Hastur Hastur Hastaiieee!
"Put it down," Ban said automatically, and smacked Ginji's hands away from the heavy book without bothering to look.
"Ban-chan . . ." Ginji whined. "It's interesting. I mean, sure it seems to be bound in human skin and has this weird dark brown ink and it's all about things rising from the sea and great something lies dreaming and the stars being right, but . . ."
"No," Ban said firmly, and shoved the Necronomicon into the boot of the car.
"But . . ."
"You don't need to know," Ban repeated. For a moment his tongue flickered, forked.
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