THE ADMONISHING EARL ANDROMALIUS, returner of things, punisher of thieves... The 72nd and final spirit of 
the Ars Goetia.  Andromalius' name is another concatenation of greek/latin: 'andro' meaning 'man', and 
'malus' meaning 'bad' (Andromalius meaning something to the effect of "bad man").  While I will admit
there is something slightly sinister about Andromalius I don't think he is truly so bad... Though to
be honest I have been left puzzled by the actions of this spirit in my experience with them.  I first
met Andromalius in a feverish vision, the first time I fell ill in an extended bout of illness-- It
was such a nuclear fever that I was nearly hospitalized, and much of the visions I was granted during
this illness stayed in that necrotic sphere of qliphoth-- as they were too incomprehensible and
feverish to bring back with me.  Of these surviving visions, however, I distinctly remember seeing 
Andromalius in one of them-- He had appeared standing on a road, right in the middle of it, and his
face was obscured.  He was wearing a striped suit that lined up with the perspective of the center
line of the road perfectly-- I recall hearing him speak, and say that he was Andromalius, but I cannot
recall any of the details at this time.  Still, the image of him on that road with that striped suit
stuck with me enough to incorporate it into his design.

Some months later, I had been out on a trip away from home, and in the town I stayed I visited a little
shop with lots of jewelry and charms for sale.  I was looking through these mixed metal charms in a box,
and among them was a single crucifix mixed in with metal keys and crowns and ankhs-- this crucifix
intrigued me, and I felt a strange nagging presence around it.  I felt a strong compulsion to do 
something which is rather uncharacteristic of me-- I wanted to steal it.  A very petty theft, mind you,
but forever reason I felt that the trinket would be more valuable if it were stolen rather than bought.
I have never been a thief beyond my days as a rascally young child, and after knowing some unsavory
kleptomaniacs I grew to find petty shoplifting to be something trashy and distasteful-- so to commit a
theft like this made me feel guilty afterwards.  Realistically, it was nearly a harmless action, the
value of the small trinket I stole was less than a dollar and I had already spent nearly a hundred dollars
on jewelry at that location-- but it still nagged me.  Why did I feel so compelled to make this
deliberate theft? The stolen crucifix jingled with an extra weight of its sin as I kept it in my 
pocket, and after the remainder of my trip I came home.  When I came home, I unpacked my souvenirs,
and I drew a card from my altar.  I drew Andromalius' card, and rereading his flavor text as a "punisher"
of thieves", I thought of the crucifix, and so I thought to place the crucifix over his portrait. I'll 
let the image below speak for itself.

The stolen crucifix charm overlaid Andromalius' card.

I was stunned in this moment. It felt too perfect, and I felt unsure of how to interpret this portentious
syncronicity.  Was I about to be punished for my theft? What should I do with this stolen object? Perhaps
it was Andromalius who compelled me to take this item in the first place?  I went to bed ruminating on
these questions.  The next day, I was reminded of the initial vision I had of Andromalius while I was ill,
and I felt that I should finally draw this scene of the vision:

Earl Andromalius as he appeared to me in feverish delirium, obscuring his face with the stolen crucifix much like René Magritte's "The Son of Man".

Immediately after I finished drawing this piece, I found a stylus I had lost some months prior--
And despite having looked everywhere for it at the time to no avail, I found it then right by my 
feet, plainly in the open.  Extremely perplexing.  It felt as if he were paying me my dues for 
making this piece of art of the vision he initially gave me. I still have the stolen crucifix in
my collection of occult trinkets, I keep it in a glass display case with some other items I am
hesitant to touch, but nothing bad has happened to it or with it since.  I am still unsure of how to
feel about the item, but it makes for a poignant momento as it sits in its case.  Overall, I have
not felt much from Andromalius besides these strange events, and things have become pretty quiet
from him since finishing this 'questline'.  All in all, I can speak to his reputed ability to
find hidden and lost objects... but as the thief in this story I haven't been punished yet!  I
would even consider this spirit to aide thieves, though I could maybe see this spirit being
utilized to defend a home from burglary if his sigil were to be applied like a Þjófastafur (or
even like one of those fake stickers for a home security system).  In any case, this spirit seems 
to speak loudly with his miracles, and has an undeniable influence and weight to him.  
Very, very intriguing one, this one.

Ave Earl Andromalius!

- KK

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