was there before the beginning, the darkness that shall remain after the ending, I call upon you, I call upon your mighty presence the one who dreams in the endless darkness, Oroborn"
The cave was dead silent. It was already very quiet before now, but now it felt like the only thing he could hear was his own breathing. The flames had also stopped dancing, with the flint pausing mid air.
The silence was broken by a familiar celestial voice, ever so majestic, ever so ominous.
"I knew you would do well to call upon me"
Oroborn emerged from the dark behind the altar, wearing his graceful black suit.
Izikel stared blankly at him for a few seconds before mumbling,
"O-Oroborn"
"Is that how you address your master?" Oroborn replied with a stern expression.
"I'm sorry," Izikel quickly got on all fours and bowed,
"Lord Oroborn thank you for granting me your presence"
"It's fine," Oroborn replied lightly, "you may raise your head,"
"It would have been disappointing if you were not brave enough to ignite the altar, after everything I did to get you here," he mused as he brushed his hand across the burning rock.
Izikel saw this as an opportunity to get some answers so he asked,
"My lord, why did it have to be me that would ignite this altar? Why did you send the prayer in English?"
Oroborn paused for a moment, as if considering if he should answer the question.
"Well if you really must know, it's because it was the only way. To you that was just a normal prayer, but that is only because you were summoned from a world with almost no divinity. If I had allowed them to understand those words they would have run mad immediately,"
"That is why gods summon people from your world, because their souls are empty. In other worlds the human souls already possess a little divinity of their own, so there is a limit to how much of the gods divinity they can receive. But in the case of a summon, they are like an empty bottle, waiting to be filled up,"
"And also because of you were summoned, your threshold to witness celestial events has increased. Most mortals in this world would lose their mind from simply hearing my voice, but here you are,"
"Are you a chaos god?" Izikel asked, he wanted to learn as much as he could or as much as Oroborn would let him know. Who knows when he would get this kind of opportunity again.
Oroborn chuckled, "of course I am, all gods that exist outside of existence are, after all worship by chaos is way sweeter than boring divinity, but unlike those animals, I am different,"