2009-09-21, 06:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 2009-09-21, 06:09 PM by TøbiasBlack.)
"And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy. " [SIZE="1"]Revelations 13:1[/SIZE]
I had known of the risks with this particular incantation, and I knew full well of what its intent was; I had tried to bring back the dead by using an old, and nearly forgotten form of magic. Sure most people this day and age have forgotten about magic, or at least abandoned it to the stuff of fairy tales and stories, but I didn't. I still believed in magic, despite people telling me i was delusional. I didn't care for their apathy anyways, because I knew, that once i showed them my talent, that everyone would finally show me respect.
I had gathered all the required materials and articles months in advance, and had prepared them for weeks. I knew i would have to have certain things, so I went to painstaking lengths to obtain some of the more forbidden of the items needed. On the night of the spell's invocation, I made the journey to a suitable location, away from the city and all forms of human life.
I had found an abandoned warehouse about 4 miles south of where i lived, and saw that it was completely surrounded by rusty barbed wire fences, which had already been cut open by various other people who came here before me. Probably seeking a place to sell drugs, people, stolen goods, it didn't matter now, it was abandoned, and it was all for me. I assume it was used to manufacture parts for machinery judging by the broken conveyor belts that were collapsed onto the dusty floor. Graffiti was spray painted all across the walls, various profanities and crude pictures of genitals, as well as some cheap markings of the swastika, cross, Star of David, and some other magic circles ripped out of a "Magic for Novices" booklet. Idiots didn't believe in magic, yet decided to plaster these false images anywhere they could.
Sitting on the floor of one of the more open spaces, I laid out all my tools and ingredients, safely tucked away inside tupperware tubs. After lighting several candles around me, I carefully I took out my grey and red chalk, and drew out several circles around where I would be performing the ritual, to both protect me from any malignant spirits that would want to interfere with my spell, but also to keep whatever came out from the other side contained within the rings. I drew various symbols inbetween each of the rings; the whole area amounted to roughly 8' across from the inner-most circle. Taking out the black chalk now, i drew in the center of the rings a smaller circle, and using the red chalk I write my name above the top portion of the circle, and underneath the bottom of the circle I wrote what I wished to be identified as.
Next, I took out the ingredients and, carefully mixing them together inside the containers, poured the oozy black mixture onto the black circle, making sure to only put enough so as to fill the circle and not go over the edges, or else I'd ruin the spell. After that, I dipped my finger into the tub and put a dab of the black ooze onto my forehead. It was still warm, so it felt uncomfortable at first, but after a few seconds my body adjusted to it. Having that on my forehead guaranteed that I would be recognized as the master of this ritual.
I spent the next hour sitting in the circle, meditating and reciting the mantra over and over, making sure both not to break my trance and to not miss a word, or else the spell would not work properly and anything would result. That was something i was not looking forward to, so I had to be very careful with my annunciation and timing. Once finished, I took out a 7" bladed knife I had taken with me and cut a cross pattern into my left palm, and again onto my right, and let my blood drip and spill into the now hardened black ooze in the center of the black ring, guaranteeing whatever would come from the ritual would recognize me as its master and not kill me, devour my soul, or take possession of my mind. All of which, I would not like to have happen.
Then I took out the remaining items from my bag and decided to begin the ritual. But, before I had even a chance to begin the incantations, I felt a chill shoot down my spine as all of the candles were extinguished at once, and I heard a loud BANG coming from somewhere within the factory. It startled me, and I began to grew nervous. This building was still private property, and if caught on it, I knew i would be facing fines from the police, as well as from anyone else. I had gotten to involved into the ritual though, and i was about to begin the actual process when I heard it. There was still time to abandon it and investigate the source of the noise, but, I had spent too much time and money to just throw everything away over something so trivial. I was at a crossroads with what to do next, but, I decided...
~~~~~
[ ] continue with the ritual
[ ] stop and investigate
[ ] stop, gather my things, and run away
~~~~~
I had known of the risks with this particular incantation, and I knew full well of what its intent was; I had tried to bring back the dead by using an old, and nearly forgotten form of magic. Sure most people this day and age have forgotten about magic, or at least abandoned it to the stuff of fairy tales and stories, but I didn't. I still believed in magic, despite people telling me i was delusional. I didn't care for their apathy anyways, because I knew, that once i showed them my talent, that everyone would finally show me respect.
I had gathered all the required materials and articles months in advance, and had prepared them for weeks. I knew i would have to have certain things, so I went to painstaking lengths to obtain some of the more forbidden of the items needed. On the night of the spell's invocation, I made the journey to a suitable location, away from the city and all forms of human life.
I had found an abandoned warehouse about 4 miles south of where i lived, and saw that it was completely surrounded by rusty barbed wire fences, which had already been cut open by various other people who came here before me. Probably seeking a place to sell drugs, people, stolen goods, it didn't matter now, it was abandoned, and it was all for me. I assume it was used to manufacture parts for machinery judging by the broken conveyor belts that were collapsed onto the dusty floor. Graffiti was spray painted all across the walls, various profanities and crude pictures of genitals, as well as some cheap markings of the swastika, cross, Star of David, and some other magic circles ripped out of a "Magic for Novices" booklet. Idiots didn't believe in magic, yet decided to plaster these false images anywhere they could.
Sitting on the floor of one of the more open spaces, I laid out all my tools and ingredients, safely tucked away inside tupperware tubs. After lighting several candles around me, I carefully I took out my grey and red chalk, and drew out several circles around where I would be performing the ritual, to both protect me from any malignant spirits that would want to interfere with my spell, but also to keep whatever came out from the other side contained within the rings. I drew various symbols inbetween each of the rings; the whole area amounted to roughly 8' across from the inner-most circle. Taking out the black chalk now, i drew in the center of the rings a smaller circle, and using the red chalk I write my name above the top portion of the circle, and underneath the bottom of the circle I wrote what I wished to be identified as.
Next, I took out the ingredients and, carefully mixing them together inside the containers, poured the oozy black mixture onto the black circle, making sure to only put enough so as to fill the circle and not go over the edges, or else I'd ruin the spell. After that, I dipped my finger into the tub and put a dab of the black ooze onto my forehead. It was still warm, so it felt uncomfortable at first, but after a few seconds my body adjusted to it. Having that on my forehead guaranteed that I would be recognized as the master of this ritual.
I spent the next hour sitting in the circle, meditating and reciting the mantra over and over, making sure both not to break my trance and to not miss a word, or else the spell would not work properly and anything would result. That was something i was not looking forward to, so I had to be very careful with my annunciation and timing. Once finished, I took out a 7" bladed knife I had taken with me and cut a cross pattern into my left palm, and again onto my right, and let my blood drip and spill into the now hardened black ooze in the center of the black ring, guaranteeing whatever would come from the ritual would recognize me as its master and not kill me, devour my soul, or take possession of my mind. All of which, I would not like to have happen.
Then I took out the remaining items from my bag and decided to begin the ritual. But, before I had even a chance to begin the incantations, I felt a chill shoot down my spine as all of the candles were extinguished at once, and I heard a loud BANG coming from somewhere within the factory. It startled me, and I began to grew nervous. This building was still private property, and if caught on it, I knew i would be facing fines from the police, as well as from anyone else. I had gotten to involved into the ritual though, and i was about to begin the actual process when I heard it. There was still time to abandon it and investigate the source of the noise, but, I had spent too much time and money to just throw everything away over something so trivial. I was at a crossroads with what to do next, but, I decided...
~~~~~
[ ] continue with the ritual
[ ] stop and investigate
[ ] stop, gather my things, and run away
~~~~~