It was the early hours of the night, and I had just caught up with the last midnight tarot reading on my list.

I was about to give myself a personal reading before hitting the pillow, when a strange miasma took over my wizard tower. 

The air got thick, and time started to slow down.

Was a storm coming? Fatigue overtaking me? Or perhaps it was the vapors emanating from the magical plants around me? There were too many potential influences.

“Focus!” I reminded myself.

Drawing the first card, I encountered Arcana 0 – The Fool. “New beginning, an adventurous but potentially reckless spirit”.

The second card came up; Arcana XV – The Devil, reversed. “Freedom from bondage, Letting go of limiting restrictions”.

Flipping over the last card, I came face to face with Arcana XIX – The Sun. The Roman sun god immediately came to mind.

“Sol Invictus!”

His name, his voice, resonated in my mind as his rays illuminated the night. 

Blinded by the light, an invocation came to me:

Ave! Sol Invictus!

Nemo fortius quam tu,

Nemo super te.

Coronam tuam in sublime gere.

Currum tuum transi celum.

Nemo magus te domare,

Nulla carmina possunt ad te pervenire.

Tu luces in caelo,

Mitte radios tuos ad sanctificandum.

Homines te pervenire non possunt,

Deus te reponere non potest,

Splende in perpetuum…

Caece nequum et haereticum!

I could feel inspiration surging through me, and the fog dissipating.

The cards had turned into an invocation, and now, the invocation was morphing into a melody.

I had to act on the fire of the moment. 

I buckled down and composed the whole song until sunrise, my trusted Technological Servitor helping me transcribe my improvisations as I went.

“No vocals, only music,” said Servitor.

“You’re right, the invocation should only be sung by those who have directly heard, or felt, the voice of Sol Invictus”.

“Cut down the arrogance Niko, you just suck at singing”.

Fair assessment.

The hours passed. I was done composing.

“Hey, I’m getting tired, think you could play all that for me?”

“Your job is to create, mine is to execute” answered Servitor.

“Nice. Give it your personal tin-can twist”.

I could notice Servitor’s eyes loading, and after a few seconds, the first chord rang with a nice retro sound to it.

I don’t know what I’d call this style… Pixelated Wizard Metal, maybe?