Within the rancid skull of castle Doom, surrounded by the Eastern European iron forest of Latveria, the black magician Doctor Victor Von Doom made his way down a shadowed spiral stairway of ancient crumbling stone into the castle’s ritual chamber. Within the ritual chamber of an infernal mind laboratory, Doom’s chief Tulpa engineer of the necromantic arts was apparently knitting together a Tulpa for Doom’s Solomonic spectral army of demonic slaves; or so Doom thought.
Doom boomed out of an echoing voice as he entered the cavernous laboratory, which looked more like an arcane art studio, “I hear that you have accomplished the deed I set forth for you, doctor Frankenstein.”
Frankenstein turned around from the canvas slab to which was bound a knitted together exquisite corpse of an oil painting, whose layers of paint involved the writing of intricate sigilic formulae around the Moon phases. Over these twenty eight…
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