Library of the Profane3 books in series
The Library of the Profane has everything your black heart desires. But we don’t just allow anyone to get a library card.
Need to summon a demon? Raise the dead? A clan of vampires bothering you? Do you like the really nasty werewolf erotica? The Library of the Profane has all of that, but not everyone can handle the contents. (Some people can’t handle their werewolf erotica). I’ve been a librarian here for five years, and when I say I killed to get this job, I’m not being facetious.
You can’t check out our books. Some of the books are sentient and don’t like it. We have rooms to perform the spells in; hell, we do have a copy machine (copies are extra). When a witch came in and said they needed to do a little necromancy, I didn’t question it. They wouldn’t have been given a library card if they were going to raise someone really bad. I helped with the necromancy because it’s just my job as a librarian.
Except it wasn’t a normal resurrection. It was the physical embodiment of Chaos, and when he woke up, he saw me first, and now he’s attached. Chaos personified is a horrible library guest and he won’t leave with the witch who raised him. He’s constantly getting into things he’s not supposed to, and he’s really into the werewolf erotica.
It’s not like I can let him out, because the Library of the Profane is meant to contain Chaos. The rest of the world isn’t. He’s awful about keeping his identity secret, too. A warlock, a Hellhound, and a vampire know he’s here, and they are bugging me to let Chaos have a little fun.
I just want a normal day of summoning demons, cursing people, and telling people to be quiet in my library. This is too much.