The Fallen AKA when secret rolls get weird
You hear whispers. At first, they were quiet, part of the dream. You were running in the forest either avoiding something or hunting something, you were not sure. But, as you keep running through the endless forest, the whispers keep getting louder and louder. Until you try to look behind you and you end up running into a tree. You bolt upright in your bed and realize that the whispers aren't just part of your dream. The indistinct mutters, like the sound of a thousand people talking at once, are coming from your pack, and you stumble over it. You dig through it until you find your spellbook. It is glowing bright blue, as bright as it was when you first found it.
As soon as you grab the spellbook, it flips open. You start getting flashes, brief visions of events. At first, there is a humanoid made of light with feathery wings, an angel, flying in a deep red sky. Then, you see the angel just shatter, into over a thousand shards of light. The shards fall on to a realm of filled with demons. You see the multitude of demons pick up the shards, filled with greed, but as soon as they come in contact with the shards, the shards fly into the demons' chests and the demons scream.
That is where your vision ends, with screams of demons in your ears. You look down at the page that had flipped open, and it is the page on summoning the imp. The diagram remains the same, but the words of the spell have changed. Where it once said diabolus parum invocare, a new word is being written in bright shining yellow. Diabolus parum invocare angelus. After about a second, the light and color fades from the word, taking on the same look of faded ink as the rest of the page.
The book fades to its normal glow as well, and your exhaustion hits you. It is like your sleepiness was suppressed, and now it is hitting you all at once. You place the book back into your pack and crawl in to bed. Maybe it was all just a dream?