The ding-dong of his doorbell sent Kevin running to see if it came.
Fumbling with the door bolt lock he with some calling on greater powers got the damn thing open.
There it was a large box made for shipping the oceans wide. Big and strong enough for a pregnant Elephant to sit on and not squash the box flat. A humpf as he lifted the box and with a kick of his right foot the front door slammed shut.
Kevin had tried so many ways to afford a transformation of himself from human to animal he'd lost count. In desperation he'd even got on the Web and made remarks about Wicca religion and the fools who thought they were something special. Yet try as he did the only thing he could account to his remarks was when he won fifty million dollars in the state lottery, that was when he got damned!
Care taken as the box was cut open he longed to read the pages of this book of books.
At last he removed it from those rotten plastic peanuts and brushing it off he walked into the living room. A click and a flick he turned on some Nielsen's symphony #3. "Sinfonia Espansiva". A wing around of the volume control put in knotch 28 as he sat down to expound on his purchase.
The cover of black hand tooled leather had a demonic crest as he turned to the index page. A-to-Z the spells were endless as he read down the long and heavy parchment pages.
Kevin was never a man for reading old documents and this one too was written in Latin as well. A try to pronounce the words made little sense and he found it welcome the previous owner penciled in English translations of the titles.
T....Transformations:
by day
by night
one day
one week
one month
one cycle of the full moon
one cycle of the new moon
one year from the time of a spell's incantation
two years from the time of a spell's incantation
three years after...............................
A decade after...................................
A natural animal's life time after..............................
The human host's life time after..................................
one hundred years after............................................
A thousand years of beastial hell on earth...........................
Eternity to time remotest end.........................................
Kevin had to try just one and for what time allotted? A day or night seemed far too short as did one day but a week could give the true feeling of how it might feel to be a beast of this world.
The Caption read Genus Bos, in pencil the definition was written, Male sire of Genus Bos.
"That for me!" said Kevin as he wrote down the spell, short and sweet. The time was now and for one week from completion of the incantation.
Thus Kevin began to dabble with the devil, his demon hosts, and put all the past fool tries to rest.