An Untrained Occultist Using Magic? Nothing could go wrong? … Right?
Prologue
The enigmatic and captivating world of the occult has lured countless souls throughout human history. People are driven to explore the occult for various reasons, often revolving around the pursuit of power or a desire to alter their life's course. Traditionally, religions have served as guides for human interaction with the occult realm, through rituals and offerings to their respective deities.
Most seekers never progress beyond the initial stages without proper training or divine guidance. However, exceptions occur, disrupting the natural order of the universe. Such anomalies arise when an untrained occultist crosses paths with god-like entities, as exemplified by the following incident.
Somewhere in the Ozark Mountains – November 27th, 2021 (Present Day)
Every year, thousands of people vanish in the wilderness, leaving behind little to no trace. Theories abound regarding their fates. Some believe they succumb to the elements and become prey for wildlife, while others suspect foul play or faked deaths to escape their lives. Yet, a dedicated few delve into the realm of the paranormal, convinced that supernatural forces are at play.
Among these enthusiasts, some claim to have witnessed strange portals or encountered mysterious creatures tied to the disappearances of loved ones. Investigations into these phenomena often end in failure or the investigators themselves joining the ranks of the missing.
Deep within the Ozark National Forest, perched on a cliff's edge, a lone tent stood surrounded by arcane symbols and Hebrew letters etched into the earth, forming two concentric circles of salt. The outer ring, in somber shades of black and gray, contrasted with the pure, snow-white inner circle. This tent, firmly anchored to the cliff, offered a view that allowed one to peer directly into the heart of the forest.
As night descended upon the forest, a young man in his early twenties made his way back to the tent perched on the cliff's edge. His dark brown hair naturally parted in the center, with one side cascading over his ear, while the other rested just above it. Standing at approximately 164 cm, he possessed a slender yet athletic physique, his fair Caucasian complexion illuminated by piercing sky-blue eyes. A thick, neatly groomed mustache adorned his face, framed by dark facial hair that adorned his chin.
Clad in a maroon hoodie that hung just past his hips, a hint of sage green shirt peeking out below, his lower half adorned with sturdy black cargo pants. His feet found solace in weathered coyote brown boots, once pristine but now bearing the marks of the rugged terrain. As he returned to his tent, he moved with caution, mindful not to disturb the meticulously arranged salt barrier and intricate arcane symbols that encircled it, forming an enigmatic shield.
With the arrival of night, the young man unfastened his boots and settled into his tent. Within, a dim lantern cast a faint glow, struggling to escape the tent's opaque walls. The air grew thick with the scent of sandalwood and cinnamon, a fragrant smoke lingering for an hour before dissipating. Soon, the tent was shrouded in darkness, with only the stars above to adorn the late autumn sky.
Around 3 am, an ominous magical miasma slithered into the forest, creeping steadily toward its intended target. It flowed through the trees with unnatural speed, drawing closer to the oblivious young man and his tent. Little did he know that his actions months ago had set in motion an unforeseen chain of events. Within minutes, the miasma reached its target, crashing against the protective magical shield that encircled the tent.
The protective salt circles surrounding the tent held fast, resisting the relentless onslaught of the miasma. From the ground, black flames erupted where the miasma had struck, while bolts of golden lightning streaked down from the heavens, illuminating the night sky. Waves of magical energy continued to batter the barrier, and then, with a resounding crack, a fissure appeared as a heavenly bolt collided with it.
As I lay peacefully in my tent, having arrived at the Ozarks early enough to set up camp and secure it, a sense of tranquility washed over me. I had erected a dual-layer magical barrier around my tent, employing enchanted salt and spells I had discovered in various occult texts from the internet. Inside my tent, I felt safe and shielded from the unknown.
Yet, amidst my peaceful slumber, my dreams were abruptly disrupted. A torrent of emotions surged through me, and an ominous sensation washed over me, as if something was closing in on my location.
Amidst the endless empty darkness, a blindingly bright light pierced the void. Emotions surged, a chaotic symphony of fear, pain, joy, pleasure, lust, greed, and pride. Waves of these feelings crashed relentlessly, with no end in sight.
In this tumultuous realm, the temperature fluctuated wildly, from bone-chilling cold to scorching heat, as if the very fabric of existence were in turmoil.
A faint, barely audible voice struggled to break through the maelstrom. "W…a…ke… up," it implored. "Hurry."
The voice persisted, determined to convey its urgent message. "R…un… awa…y… She… waits… to… destroy you."
The feminine voice strained against the chaos, fighting to be heard. "You must flee from her, now she's furious."
And then, with a final, desperate cry, she yelled, pouring every ounce of her essence into the words: "GO NOW!"
The sense of dread and terror clung to me like a suffocating shroud as I awoke. Someone or something had roused me from my slumber, an urgent warning echoing in my mind. It was as if the very essence of fear had taken form around me.
Desperation welled up inside me, and I called out, my voice trembling with fear. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I strained to discern if the feminine voice from my head had been real or a figment of my imagination.
Instead of a response, searing pain coursed through my being, and I knew immediately what it meant. The barrier I had erected around my tent was connected to my own blood, and that barrier had just been cracked wide open.
My heart pounded as I muttered, "This can't be happening. It's not real." With trembling hands, I slowly unzipped the tent, preparing to face whatever monstrous being had shattered my protective shield.
Outside the tent, all I could perceive were blurred streaks of golden light, colliding relentlessly with my barrier. However, the overwhelming emotions that had haunted my dreams now enveloped me in an invisible torrent, and the air grew scorching hot, as though a fire raged nearby.
My eyes darted to the ground, where the Hebrew letters inscribed in salt had begun to fade. Something insidious was penetrating my protected sanctum. Panic gripped me as I hastily donned my boots and snatched my backpack from the tent, unable to put back any of the items I had taken out. I left behind my phone and the occult texts it contained, a difficult sacrifice, but time was not on my side.
As I emerged from the tent with my backpack in hand, I realized it was already too late. The once-sturdy barrier had shattered, and a malevolent surge of magical energy rushed towards me. It was an indescribable pain, as if my very essence was being torn asunder. The blood that had fortified the barrier was now my bane, burning and freezing me simultaneously, as the malevolent energy invaded my body.
"YOU'RE MINE NOW," a different feminine voice, one that seemed oddly familiar, declared as the torrent of magic forced its way through my body.
Struggling to maintain my thoughts, I weakly responded, "Wh...at?" The overwhelming magical energy threatened to obliterate my very being, and I was utterly defenseless against the forces I had inadvertently unleashed.
B ut then, a familiar voice, the one from my dreams, resolutely stated, "He's not yours to take."
In those final moments before I succumbed to total unconsciousness, the two feminine voices engaged in a heated argument that I couldn't decipher. Just as I slipped into darkness, the voice defending me implanted a message deep within my mind: "Save my daughters from her."
Lying unconscious in the heart of the Ozark mountains, with a turbulent surge of magic twisting around my very soul, I found myself in a situation I never anticipated. Two distinct voices had claimed me, one as its possession and the other seemingly defending me. It was essential to acknowledge that I had never intended for events to spiral so wildly out of control, and I was baffled by how things had veered so far off course. Nevertheless, I had always known that when you introduced magic into the equation, predictability flew out the window. And I don't mean the stage magic of illusionists; I'm talking about real magic, or as Aleister Crowley would put it, magick—the direct manipulation of the universe's laws through one's will.
You see, achieving the level of magical upheaval currently ensnaring my soul typically required a lifetime of rigorous training under the tutelage of an occult master. But that description couldn't have been further from me. I was a 27-year-old guy who had spent years studying software engineering in college, only to burn out during my senior year and enlist in the military. When one thinks of an occultist, a software engineer isn't the first image that springs to mind. Yet, the internet had proven to be the ideal medium for those delving into the occult.
My fascination with horror movies and the occult had been a long-standing interest of mine. Thanks to the internet, a bit of COVID stimulus money, and an abundance of free time, I finally had the opportunity to delve deeper into the world of the occult. With that context in mind, let's rewind to where I believe this convoluted journey began—back to July of this year, when I took the first step that would eventually lead to the predicament I found myself in today.
Somewhere in the heart of Kansas – July 10th, 2021
It wasn't a day that held any innate significance, but little did I know that it would mark the beginning of a journey that would take me far beyond the ordinary. The night before, during a work shift, I stumbled upon a substantial archive of occult books online and decided to download it. To my astonishment, this archive encompassed over 25 gigabytes of books, with some even rumored to contain genuine, forbidden magic.
Of course, skepticism ran deep when it came to things found on the internet, especially in the realm of magic, where charlatans often preyed on those seeking uncharted paths. But after my morning run and meditation session, I was eager to delve into the treasure trove of books I'd acquired the night before. Seated on my bed, I grabbed my phone and started unzipping the downloaded archives. As I sifted through the files, I noticed that they were organized into folders, each denoting a particular style or regional origin of magic.
As I delved deeper into the text, my skepticism wrestled with my growing curiosity. The warning in the disclaimer still lingered in my mind – was it genuine caution, or was it meant to lure in unsuspecting readers? I couldn't help but wonder.
Over the next five hours, I immersed myself in the book's pages. The first half of the text presented a version of the creation story that diverged significantly from the narratives of the Abrahamic religions. It described a different perspective, one where Lilith and her offspring played central roles, manipulated by greater deities.
Moreover, I noticed sections of the text written in a mix of Hebrew and English, suggesting the importance of the Hebrew characters in the rituals and practices described.
'According to this text, Lilith and her children had their own roles in the creation story, manipulated by greater deities,' I thought, my mind racing with the implications of what I was reading.
As I continued to explore the text, it delved into the practical aspects of the rituals mentioned in the earlier disclaimer. Many of these rituals required specific magical reagents, which I didn't have readily available. However, one particular ritual caught my attention – a simple chant or prayer that could be recited before sleep. According to the text, performing this ritual would potentially invite Lilith or one of her daughters into my dreams.
Unfortunately, the day had slipped away while I was engrossed in reading, and the local store where I usually bought incense and ritual materials had already closed. I sighed, realizing I would have to wait until tomorrow to gather the necessary items.
"Well, tomorrow I'll stock up on supplies, but for tonight, I can at least recite the prayer of invocation from Liber Lilith," I thought to myself as I prepared for my nightly meditation.
After a peaceful meditation session, I felt a sense of tranquility washing over me. My thoughts flowed effortlessly, and I climbed into bed, ready to recite the prayer as the text had instructed. With a soft and gentle tone, I began the invocation, following the ancient words from the pages of the mysterious book.
"Sacred Mother of Heaven, be gentle unto me.
I am the newborn that hangs at your breast, I am the infant that laughs upon your knee.
Shelter me beneath the hem of your seamless garment from the heat that devours at Noon.
Protect me from the burning winds of the desert.
Conceal me from the wrath of Geradamas the Righteous, whose eye searches into hidden corners and condemns the wicked.
I praise you with great praise.
More beautiful than the Sunset the secret shadows of your desire.
More beautiful than the Sunset the dark power of your promises.
Bless me with myriad blessings of your love.
Shower down upon my head the shining droplets of your scented oils.
Anoint the instrument of my lust that it may ascend to impale you.
I dedicate its power utterly in the rapture of union.
I am the true son of your womb.
I am deflowerer of your children.
Lead me in the ways of your wickedness and shelter me in your shadow from the flaming sword of the All Powerful.
Truly, Truly, Truly."
I finished the prayer and then went to sleep immediately, hoping for some sort of change in my dreams. That night, my dreams did indeed feel more vivid, but there was no sign of any presence or being influencing them. It seemed that the ritual had not yielded any immediate results.
Disappointed but undeterred, I decided to give it more time and try again in the following nights. Little did I know that these small steps would set in motion a series of events beyond my wildest imagination.
July 11th, 2021
Awakening the next morning, my top priority was to get to the store and purchase the magical reagents required to perform the rituals within Liber Lilith. After completing my morning routine, I headed to the local mall where the metaphysical goods store was located. It took about 30 minutes to gather all the necessary materials, and then I proceeded to the counter to pay.
"That will be $315.67," the clerk at the counter said after scanning all the items.
I inquired about a military discount upon hearing the total and showed her my military identification card.
"Okay, let me add that first," she said, adjusting the total.
"That comes to $284.10," she continued as I handed her my debit card. After completing the transaction, she bid me a pleasant day and invited me to return.
"Thank you," I replied, taking my bags and leaving the store. I had just spent over $200 on incense, candles, and various ritual materials that would last until Christmas. I immediately drove home, knowing that I needed to convert a space in my house into a proper ritual chamber before proceeding with the rituals described in the occult texts I had acquired.
"Adding the names Inari and Tamamo to these rituals shouldn't hurt anything, and it might lead to some interesting changes," I mused to myself as I translated their names into Hebrew to include them in the greater rituals.
Despite having everything required to start the rituals, there was one significant problem looming ahead – work the next day, which would undoubtedly cause delays in my plans.
"I do have a large amount of leave saved up, but it will take at least a few weeks of work before they approve a two-month leave," I pondered as I prepared the ritual materials and contemplated my future occult studies.
Shifting my focus from these concerns, I decided to begin renovating my meditation chamber in the basement. Creating a space dedicated to daily meditation had been my first project after moving into my home a year ago.
The room had previously been finished space in the basement, but it needed a new wall to separate it from the rest of the finished living area. Building the wall took less than $100 in materials and about two days to complete. Instead of a traditional door, I opted for a bookcase to serve as the entrance to the room. The bookcase blended seamlessly into the wall, giving the room a hidden appearance and providing a continuous, flat surface on the interior of the meditation chamber.
Once the bookcase was installed, I divided the room in half. The northern half was painted black, while the southern half was a pure snow white. The door was framed right in the center of the wall, opening outward into the unfinished portion of my basement. My intention with this design was to create a yin and yang atmosphere within the room, a fusion of light and dark, establishing an equilibrium for my meditation practice.
Opening the bookcase to my meditation chamber, I was met with the familiar tranquility of the space that had served as my meditation sanctuary for the past year. Now, it was time to transform this room into a place of deity worship, expanding its purpose from meditation to spiritual rituals.
I considered the placement of Inari's shrine, deciding that it should remain upstairs to maintain its elevated position in my home and show respect to the deity. The room transformation began with the application of Hebrew letters, as prescribed by the occult texts.
On the door, I painted the letter Vav (ו), on the opposite wall, Yod (י), and on both side walls, Heh (ה). The center of the ceiling bore the letter Shin (שׂ), while Mem (מ) was hidden beneath the carpet in the middle of the room, and Aleph (א) graced the rug at the center. These letters formed a circle of power, invoking the name of the highest power in the occult realm.
As the day drew to a close and my bedtime approached, I tidied up the room, storing away the excess ritual materials, knowing that I'd need more time to fully devote myself to the occult once my leave from work was scheduled.
"There, that should suffice until I have more time," I thought as I closed the door to my meditation chamber and settled in for my nightly meditation session. The changes I had made seemed to enhance the energy flow during my meditation, and I felt that I was making genuine progress on my occult journey.
After concluding my meditation, I returned upstairs to refresh the offerings at Inari's shrine and then retired to my bedroom to sleep. Drifting off to sleep, I recited Lilith's invocation, bringing the day to a close.
July 12th, 2021
The morning arrived, and with it, the reality of going to work rather than dedicating my time to my occult experiments. As I followed my usual morning routine and left my home, the drive to work provided some much-needed contemplation time.
Thoughts about potential deities to incorporate into the rituals described in the occult texts filled my mind. I couldn't help but wonder if these rituals could be adapted to include other deities, perhaps even those from beyond our universe. The idea of experimenting with additional names in the rituals intrigued me. I considered the possibility of establishing a connection with these goddesses, even though there was a chance I might not yield any results.
'The worst-case scenario is that I get no results and move on to something else,' I thought as I continued to brainstorm my plan for future occult experiments. To maintain balance, I decided to include both holy and dark goddesses in my endeavors. With this plan in mind, I arrived at the military base gate, where the guard requested my identification. I retrieved my ID card from my wallet, handed it over, and patiently waited as he scanned it. Once my identification was validated, he returned it to me and bid me farewell.
"Thank you, and have a good day, Staff Sergeant," I replied, putting away my ID and driving through the gate, officially starting my workday. Arriving at work, I settled into the office and relieved the off-going shift, all the while keeping my mind on the occult texts I had been exploring. As my co-workers trickled in, they greeted me with the usual pleasantries.
"Good afternoon, Sgt. Kol," they said. I returned the greeting and quickly informed them about the workload for the night. It seemed that the previous shift hadn't left us with much to do, which was a pleasant surprise.
"Tonight, shouldn't be too demanding, but it being Monday, we might still get hit with some last-minute work, as usual," I explained to my colleagues. They seemed content with the prospect of an easier shift, and so was I, as it would grant me more time for my occult research.
As we started our tasks for the night, I submitted a leave request for all of October and November. While any leave exceeding 30 days required the commander's approval, I hadn't taken any time off all year, making it highly likely that my request would be granted. With that submitted, I began pondering which additional goddesses to include in my future rituals.
The shift moved along steadily, with the downtime between aircraft activities affording me more opportunities to delve into my research. The only downside was the potential for distraction and the risk of missing important details while reading at work.
As work came to a close, I released my team for the day, acknowledging their good work and granting them an early departure. "You've all done well today, so I'll let you go a bit earlier than usual for turnover," I said.
With my team on their way home, I remained at the office, continuing to research and refining my understanding of the ritual invocations.
"I believe the deities I feel the strongest connection with are Tamamo-no-mae and Lamia, representing the element of darkness, while Archangel Michael and Lucifer's angelic aspect encompass the holy element," I concluded in my thoughts. As the next shift arrived, I briefed them, mentioning that it would likely be an easy night with only a few aircraft in the air and no scheduled maintenance for the following day
Technical Sergeant Wilhelm's response indicated that there were no immediate issues to address for the oncoming shift. This meant I could head home earlier than usual.
"Thanks, I'll see you guys tomorrow, and hopefully, I'll be on leave in October since I've basically worked this entire year without any leave," I mentioned.
He reassured me, "I'll see what I can do, but you're probably good to buy any tickets and make reservations anywhere if you need to."
"Hopefully. Anyway, see you guys later," I concluded, and he opened the office door for me.
With that, I left the office and headed home. The anticipation of experimenting with the new invocations that I had read that day and preparing for my planned leave in October filled my thoughts. During the drive, I continued to mentally repeat Lilith's invocation and the new invocations, now including the additional deities.
Upon arriving home, I followed my nightly routine, which included meditation and making offerings to Inari. After completing this routine, I returned to my meditation chamber, where I set up gold and black candles as instructed by the occult texts.
Following the texts' guidance, I translated the names of the gods and goddesses into Hebrew and created separate sigils for each of them on slips of virgin paper. I placed the sigils of Lucifer and Michael in the southern half of the room. However, while moving my ritual dagger, I accidentally nicked my palm, causing a few drops of blood to fall onto the sigils of Lamia and Tamamo-no-mae.
"Ouch," I exclaimed, reacting to the slight cut my dagger had inflicted on my hand.
As I examined my hand, a concern arose. "Hopefully, that blood doesn't smudge the sigils," I thought, carefully relocating Lamia and Tamamo-no-mae's sigils to the northern half of the room. With my composure regained, I initiated the ritual by lighting the black candle and commencing the chant, invoking the dark goddesses.
As I chanted the invocation in the dimly lit room, the words flowed with a mixture of anticipation and reverence. The incense wafted through the air, mingling with the soft glow of the black candle. The sigils of Tamamo-no-mae and Lamia rested before me, their symbolism resonating with the ancient power I sought to invoke.
"Come to me, Goddesses of darkness!
Tamamo-no-mae!
Lamia!
I offer my flesh as the Temple for your Primal Essence!
I offer my soul as the altar for your Infinite Power!
Mother of Monsters,
Cloak me in your Wings of Shadow,
Fill this ritual space with your Black Fire,
Empower me through your blood,
Lift my soul on your flaming breath,
And let me rise up to the stars.
Open the Gates of the Night for me,
So that I could meet you in the heart of the Void,
Where each thought, desire, and wish become eternal.
Grant me the power to destroy and create,
And to shape them anew from your flesh and blood.
Mother of all souls,
Grant me the keys to your Kingdom of Black Waters,
Open the eyes of my soul that I could see through illusions,
Awaken my Lust for knowledge and power,
Arouse the Desire for Divinity,
And let your Black Flames consume me from within,
And forever burn in the abyss of my heart,
For Illumination is not found in Light but in Darkness."
With each word, I felt the energy in the room shift, as if unseen forces were gathering. The atmosphere grew heavy with anticipation, and a sense of connection with something ancient and powerful permeated the chamber.
With the last lines of the invocation finished, I paused, allowing the energies in the chamber to settle. I then lit the gold candle and began my invocation to the gods of the light.
"Come to me, Gods of light!
Lucifer!
Michael!
I offer my devotion as a vessel for your divine grace!
I offer my spirit as the conduit for your celestial radiance!
Bringer of Enlightenment,
Cloak me in your Wings of Light,
Illuminate this sacred space with your Radiant Fire,
Empower me through your blessings,
Lift my soul on your angelic breath,
And let me ascend to the heavens.
Open the Gates of Heaven for me,
So that I may stand in the presence of your divine wisdom,
Where each truth, virtue, and purity are eternal.
Grant me the power to heal and protect,
And to uphold the sacred balance of the cosmos.
Bringer of Salvation,
Grant me the keys to your Kingdom of Eternal Bliss,
Open the eyes of my soul to perceive the divine order,
Awaken my Love for all creation,
Arouse the Compassion in my heart,
And let your Divine Light shine through me,
Forever guiding my path in the brilliance of your love,
For Enlightenment is the union of Light and Dark."
As I recited the words, the room seemed to brighten, as if the gold candle's flame held the essence of celestial light. The sigils of Lucifer and Michael stood before me, and I felt a sense of serenity and connection to the higher realms. The chamber became a bridge between darkness and light, and I stood at its center, seeking balance and enlightenment.
I completed the second invocation, and the energies within the ritual chamber continued to resonate. After blowing out the candles, I left the room, allowing the energies generated during the rituals to flow within the confines of the chamber. Each night, before drifting off to sleep, I recited Lilith's nightly prayer. I maintained this routine consistently until the day I departed for the wilderness, ensuring to show proper respect to the deities I was invoking and evoking.
Early Morning – November 27th, 2021
I had packed my bag the night before, getting ready for an escape into the Ozarks. My goal? To immerse myself in nature, to disconnect from the relentless grip of the modern world, and to deepen my connection with the mysterious deities I'd been dabbling with.
My bag was well-prepared, stocked with a first aid kit that could handle anything from scrapes to infections. I tossed in water purification tablets and some MREs, just in case things got tough in the wild. Nature had a way of testing you, and I was ready.
The morning of the 27th arrived, and my alarm clock shattered the silence at 5 am. I went through my usual routine, feeling the anticipation build. By 6:30 am, I was on the road, leaving behind the comforts of home for the dark embrace of the Ozarks.
As I hit the road, I couldn't help but think, "It's a long drive, but I'm itching to get there." My Garmin told me it'd take roughly 5 hours, and I hoped the time would fly by.
Six hours later, I finally rolled into the campground where I'd make my basecamp before venturing into the Ozarks. I parked my car, slung my backpack and tent over my shoulders, locked up, and headed towards the sign that read "Big Buffalo Cliff-Trail."
The signs of impending winter were unmistakable. Trees shed their leaves, and a cool breeze whispered through the woods. Luckily, it was the off-season, and there were just a handful of fellow hikers, giving me the freedom to pick a prime spot for my tent.
After a solid 2-hour trek into the mountains, I spotted what seemed like the perfect spot – right on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the valley below. This was home for the next few days. My tent was up, and the next order of business was to establish a protective barrier around it. I retrieved my enchanted salts from my backpack, ready to perform the ritual.
First, I drew two circles around the tent. The outer one, a mix of incense ashes and salt, gave off an eerie black and grey vibe. The inner circle consisted of pure salt, untouched except for a few drops of holy water from the local temple in my town.
With the salt circles in place, I pulled out my ritual dagger and pricked my thumb, just enough to draw blood. "Ouch, that always stings," I muttered under my breath as I walked around the circles, letting my blood drip onto the salt.
As the crimson drops fell, I began to chant a protective prayer: "By the blood of the Gods, which is my own essence, and by the Key of Divinity, protect this area! In the name of the Divine, this is my Will, and so it shall be!"
With the protective ritual complete, a slight shiver passed through me as I stowed the ritual dagger back in my bag. My tent and its contents were now shielded from any occult forces, and the secluded location I'd chosen ensured no one would accidentally stumble upon it.
The rest of the day was spent exploring the forest, finding a serene spot for meditation and relaxation. I roamed the woods, connecting with the natural world around me. It wasn't until the sun began to cast a fiery orange hue across the sky as night drew near that I returned to my tent.
Somewhere in the Ozark Mountains – November 27th, 2021 (Present Day)
In the end, this is where I find myself – in a moment of reckoning. I ventured too far into the realms of the occult, dabbling in rituals from ancient books that came with clear disclaimers, warning against their use by those without prior experience. It's no surprise I'm facing these dire consequences now, for the disclaimers foretold of unforeseen repercussions when one dares to bend the laws of the universe to their will.
As the relentless clash of holy and dark energies ravages my body, I can only hope that the benevolent entity or deity that intervened to aid me will continue to protect me from the malevolent force that sought to claim me. But her cryptic message about saving her children leaves me perplexed – how can I save anyone when my own fate hangs precariously in the balance?
AN: After what feels like an eternity, I've finally got some time to dive back into my writing. The first thing on my agenda? A complete rewrite of everything I've previously written. It's time to elevate it to the level I always envisioned it should be, rather than the state it was in when it was first released. I'm open to feedback, as always, and I sincerely hope this updated version proves to be a lot more captivating than the previous one.