''Give me all the fire you have, Baphomet'' said the man, ''give it from your left hand''. It giggled at him, with a similar voice to a goat...
What he didn't know was the fire it gives him, never goes out without burning him.
Baphomet was happy to take all with his right hand, adding his hearth's passion and giving it all to him. It thought ''He is the one wants to carry the burden, why would I care?''