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charmedreincarnation · 1 year

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My shift to attack on titan

To start, I shifted to where I was 8. I was born and raised in wall maria (shigashina) with armin eren and mikasa and I spent most of my days with them. I could not imagine the bond you could have with people other than your family until I went here.

First I want to reminisce abt my besties 🥰

Armin is the sweetest smartest friend anyone could ask for. He also hums and sings which makes sense because he is the narrator of aot in this reality. He also writes journals about things he learns and things he wants to see and tells us we are going to go together. I am so lucky to be friends with someone so Sweet smart charming and caring. no words can describe my friendship with him. It was so interesting hearing his stories about his beliefs and ambitions . He was certainly humble when discussing his theories and made sure to include all of us in them.

His heart is so big I still don’t know how it fits in his dainty body. His family is poor and he helps his grandpa cultivates potatoes. Even so when he met my mother for the first time he gave us a weekends worth as a thank you gift for all the snacks I bring to our daily hangouts. Of course my mother did not want to take them as we are definitely more well off than his family but he insisted. This was met with my mother giving them two weeks of fruits, vegetables and meat, which we had to beg for him to take.

His lack of athleticism is also pretty funny. It’s not like we do anything too heart wrenching but he has horrible stamina for our age. The race to the tree goes as follows: eren winning because mikasa is letting him by enough to help his ego, then mikasa, then typically me carrying armin because he gets too tired after a while. I still make sure he wins though.

Mikasa is my first friend that’s a girl. There isn’t any school or activities to meet new people around my age, so the only people I knew were my family until I met eren and armin. Then I met mikasa. She’s kind of shy yet brave when she needs to be. She made me a doll when eren introduced us to her and I didn’t know she could be so crafty. Yes she’s clingy with eren buts she’s super protective with everyone she cares about including me. Our mothers are also both from persecuted clans and we share the same hymn that our mothers taught us, the same sigil tattoo of sorts our parents gave us, so with that alone our bond is unbreakable. We have become armin and erens first line of defense, we both have protective nature and are always stronger when fighting for our loved one. I can’t wait to have someone like her for my entire life by my side

She is a stoic and composed girl who tends to keep her emotions in check. Those close to her recognize her incredible strength and courage in even the most dire of circumstances. She is loyal and brave, ever willing to put her own safety on the line for those she holds dear.

At the same time, Mikasa does have moments of vulnerability. She is immensely sensitive to criticism and has difficulty accepting praise. Despite her impressive fighting ability and hard work which we all have seen..there are times when she feels she isn’t living up to expectations. So yea she’s is a complex person, but one thing that never changed about her, is her sense of justice and unwavering commitment to her loved ones. She is both a formidable friend and a leader. She is able to make tough decisions in even the most difficult of situations.

Then theres my boy Eren 💀💀he is an amazing daring friend. He’s the one I’ve known the longest. My mother was a nursing aid in the hospital, erens dad worked at before she got married and he is now our doctor as well! I didn’t meet him until I was about 6ish or 7 and we he started coming to his visits with his dad and we instantly clicked and we were each other’s first friend! Then we met armin together and he met mikasi and the rest is history. He would do anything for the people he cares about and though sometimes I want him to slow down and think for a second but that’s not something he does. He acts on what he thinks and I almost respect how impulsive he is. It doesn’t matter because mikasi and I will always be there to make sure he doesn’t die.

I also want to talk about my family.my relationship with my family in this reality still rings bells in my heart. My mother and uncle whom I live with are a reflection of grace and kindness embodied into people. My mother is absolutely beautiful and everyone tells me I have her eyes, which is the nicest thing I hear all the time. She is kind, beautiful, strong and everyt good thing I do I was taught by my mother. She amazes me every day with her grace and beauty. She has been the bravest and kindest role model to me, and for that I am grateful to be her daughter. Her strength and courage has inspired me in many ways, and I will always be thankful for everything she does. She sings to me everyday and braids my hair while telling me good affirmations to build my strength. She always encourages me to say thank you when I am full because not everyone has the same blessing. She would tell me stories and fables every night and make me the main character incorporating moral lessons in each one to encourage me to be the best version of myself. She was very loving and kind with her words and actions, and soft technique in everything she does and for that I’m grateful. My uncle is of the same nature. Anytime I had a curiosity he would tell me stories and teach me everything he knows about the topic. If I had an interest the next day I would find a book of it on my desk. Books on specific topics are not a right but a privilege and how he got access to them I still do not know but restrictions never stopped him from getting me my desires. He would tell me I’m the smartest most beautiful girl in the world and I hope one day I’ll believe it. He is the kindest smartest man in my life and honestly armin reminds me of him, maybe why I love him so much. I also have a father who is a merchant and often travels, and though I do not agree with everything he does as he is more conservative, and closed minded he is still a great father, and for that I’m grateful. He does business with the royals and every trip back he would bring me sweets and treats that I would share with my friends. Chocolate with candy pieces and pecans/walnuts were my favorite. He would bring them in special arrangement and tell me to make this last until his next trip. It never happened and armin mikasi eren and I would eat them all in one setting until we couldn’t walk. Regardless I shifted here at a time I had a horrible relationship with my family and for a time anytime i would speak about my mother I was referring to her. I have now obviously manifested a better relationship with my family, but at a point, and I love and appreciate them but during my darkest hour, she was my real and only mother.

Also, As I expected was the food here was heavy on meat, beans, and grains, with little variety in terms of fruits and vegetables. This meant that the meals tended to be fairly bland – not exactly what I was used to. A common dish that I enjoyed was a stew made with chunks of beef and vegetables. It was slow-cooked for hours, which made it rich, flavorful, and comforting. The vegetables were often slightly sweet, which balanced out the salty flavor of the beef. But I mean we’re a locked up village trying to not get eaten alive by titans, so good diversity is the least of my problems.

But Y’all I honestly consider Shigashina as my realhome. My village is the epitome peaceful and idyllic. The scenery here is breathtaking. Rolling hills climb to reveal breathtaking views of the valley below, while nearby forests are a pleasing mix of vibrant green and warm autumn hues. The sun creeps through the clouds just enough to cast a golden hue on the village below, and the gentle breeze plays with tree branches and grassy fields.

It’s easy to feel like you’ve stepped back in time when you wander the streets of Shigashina. Streets of cobblestone pass between quaint houses while quaint shops and restaurants line the main thoroughfare. The village’s many windmills add to the charming atmosphere, their slow rotation creating a calm serenity.The nearby rivers and lakes bring life, with their gentle rippling and abundant fish. Beyond the village, pilgrims and adventurers journey the mountains to explore the region’s unique landscapes and mysterious secrets.

Of course, no discussion of Shigashina would be complete without mentioning its many festivals. Colorful parades, traditional dances, lively music – each celebration introduces a unique flavor to the village’s rich culture. For those that want to experience something truly unique, a visit during one of these festivals is a must. From its stunning landscape to its vibrant culture, Shigashina is truly a hidden gem in my experience.

In this void (cr)I could care less about nature but there, I am outside everyday the scenery, and it’s is breath taking. I miss being a kid. Getting to go everyday to our oak tree, and run around, race and play tag, while also reading and making flower crowns for each other . We yelled and screamed and played as children with no worries in the world, the euphoria and tranquillity I felt everyday, I did not even feel in this reality’s childhood and I cannot wait to go back and be free of stress. The market place is filled with people chatting, commerce and children running about. fruit and vegetables scent was in the the air and money rattling feels nostalgic to my eyes. It’s chaotic but in the most calming nostalgic way. I appreciate every aspect of my life, after coming back here and I cannot wait to leave here permanently and continue to experience my life the way it should be with people I love and love me, and to meet more people to fulfill my life.

My experience was amazing. Yes I haven’t endured any of the hardships yet since the fall of our town hasn’t happened and I haven’t joined the scout yet. I came here to spend my days with my friends and rest. I had no responsibilities and the bond I had with my family was untouchable. I know I will have a lot of trauma to prepare for, but everyone In my life is setting me up for success, and perseverance. all that matters is that I am loved and have people to fight for. With this said I can’t wait to meet my future friends and basically family members as I grow into the this home 🥰🥰

I know this isn’t aesthetic and it’s kind of boring but I didn’t go there for the action just yet, I just wanted to spend time with my friends, and family and have no responsibilities as I came here when I was super depressed. My other shifting stories are more fun 😻😻😻

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thethunderbirbxd · 11 months

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My reality shifting spell ingredients list and spell deep dive.

Per request on discord. I'm gonna be putting a list of the herbs that I use for my spells relating to reality shifting as well as going over the ways I perform them

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This is going to be a long post Keep that in mind and some of the grammar might be funky.

For the record I am not at all an expert witch So unfortunately I do not have the answers for everything. This is a guide of what I know so far about this spell since it's only like a year and a half old.

Before this begins, I want to preface that I recommend you do your research before adapting any of these spells. Although I call this deep dive I purposefully left out information to make it more consumable for people who are new at this and this would have been a mile long otherwise. Again, I highly recommend you do your own research so you can understand it much better than how I already put it in this post. These signs, you might figure out other things that you can put in the spells.

I also went into more detail on some parts more than others such as the herbs being more detailed than probably the rest of the post.

Good luck and hope this helps ya'll!

The Main Herbs

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• Salt

I often use salt as a base for protection. Salt is the first thing I have to put it. Any assault should do, but I often like sea salt and Himalayan salt, but table salt is perfectly fine to use. Black salt may also work in this circumstance.

• Lavender

Lavender is often used as psychic enhancer. Often helping in meditation and dream work. I use it to help reinforce the protection of the salt. It is a very common herb that often aids with dreams. It is also good for cleansing. And anxiety for when you're shifting.

• Rose Petals.

Though often used in love spells, they did have other uses. I use them to add sweetness to this spell as well As to attract self-confidence.

(just to make you feel like THAT MOTHER FUCKING BITCH when shifting)

I most of the time use dried Rose petals. But regular rose petals Should work as well.

You can write runes on them if need be or just leave them as is. As for color, it's your choice. But when I can I choose yellow as to represent travel. I've just been using what I can find, which are pink and red roses.

• Rosemary

Rosemary is also an herb that's known for its protection and dream work. But it also has heavy associations with memory. In the way I use it It's for clarity as well as keeping and ATTRACTING memories from your DRs.

(I found out that last bit the hard way)

• Mint

As for this hurb, I use it for its travel symbolism. It will promote your successful and safe travel. Though it seems its associations with money are more prevalent in the everyday. It is also known for its amazing luck and success. This earth will be very useful with inducean your Successful journey.

• Star Anise

This herb is the main bulk of the spell due to it's various abilities it has for this particular spell. It covers almost all cylinders when it comes to this spell and is known as a Spell enhancer Meaning that it heightens the strength of one spells. It promotes And creates vivid dreams Including Lucid dreams and make it easier to remember them. It can heighten your psychic abilities, clarity, and awareness. Works amazingly with Divination. It can also potentially help with connecting with others from your DRs due to its property of also being able to connect with spirit guides and other such things.(So if you do channeling this should be a major help) It also Provides a lot of protection to boot.

One full star is usually enough, but feel free to add 2 or 3 more.

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I'll be providing visual examples Down here V

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My Other Ingredients

These are the Thanks I add Regularly to this spell.

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• Two Sigil bay leaves

The first Leaf

Skip to The 2nd leaf If you don't work with any Guides Or Entities.

First ask your Ditties or guides that you think you can help with this. If they agree to help you write their sigil on the bay leaf. For example one of the gods I work with is Hecate.

(BUT I DO NOT RECOMMEND DIVING INTO DEITY WORK SO EARLY IN ONE'S PRACTICE!)

Doing deity work is in fact a lot of work. You don't have to work with anyone for this spell.

If you don't already work with any Deities or guides you can just go with the second option which is....

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The Second Leaf

For the second bay leaf I write the Shifting symbol on one side and on the other I write.

"I am (Insert DRself Name) and I have shifted to (Insert DR)."

For example...

"I am Vesper Córvido and I have shifted to My hero academia."

After I set up both leaves amd I burn both In a pot, bowl, or bucket To activate them.. It is fine if there are remaining Bits of leaves and I'll explain why later. You can also substitute the bay leaves for paper or rose petals.

(Be safe around fire there are other ways to activate them!) Such as...

Breathing on them.

Speaking intention over them

Anointing oil on them

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• Boosting oil

This is optional and you can substitute it for a other things.

I made my own boosting oil that I use with every spell. If you do decide to make it just know that it's a lengthy process. The ingredients for this is.

• Vegetable oil-(But any cooking oil should be fine)

• Lavender

• Coffee grounds

• Mint

And I had it ferment for a month, so all the things would be infused into the oil, and I filtered it out later.

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Ways one can perform the spell

You can potentially do this spell in any way that you can easily do so. The three of these techniques here I did myself Before you do any of these however be sure to protect within your home and around the space that you're making this spell, as well as cleanse your tools and ingredients. There are millions of ways of cleansing that you can look up. I often use incents.

Also, for all of these, I recommend putting on subliminals and/or saying affirmations while performing these.

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• Candle spell

For candle spells, I recommend the following colors...

•Purple - Wisdom & Psychic Gifts +

•Yellow - Travel & Joy +

•White - Purity & Unity + (Because white is also made up of all colors, it can be used interchangeably for any candle you need)

•Black - Protection & Removing negativity +

•Blue - Communication and intuition +

Before you do anything with the candle You can crush up the herbs To prepare for the next steps.

After obtaining your candle (I recommend candlesticks, but T lights or container candles should work), you can carve any sigils, affirmations, or the shifting symbol Into the candle.

After that anoint Your candle with oil and cover it with the herbs Then slightly melt the bottom and stick it to a plate or anything that you're containing this in I'd recommend a plate that you think can withstand heat or Cookie pan. After planting it within the center circle it with salt. I usually contain it within a pentacle.

Then use any leftover herbs that you used to cover the candle and spread it about the circle as well as within it. At the base of the candle sit down the baileys or note. It is optional to have the the leaves burned or not burned beforehand.

After that Light the candle with intention And let it burn. For me during the process of burning I'd like to see how the flame and candle react during the process as a form of divination and possible messages I can use. You never know what you can you just gotta know where to look.

When The candle is done burning You can look around the dish and use divination to see if there's any signs for your journeys or any repeating symbols.

As for disposal you can Contain the herbs for later use or return both the wax Add herbs to nature. But if you're not sure if the wax is plastic based you can contain it for later use.

My notes

1st thing to mention with this It's to be safe around fire. 1st time I did this it went insane and cracked it's candle holder in half. As for results I got a major memory And accidentally went into the void state with that. They'll be story times about both of these at a later date.

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• Spell jars

The perks of having a spell jar are having a physical object to carry around with you and meditate on.

You'll need some type of food container like a bottle or in most cases a jar There are places online to get them for cheap or you can go to Craft stores. After cleansing it You can put all your herbs in it. Personally I'd like Lairing them like...

•Salt

•Lavender

•Rose Petals

•Rosemary

•Mint

•Star Anise

Then, take your activated bay leaves or paper and crumple/fold it up It in the jar. And it's at this point that I would put drops of my boosting oil into it. As for the next step Make sure the jar is properly sealed. Then take a candle of your Choosing and light the candle melt the wax unto the jar make sure it's sealed tight.

My notes

Very useful For when you're on a road trip and you're trying to hide it. During Spring vacation A while back I did the julia with this in my hand. My body proceeded to fist like a soda but Before anything else can happen my little brother woke me up.

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• Charm bag

Much more beginner friendly and is much less fire intensive With Bay leaves. You can refresh this spell when you need without having to dispose of everything. I You can put items in such as crystals and jewelry that you Want to charm for shifting. For example I put A large clear quartz that looked like it had a lightning Bolt in it.

Take a string pouch. You can also get these online or craft stores. After cleansing it, just pour in each herb, but you can also grind them before this. Then, put your bay leaves or paper into the pouch along with your items that you want to charm. You can meditate over it to activate it. You can also shake it around and mix all the herbs together within the bag.

My notes

This one had the Quickest results the first time I made it. I made it off of a whim I had put in extra star anise Crushing up one and put it in two hole ones and I had only gotten that crystal that day. I had set the bag next to me that night. The result was that very same night Me getting a memory from my DR in a dream And it was the most vivid vision I had ever seen. In fact this is the Koji Kode of memory I was talking about before in one of my last posts.

I'll be linking it here When I posted!

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If you made it this far Thank you so much for reading and I hope this helps you! If you do decide to do this spell commit your results or put it in the asks. That memory post will be coming soon! Good luck shifting!

blessed be<3

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grey-sorcery · 8 months

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Title: Sigilcraft Mechanics: Metasigils, Hypersigils, & Knot Magic

Suggested Reading

Sigilcraft: How-to Conceptualization Vs. VisualizationAnchorsEnergetic ConstructsIntermediate Energy WorkIntro to GnosisVisualization: Effective PracticeCorrespondencesThreshold Theory Basics of Spellcasting Spell Design

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Sigilcraft, Metasigils, & Hypersigils

When first getting into sigilwork, you may stumble into the practices of meta/hyper sigils. Metasigils are things like sigil-chains and spell circles, or multiple sigils that are connected or combined in order to create a more specific purpose. Hypersigils are nebulous connections made between concepts and intent that are embedded into the media. Hypersigils operate off the exact same mechanics as regular sigils but they are carried through a different, more expansive, vehicle. Rather than using lines and symbols to carry their purpose, their purpose is programmed through imagery, theme, composition, color theory, mathematics/numerology, and/or energy work. Sigilcraft, Metasigils, and Hypersigils represent intriguing aspects of contemporary occult practices, drawing upon psychological frameworks and symbol manipulation. Sigilcraft involves the creation and activation of sigils, which are abstract symbols charged with personal meaning and intention. These sigils serve as condensed representations of desired outcomes or transformative states. Rather than relying on explicit intentions, practitioners engage in a process of symbolic encoding to tap into the subconscious and evoke change.

Metasigils take sigilcraft a step further by incorporating multiple sigils into a larger, interconnected system. This system aims to capture a complex web of desires, beliefs, and archetypal influences. Metasigils serve as composite symbols that harmonize various facets of the practitioner's psyche, creating a unified expression of personal goals and aspirations. Through the interplay of multiple sigils within a Metasigil construct, practitioners seek to engage with deeper layers of their consciousness and facilitate transformative shifts.

Hypersigils push the boundaries of sigilcraft by expanding beyond static symbols into dynamic narrative frameworks. Hypersigils encompass a multidimensional approach, incorporating elements of storytelling, art, and personal mythology. They function as immersive vehicles that transport practitioners into a narrative world where their desires and intentions unfold. Hypersigils intertwine the symbolic power of sigils with immersive narratives, fostering a heightened level of engagement and identification. Through the ongoing interaction with the narrative construct, practitioners immerse themselves in a self-created reality that facilitates profound personal transformations.

The underlying psychological mechanisms behind sigilcraft, Metasigils, and Hypersigils are rooted in the power of symbolism and the subconscious mind. By engaging in symbol manipulation and focusing attention on the sigils or narrative constructs, practitioners tap into the reservoir of the subconscious, which is receptive to symbolic language and imagery. This process operates on the principle that the subconscious mind is more receptive to indirect communication, bypassing conscious filters and allowing for greater potential for change and manifestation.

Within this psychological framework, sigilcraft, Metasigils, and Hypersigils can be seen as tools that interface with cognitive processes, including attention, belief formation, and intentionality. The process of creating, activating, and interacting with these symbolic constructs involves a deliberate manipulation of cognitive processes to influence perceptions, motivations, and behaviors. By engaging with sigils, Metasigils, and Hypersigils, practitioners harness the power of suggestion, amplifying the psychological impact and aligning their subconscious processes towards desired outcomes.

Historical Contributions

The contributions of Paracelsus (1493-1541), Austin Osman Spare (1886-1956), Marsilio Ficino (1433-1499), Abu Ma'shar al-Balkhi (787-886), and Zhang Guo Lao (c. 8th century) to the practice and use of sigils, talismans, and amulets were instrumental in shaping the understanding and application of these symbolic tools.

Paracelsus, a pioneering 16th century physician and alchemist, explored sigils, talismans, and amulets within his holistic approach to medicine and metaphysical philosophy. His seminal works, such as "The Book of Seven Seals" and "Philosophia Occulta," elucidated the intricate connections between the natural and spiritual realms. Paracelsus emphasized the utilization of symbols and objects to harness and channel the innate healing powers of nature, promoting the idea that the physical and spiritual aspects of existence were intimately entwined.

Austin Osman Spare, an artist and occultist, brought a unique perspective to sigils, talismans, and amulets in the early 20th century. In his influential work, "The Book of Pleasure," Spare developed a method known as "The Alphabet of Desire." This system involved the creation of personalized sigils as a means of manifesting one's desires. Spare's approach emphasized the integration of sigils into individualistic practices, wherein practitioners could tap into their subconscious and project their intentions into the symbol, without relying on external correspondences or established magical systems.

Marsilio Ficino, a 15th century Italian philosopher and astrologer, made significant contributions to the understanding and application of talismans. In his notable work, "De Vita Coelitus Comparanda," Ficino explored the concept of celestial correspondences and the use of talismans to align oneself with the cosmic forces. He believed that talismans, charged with celestial energies, could serve as conduits to bring about specific effects or virtues. Ficino's emphasis on the inherent connections between the celestial and human realms paved the way for further developments in talismanic practices.

Abu Ma'shar al-Balkhi, an 8th century Persian astrologer and astronomer, explored talismans and their relationship with celestial influences. In his extensive writings, including "The Book of the Thousands" and "The Great Introduction," al-Balkhi explored the creation and application of talismans based on astrological principles. He believed that the proper alignment of planetary influences and the selection of auspicious times were crucial factors in the efficacy of talismans. His works provided a structured approach to the utilization of talismans in magical and astrological practices.

The fangshi (Occultist or Alchemist) Zhang Guo Lao, a legendary figure in Chinese Taoism during the Tang Dynasty (7th century), is associated with the creation and use of talismans. Though historical details of his life are uncertain, his role in Chinese folklore and Taoist practices is noteworthy. Zhang Guo Lao was believed to possess the ability to create and utilize magical charms and talismans. He was associated with the tradition of Taoist magical arts and was considered a master of talismanic practices.

These individuals, each with their unique perspectives and contributions, shaped the understanding and practice of sigils, talismans, and amulets. Paracelsus's holistic approach, Spare's individualistic methods, Ficino's celestial correspondences, al-Balkhi's astrological insights, and Zhang Guo Lao's mythical influence all played a significant role in the development and evolution of these symbolic tools. By exploring the interplay between natural and spiritual elements, these historical figures expanded our understanding of how sigils, talismans, and amulets can be utilized as practical and symbolic aids in various metaphysical, mystical, and magical practices.

The concept of hypersigils emerged in the field of chaos magic, and it was popularized by the occultist and writer Grant Morrison. Grant Morrison is often credited with introducing and developing the idea of hypersigils in his comic book series "The Invisibles," which was published from 1994 to 2000. Morrison expanded on this idea and proposed the concept of hypersigils, which extended the creation and activation of sigils to more complex and immersive forms of media. In "The Invisibles," Morrison incorporated his personal beliefs, desires, and intentions into the storyline, characters, and themes of the comic series. By doing so, he believed that he was effectively creating a hypersigil that would have a profound impact on his own life and the world around him. Morrison is quoted: “"The 'hypersigil' or 'supersigil' develops the sigil concept beyond the static image and incorporates elements such as characterization, drama, and plot. The hypersigil is a sigil extended through the fourth dimension. My own comic book series The Invisibles was a six-year long sigil in the form of an occult adventure story which consumed and recreated my life during the period of its composition and execution. The hypersigil is an immensely powerful and sometimes dangerous method for actually altering reality in accordance with intent. Results can be remarkable and shocking"

Uses and Applications in Witchcraft

The applications of Sigilcraft, Metasigils, and Hypersigils within the models of psychological, spiritual, energetic, and informational witchcraft encompass a diverse range of practices and techniques, each with its distinct focus and approach. Sigilcraft, the creation and utilization of sigils as symbolic tools, finds relevance and applicability in these different models.

In the psychological model of witchcraft, sigils serve as potent vehicles for self-exploration, introspection, and personal transformation. Through the process of crafting and activating sigils, practitioners engage in a form of self-directed psychological programming. Sigils become encoded representations of desires, goals, or affirmations, and their activation acts as a catalyst for subconscious shifts, empowering individuals to manifest desired psychological states or changes within their own psyche.

In the spiritual model of witchcraft, sigils hold significance as sacred symbols that establish connections between the individual and the divine or spiritual realms. Through the process of crafting and consecrating sigils, practitioners forge a connection with spiritual forces or deities, invoking their guidance, protection, or blessings. Sigils become conduits for spiritual energy and serve as focal points for devotion, meditation, or ritual practices, facilitating communion with the sacred and the cultivation of spiritual growth. May also incorporate astrology to aid in constructing this connection.

Within the energetic model of witchcraft, sigils function as energetic constructs that interact with subtle forces and channels of energy. By infusing sigils with a specific energetic signature, practitioners direct and manipulate energetic currents to influence specific outcomes or to affect the energetic balance within themselves or their environment. Sigils become energetic engrams, harnessing, transmuting, and directing the flow of subtle energies to bring about desired energetic fluctuations. Due to the pervasiveness of energy within all practices, any media or symbol can be created as, or made into, a sigil.

The informational model of witchcraft recognizes sigils as symbolic codes that communicate and transmit information beyond the conscious realm. In this model, sigils serve as gateways to accessing or altering information within the collective unconscious or the larger informational field. Practitioners employ sigils to tap into the reservoir of universal knowledge, to enhance intuition, or to encode information for purposes of communication, divination, or influencing informational flows.

Metasigils, an extension of sigilcraft, further expand the possibilities within these models of witchcraft. Metasigils operate on a meta-level, encompassing multiple sigils within a unified framework. They represent complex intentions, archetypal patterns, or overarching principles, serving as beacons for desired outcomes or as catalysts for profound shifts on various levels of existence.

Hypersigils transcend the individual sigil and encompass an entire narrative or artistic creation. Hypersigils are multifaceted expressions of intention and passion, woven into a larger creative endeavor such as a novel, artwork, or performance. Through immersion in the hypersigil's narrative or experience, practitioners engage with the intention on a deeper level, blurring the boundaries between the symbolic and the lived reality, thus manifesting desired outcomes or transformations.

Sigilwork As A Concept

The conceptual foundation of sigil magic is functionally the same as non-sigil spellwork. Both are forms of esoteric manipulation, exhibit striking similarities when examined through a purely theoretical lens. Both rely heavily on the deliberate and purposeful application of intent, passion, and gnosis, hinged on the belief that human will, when focused, can incite change in the experienced reality.

Sigil magic operates on the premise that a practitioner, through concentrated trinity of spellwork, invests a symbol, or sigil, with a specific directive or objective. This directive, often personally significant and meticulously crafted, is embedded into the sigil during its creation. This procedure leverages the potent forces of subconscious cognition, energy work, and potentially spirit work to effectuate desired outcomes. The sigil, in this case, serves as an anchor for the working of the practitioner.

On the other hand, non-sigil spell work also hinges on the utilization of the trinity, albeit sometimes without the symbolic component. Such spells, which can incorporate verbal utterances, physical actions, or the use of specific artifacts, aim to manifest a certain outcome by directly channeling the practitioner's will. In non-sigil spell work, it is the act or process of spell-casting that provides the energy which is typically anchored in a physical object or organism rather than a symbolic representation.

This dichotomy between the symbolic (sigil) and the action-oriented (non-sigil) methodologies offers an intriguing insight into the functional versatility of focused willpower in esoteric practices. While sigil magic employs symbols as the praxis for the working, non-sigil spell work instead often utilizes action or ritual which may not utilize this method of symbology. Despite these differences in methodology, both practices exhibit a common underlying principle: the harnessing of will (intention, passion, & gnosis) to effect desired changes. Energizing a sigil, akin to the preparatory stages of a non-sigil spell, involves focusing one's psychological, spiritual, and emotional energy on the emblematic object. This concentration of energy can be analogized to potential energy in the physical sciences - energy that is stored and ready to be transformed or released.

In the final stage of the sigil operation, commonly referred to as activation, the practitioner catalyzes the stored energy, analogous to the casting stage of non-sigil magic. Like a potential energy converted into kinetic energy when a physical object is set into motion, the activation process of an active sigil (see Sigil guide) transmutes the potential 'energy' concentrated in the sigil into a force aimed at manifesting the initial objective. The release of energy in this manner parallels the manner in which a spell is cast in non-sigil magic - a directional release of prepared energy to achieve a desired outcome. They also invariably utilize energy work, subconsciously or otherwise, to program the work towards a specific direction; move the work towards its target; and cause manifestation to a certain degree.

Furthermore, through the Spare method a meme, like the well-known "Loss", starts as an explicitly narrative unit. The original comic strip, that gave birth to the "Loss" meme, encapsulates a specific narrative—a poignant moment in a larger story. When this meme gets abstracted into a series of connected lines (| || || |_), it undergoes a transformative process akin to the creation of a Spare sigil, where an idea or goal is reduced to an abstract symbol.

The process of abstraction is central to this model, severing the explicit link between the signifier (the meme or sigil) and the signified (the original narrative or goal), thereby enabling the meme or sigil to be loaded with new meanings. Through the principle of intertextuality, each subsequent iteration of the meme or sigil can carry additional layers of meaning based on its relationship with other texts or cultural artifacts, further augmenting its power or ability.

When a meme is shared, engaged with, and re-contextualized by numerous individuals across the digital landscape, it can accumulate a form of energy. This propagation, engagement, and subsequent energy accumulation parallel the charging phase in sigil work.

The final aspect of this model concerns the activation of the sigil or the triggering of the meme's energy. When the meme is encountered in a context that aligns with its charged energy—whether that's humor, shock, or another emotional reaction—it discharges this energy, catalyzing a change in the perceiver's consciousness. This change is the operative goal in both meme propagation and sigil magic, making memes an intriguing tool for modern magical practitioners.

This concept is relatively mirrored by spellwork and spiritual practices found in pop-culture magic. Where a spell or being is used in real life. Pop-culture spellwork operates on similar principles to traditional spellwork, with pop culture entities taking the place of classical magical symbols or archetypes. For instance, a practitioner might call upon a character from a popular film or book, seeing in that character a symbolic representation of the qualities they wish to evoke or the changes they aspire to make. This is akin to how a sigil operates: an abstracted symbol carrying potentially accumulated meanings, invoked to initiate a desired change. Spirits conceptualized this way can become what is referred to as an egregore, or a thoughtform, which is forged in the idea of “the collective consciousness”. These entities, much like memes, are imbued with a certain collective energy derived from the shared cultural understanding and emotional investment of their audience. Intertextuality and abstraction play significant roles in both practices. In pop-culture spellwork, the entities used are intertextual, their meanings and energies derived from their relationships with other cultural artifacts. In pop-culture spiritwork, the practitioner often abstracts the entity from its original context, enabling it to carry new or additional meanings.

Applications of Sigil Conceptualization via Gnosis

The application of sigil conceptualization via gnosis demonstrates its efficacy and adaptability in various magical practices, such as knot magic, candle magic, rune magic, and kitchen magic. Gnosis, referring to a state of deep intuitive insight or focus (typically propagated through the cultivation of a conducive headspace), serves as a powerful catalyst for sigil work. The process involves the practitioner entering a heightened state, transcending ordinary awareness to connect with their intention and passion.

Knot magic, a practice found in diverse cultural traditions, involves the tying of knots to manifest desired outcomes. Through the use of knots, imbued with symbolic significance, practitioners harness the power of intention and gnosis to weave their desires into the fibers. By tying and untying knots with purposeful focus, the practitioner establishes a tangible representation of their intention through abstraction, activating the energetic potential of the work. This is nearly a 1:1 correlation to sigilwork.

Candle magic, another commonly employed practice, utilizes the element of fire as a transformative agent. The practitioner chooses a specific colored candle that corresponds with their intention, and through passion and gnosis, infuses the candle with their energy. As the flame flickers and dances, it serves as a medium for the manifestation of the spell’s purpose, releasing the intent into the universe.

Rune magic, outside of divination, is derived from ancient Germanic and Norse traditions, involves the use of runic symbols as conduits for magical workings. The practitioner, with deep gnosis, selects specific runes that resonate with their intention. By inscribing or projecting the chosen runes, they infuse them with their energy and connect with the inherent energies represented by the symbols. The runic sigils act as channels through which the practitioner channels their will and taps into the primal forces of creation.

Kitchen magic, rooted in the practical aspects of everyday life, utilizes the preparation and consumption of food as a magical act. With a focused mind and gnosis, practitioners infuse ingredients and dishes with their will. By combining culinary techniques, herbs, spices, and energetic and maybe even ritualistic preparation, they create edible hypersigils that carry their encoded purpose. As the food is consumed, it serves as a vehicle for the manifestation of the magical intent, bringing transformative energies into the practitioner's life through their physical body.

The applications of sigil conceptualization via gnosis in knot magic, candle magic, rune magic, and kitchen magic highlight the versatility and potency of this approach. By bypassing the psychological model and eschewing specific religious or ceremonial frameworks, these practices provide a pragmatic and accessible avenue for magical workings. Through the fusion of focused intention, symbolism, and intuitive insight, practitioners unlock the transformative potential of sigils and harness the universal forces at play in the world.

Ideas to Consider When Using Sigils in Spellwork

Since sigil magic can be considered a spell within itself and its core concepts permeate such a large area of magical practice, it would be wise to consider just how it is used as a component in spell work. Here are some questions you can ask yourself to see if your sigil would interact with your working in a hindering way:

Does my sigil’s meaning align exactly with the purpose of my spell?

Yes: Beyond using it as a correspondence, or a physical representation of the threshold you’re creating, it will not help or harm the spell itself. If you want or need such representation or reminder it may be helpful for casting.

No: Next question

Does my sigil avoid all concepts that are in my spell?

Yes: Will the sigil still work towards the purpose of the spell?

Yes: This sigil will aid the spell, as a spell itself rather than as a correspondence, but it won't necessarily help the caster.

No: Why are you using it? Perhaps omit it or find another to use.

No: Next question

Does my sigil represent my target?

Yes: This will work effectively so long as the sigil is energetically activated and/or can evoke solid memories, imagery, voices, and characteristics of the target.

No: Next question

Is my sigil used purely for correspondence?

Yes: Next question

No: Does the sigil imply some verbage or means of manifestation?

Yes: Next question

No: This sigil may potentially interact, though without more specific information it is difficult to tell.

Did I activate my sigil, or plan to?

Yes: Correspondence or manifestation?

Correspondence: If you plan to activate it, it would be wise to reconsider. If it is already activated, it would be wise to recreate an inactive version.

Manifestation: This sigil will work well for your purposes, so long as the means of manifestation are the same as the means defined by the spell.

No: This sigil will work for your purposes.

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word-ghost · 7 months

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Gale is where you left him in the clearing, gaze no longer tilted toward fabricated starlight, but to the barren soil between his boots. The stars are dimmer now, shrouded by swirling wisps of dark clouds.

He doesn’t turn when you approach, but knows you are near. He grits his teeth and draws a sharp breath, waiting for you to speak. You swallow the lump that rises in your throat. Before you find your voice, glaring eyes snap upward to pierce yours.

“I know I cannot change your mind. If this is what you want—”

“What I want?” he growls, rising to his feet.

“If it is what you must do,” you amend.

“Still you speak as if there is an alternative.”

“I pray one might still present itself.”

“Mystra has—”

At the utterance of her name, your limbs tense. You forget the apology you’ve been circling and burst, “What you did has caused you more suffering than it ever could her. How long did she force you to feed your guilt?”

“I have been offered atonement.”

“What good does forgiveness do a dead man?”

“Then I shall not beg yours,” Gale spits.

Silence bleeds between you. The tenuous thread of hope that has kept you looking forward slips from your grasp. You might live to see the day the malign darkness lifts from these lands, but he will not.

Your strained voice finally cracks. “Is this the memory you wish to leave me with?”

He falters, lips parting, though the tension never leaves his brow.

You stare at each other, dark gazes fixed, oblivious to how the magic changes around you, the only evidence a glint of light in Gale’s eyes.

“How would you rather remember?” He moves a step nearer. You can feel the power emanating from him, tendrils of it encircling you, connecting you to him. All you need to do is recollect.

From the first touch when you pulled him free of the sigil, when you almost wondered whether you shouldn’t put him back. Learning of his condition, and later its cause, the relief that rushed through you for having agreed to help him. Long, silent stretches poring over books by firelight, searching for the means to survive one inevitable fate, and then another.

Your mind whirls with dozens of small moments over the course of your travels, laughs had, smiles exchanged, even instances of annoyance, in hindsight softened by affection.

He can feel your panic at the sight of him taking blow after blow in battle, your energy expended to keep him on his feet, or out of an early grave.

Your thoughts linger on the road south of Last Light. It was only a night or so ago, but enough to fill a tenday has happened since.

You show Gale himself through your eyes, one moment smiling and the next on his knees, clutching at the cord that tightens around his neck. Using the last of your voice to cast a spell even as your vision blurs at its edges. The deafening calm that follows, seeing him take a breath, though you cannot.

The moment shifts as Gale takes another step forward.

His perspective, the dazed instant where he gasps for air and takes in what has happened. You caught sight of the ambush in time to prepare—but you’re surrounded. A beam of dazzling light brightens the surroundings enough to see you clearly.

There’s a smile in your eyes even as strong arms drag you down by your neck. The monster in the moonlight keeps Gale in place with a strong blow to his shoulder. His cold terror pierces through the pain as you vanish before his eyes, along with your tormentor.

His growl of rage claws your throats, as he sends bright bolts of condensed energy in all directions, hitting every one of the remaining attackers. Your companions have the upper hand, even as another of them vanishes from view.

Gale’s heart and yours pound with panicked fury as he scours the darkness, mind inundated with imagined scenarios of your unfortunate fate—until your conjured moonlight shifts. In a breath and an incantation, he is at your side. Solace warms your bellies like wine, until you ask why he followed.

In the space between reality and memory, you move nearer, pushing your thoughts ahead in time.

You tend to his injuries with care, your touch significantly more gentle than your playful barbs. Honest melancholy permeates this memory; to think of this attempt at affection, either misplaced or misinterpreted.

The Gale in between takes your hand.

His relief at your safety floods you, melded with a sense of—shame. How many times have you saved his neck, tended to his wounds, lent a listening ear? What has he given you in return, other than the added burden of his own difficulties?

So you show him his smile, the moment he makes you laugh despite the pain you’re in. You let him feel your heart flutter at his concern when his fingers brush the scar on your lips, silently saying the opposite of what he’s told you tonight.

In the in-between, he mirrors the action. He shows you your flushed cheeks, then barely noticed under the curse’s gloom, and now, more than apparent under an illusory sky that once again twinkles with stars.

#gale asked me to come look at the stars just to tell me we're not friends and it made me sad so i wrote this 😿#second person pov #read this in the narrator's voice pls lmao #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate iii #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #buggy gale #gale/tav #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 spoilers #bg3 act 2 spoilers

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elvenfoe · 4 months

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happy new year guys!!

I'm going to experiment with highly specific goal-related sigils this year, feel free to shoot me a dm if you'd like to join in! we could have discussions about sigil making, start with small goals, and eventually develop a personal practice of sigil magic through trial and error. we can share updates on what works, what doesn't, even if you're just curious about it. now that I'm typing this out i think it would be very cool if we made a group chat or something like that! let me know what you think <3

the reason behind this shift is that one of my new year's resolutions is to be honest and direct with myself, over the past two years I've realised that i use vague ideas and distant future ideals as a way to avoid discomfort and shirk responsibility. like i entered a room after graduating from a course i didn't care about and convinced myself that if i wanted to, i could leave and do anything i want and find success in it. ive built an illusion around myself in this room, and voicing actionable ways to achieve my desires feels like betraying this comfort because once i exit via a certain door, i could end up falling on my face lol. in truth, I've given up doing anything and now I'm inexperienced and lost. all that's done is create a stagnant environment around me and led to insane brain fog (also a ton of anxiety attacks, late night crying sessions, and silent screaming but such is life).

i think transitioning out of this mindset would be easier if i did it via my sigilcraft! like learning how to word my desires and thinking of actionable ways i can achieve them and then incorporating that into my statements of intent...

yes i intend to make 2024 all about self realisation through the medium of practical magic.

i find it hard to integrate myself into reality (especially working a 9 to 5) and loathe institutions and all i really want is to earn enough to leave my home country and create peace and contentment for myself. and if that works out, maybe help others do the same.

it's sooo weird having a brain that abhors reality and has to be tricked into self-sustainibility like this. lol. oh and i want to crochet more. I didn't mean to overshare like this but ahh. happy new year!!!

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avatar-saiki · 2 years

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Ride the Cow Boy

Belphegor/reader, 6k words

Rating: NSFW

Summary:

Reader is not MC, but rather an ambitious sorcerer with dreams of furthering humanity's skills in sorcery and witchcraft.

By negotiating a contract to have a baby with the devil.

A curve here.

Strikethrough there.

Two lines that must be parallel with those within the rune exactly 153 degrees away within the circle.

You sat back on your heels, subconsciously wiping sweat from your brow while checking your work.

Moonlight streamed in through the warehouse window up above, illuminating the dusty outlines and giving what was simple chalk an air of…

The chill that ran down your spine stopped the thought before it could finish.

“Okay.”

You slipped the chalk into your pocket, taking comfort in the sight of the mist of your breath. No matter how unnatural this moment might become, this was still your reality.

One had to remember that, especially when attempting to summon a higher tier demon.

The Demon Lord might be asleep, but over the most recent generations of humanity, demonic activity had begun to change.

“So then I just need…”

It was still bizarre to imagine let alone witness the exchange of students across Three Realms of existence.

You lit a match and set the incense down between yourself and the sigil of the chosen demon’s house.

After one last flick through your notes, you breathed out one last hesitation and began the spell.

So bizarre, in fact.

Light began to crackle across the chalk and your voice faltered for half a syllable.

Keep the cadence.

You’d already triple-checked your work.

You closed your eyes and focused on finishing the last verse, uttering the last word with the utmost reverence and respect for its original caster.

So far humanity had come…

Even the great Solomon had conquered death.

So…

If theory held…

“Ugh.…”

You lifted your head to find a young man laying on the floor within the circle.

“Where am I?”

His long tail swept across the floor as he moved to sit up and roll his neck.

Holy shit it worked.

You dropped to your knees and leafed through your notes again to make sure. Higher tiered demons could take on many forms, often humanoid or-

“Hey.”

His flat tone drew your attention, and you found him tapping on the barrier, each tap reverberating throughout its membrane like a bubble that might burst.

“Hey yourself,” you said, standing up and dusting yourself off. “Quit doing that. It won’t pop.”

He smirked and looked up, clearly able to see more of it than you could from the way his expressions shifted with it.

“It might.”

Doubt was one way to weaken a sorcerer’s spells.

“Nice try,” you said and crossed your arms, looking him square in the eyes. “I know the spell’s sound. Even if we make no agreement, you’re not getting out.”

“Ahhh…” He sighed heavily and sat on the floor, showing you precisely why you’d chosen the Avatar of Sloth.

“You sound like you know what you’re doing.”

“If I didn’t, would I have tried summoning you?”

He crossed his legs and leaned forward, looking up at you with a patronizing tone.

“Do you think everyone thinks that way?”

“I… well they should!”

He shrugged and swept his tail around again, the barrier crackling as he tested its lower edge.

“If I assume that, I miss the opportunities where they don’t~”

Fair enough.

You sat down across from him, willing to entertain him.

“And Diavolo’s treaty?”

He shrugged. “If you’re aware of it, then you’re also aware I’m only expected to follow it however much you believe I will.”

Another fair point.

“Well, who’s to say I don’t believe you’ll obey your master to the letter?”

His expression soured considerably. “That might be true, but Diavolo is not my master.”

“Isn’t he the one leading while the Demon King sleeps?”

He snorted and held his chin in his hand, waving you off. “If that’s your reasoning, you’re nowhere near the experience needed to be summoning me.”

Indignation heated in your face and you leaned forward.

“I’ll have you know I’m—“

The sudden raise in his brow was enough to shut you right up.

Don’t divulge more than you have to.

“Anyway, you’re Belphegor, right? Avatar of Sloth?”

He nodded with a sigh, closing his eyes again.

“Okay, you and I both know you’d rather be anywhere but here, right?” Another nod. “Good, then I’ll make this quick. I summoned you because I’m interested in furthering humanity’s magical abilities in sorcery.”

“Ugh, that sounds like so much work…” he groaned and let himself fall back. “Just send me back, there’s nothing I want.”

The heat within your cheeks returned, but for a new reason entirely.

“It’s nothing that should take more than a week.”

“Ah~ at least now I know it’s stupidity, not ambition.”

You bit your tongue, ignoring the bait.

“It should be easy, especially for someone like you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

You bowed your head to hide the smile, delighted he’d taken yours.

“You don’t even have to do that much really, and if you say no I’ll just summon someone else and ask them.”

He sat up on his elbow, staring hard at you for a moment. Then he sighed and tilted his head.

“Fine, I’ll hear it.”

You straightened up, locking your gaze with his violet eyes.

Just like you’d rehearsed, short and simple.

“I want to try to further humanity, by having a baby with a devil.”

His eyes flashed, betraying the interest that lay unspoken in his voice.

“Oh… that sounds almost… blasphemous~”

Hold your ground.

“Not at all. It’s happened before, hasn’t it?”

He tilted his head to the side, intrigued.

“Is that what you think?”

You nodded. “Absolutely. It only makes sense. How else could we have any use of magic at all?”

“Well maybe your species just worked super duper hard~” he drawled sarcastically, “You know, hard work pays off and all that nonsense.”

“Even if that may be true, the probability alone suggests—“

“Look,” he interrupted, leering at you with a smirk. “I don’t really care what reasons you have, it won’t sway me in the slightest.”

You drew yourself up, standing firm. Fine. May as well just cut to the chase then.

“That’s what I want. One week of your time to further this goal. What would I have to give you in return?”

He sighed and shook his head, “I already told you, I don’t want anything.”

“Really?” You drew yourself up on your knees, “I’m pretty confident I could get you just about anything as trade.”

He closed his eyes, saying nothing.

Doing nothing.

Honestly, you thought he might’ve fallen asleep if his tail didn’t occasionally thump on the floor.

“As long as it’s within the treaty.”

He tsked and thumped his tail again.

Frustrated, maybe?

You sat back on your heels, feeling a little uncertain.

“If it’s really not something you’ll consider, I can ask—“

“Why’d you summon me?” he asked, opening his eyes to watch you carefully. “If you want powerful offspring, wouldn’t Lucifer make more sense?”

The Avatar of Pride? No way.

“I mean… I thought about it…” you admitted, slouching a little. He definitely wouldn’t be as easy to appeal to.

“He’d refuse,” he said, something… off about how flat his voice fell on your ears.

“… and I take it you are too?”

It was a small disappointment, but not a total loss. The Avatar of Sloth might’ve been the most approachable, but you still had many others you could ask.

You turned to extinguish the incense and recover your notebook to refresh your memory of the dismissal spell.

“Well, thanks for hearing me out,” you said, finding the proper page and reading the verses. “I’ll send you back in just a minute.”

He said nothing, just stared at the smoke slowly rising and disappearing in the dusty moonlight overhead.

It was a strange request, you knew that. Far unlikely you’d find any to agree to it, and even then the risk was still high. Belphegor’s words had reminded you just how chaotic each and every demon had the potential to be.

A treaty was only worth what one believed.

Even so, the treaty worked two ways.

You inhaled a breath, ready to begin the dismissal when he spoke again.

“You’ll give me anything?”

You faltered, holding the book tight.

“Anything in my power to give, yes.”

He smiled subtly.

“Good answer… mm…”

He went quiet again, letting the silence stretch long enough for you to wonder if he’d even considered it at all.

Again, you looked down at the page and mouthed out the first few syllables when he spoke.

“I want a month.”

Startled, you looked at him again.

“You what?”

He lifted his head, humor dry.

“I gave you my price, don’t be rude and ignore it.”

You bit your tongue and lowered the book.

“A month of what? My life?”

He rolled his eyes and stood up slowly.

“No, that’s way too short. I want a month. Here. To stay.”

“Here? In the human realm?”

He nodded again and clasped his hands together, pointing at you with his first two fingers.

“I want to be able to do whatever I want and move freely too.”

A demon, not just any demon but an Avatar roaming freely under your name?

You shook your head, “That’s way too much!”

He sighed and shrugged, “Well, then you’ll have to find someone else willing to hear your request. I won’t make this offer again.”

You cursed inwardly. There was a chance you might find another demon who was willing to barter… but a chance you wouldn’t either. The further down the line you traveled could affect just how powerful your child could become too…

If it wasn’t with him, the odds you’d be able to negotiate with any over Avatar were even more abysmal.

“You can’t hurt me or anyone else,” you said, “and no other contracts while you fulfill mine.”

He nodded, sounding bored. “Yes, yes. I’ll abide by the treaty as far as you understand it.”

“It has to be at least once per day for the week.”

He tilted his head in thought. “If you give me two months, I’ll do it for two of your cycles.”

You felt your face heat despite the want to remain firm.

“A month and a half.”

He smirked. “I’ll need money.”

“I’ll give you what I can afford each day you go out.”

“I’ll need food.”

“You’ll be fed.”

His eyes glimmered.

“Somewhere to sleep.”

“I’ll take care of that too.”

“Mm…”

He slipped his hands in his pockets and looked up at the moon, his silhouette playing an unnerving sense of innocence upon the mind despite the power that was restricted within the summoning circle.

He gazed down at you again, eyes alight and unreadable.

“I accept your terms then, human.”

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“Is this really where you live?” The demon asked, wandering into the small kitchenette and riffling through the random assortment of papers on the counter.

“Yes, I- Hey, don’t touch that!”

He held up his hands and stepped back. “I was only curious.”

You gave him a withering look and shut the door, locking it out of habit.

“Oo~ smart move. Lock the door to keep all the bad things outside.” He hugged himself, adopting a falsetto tone. “I feel so safe now.”

“Ugh.”

You ignored him and set about putting your things away while your thoughts muddled about. This… you’d thought about this so thoroughly, but now you felt like you might be underprepared. Was it the part where he altered his appearance to pass off as a human in his early twenties or the fact he fell asleep on the bus ride and you basically had to drag him out at your stop?

The mere fact you had such a powerful demon in your apartment perusing through your junk mail and bills was…

Well.

It’s not like you had any right to feel weird about this, considering what you’d summoned him for.

You sighed and passed the bathroom with a quick glance in the mirror, not that it mattered how you looked. This wasn’t one of those kind of hookups.

“Okay, you- hey!”

“You should really pay your phone bill,” he said, leaning over the counter without shame, said bill in his hand. “All this red text makes it seem like they’re mad about it.”

You let out a frustrated sigh and strode over to snatch it from him. “I said don’t touch.”

He smirked and shrugged, “I wouldn’t be too embarrassed about it. My brother gets those all the time. You could try burning it? That’s what he does.”

“Yeah well, if that actually did anything I might,” you said, shoving it and many others like it in a drawer and slamming it shut. “You’re not allowed to open that.”

“Aw~ but how else am I supposed to know how behind you are paying the water and internet? Not to mention your grandpa Teri seems pretty concerned about you. Will you—“

“I was only gone for like two minutes, how much did you read?!”

He blinked and then shrugged. “Enough.”

For someone who didn’t want to know your reasons, he was nosy as fuck.

You sighed, feeling so, so tired. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. A child with a lower ranked demon could still be powerful, right? Still more so than a human child born of two magically gifted parents.

Belphegor.

It was… strange watching him. He seemed to be taking in every part of your living space, the dishes in the sink, the small living room with a single couch and rug that didn’t match the carpet at all, and all the miscellaneous things you had no idea where to put away left on every inch of available counter space.

Maybe you should’ve cleaned up a bit more.

Ah fuck it. It’s not like he cares and even if he did, you didn’t need his approval.

“So—“

“Before you start,” he interrupted, holding up a hand, “I have something important I need cleared up first.”

“Uh…” That threw you off a bit. “Okay, sure? What’s up?”

He nodded to the short hallway leading to your room, “This is a one bedroom, right?”

“Yeah.”

He leaned back with his elbows on the counter. “Okay, so where do I sleep?”

“The…” You blinked, mind blanking. “What?”

His eyes dulled and he sighed.

“I said: where do I sleep?”

“Yeah, I heard you,” you said, recollecting yourself and gesturing for him to follow. “The couch pulls out into a bed. You can sleep here.”

“What?” He groaned and leaned on the back. “Seriously? Don’t you have anywhere else?”

Per the treaty, a demon can only accept what is given of the contractor.

“Nope,” you said, feeling smug. “You asked for somewhere to sleep and this is what I have to offer.”

He bowed his head, relenting easily with a resigned sigh. “Fine…”

And this was why you chose a demon of Sloth. Still deceptive and deadly, but motivations were lower than a demon of Pride or Greed. Envy was too risky, and Gluttony too… well you didn’t really have to imagine how easily things could end poorly for you there.

“I’ll go get you a pillow and some blankets,” you said, moving to walk around him.

“Wait.”

He reached out and grabbed your arm, making your heart stop. Nothing but a simple hold to him, but your body instinctively knew there was no way to break from his grasp.

He stepped closer, eyes gazing into yours. “About our contract…”

“Sorry, you gotta sleep here. My bed is not available.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he murmured, leaning in to lower his voice. “But you said once per day during your cycle, right?”

“Y-Yeah…?” Your heart stuttered in your chest and you leaned back. “What of it?”

“Well…” He glanced at the clock on the wall, “There’s only about two hours left of today, and…”

It stopped when he looked at you again, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Your cycle’s active now, isn’t it?”

You glanced away. “I had no idea you could sense something like that.”

He laughed, letting you go. “You should assume we can sense everything, it’s better for you that way.”

Your face heated and you turned your back to him. “Noted.”

“So how did you want me to do it? Do you have some kind of system or something planned? You do know fertility is low cross dimensionally, right?”

“Yes, I know!” You turned back to face him and nearly jumped seeing him so close.

His expression turned smug and he tilted his head. “I do think all the science you humans have accomplished so far is impressive~ Fertilizing offspring outside the body and defying the nature that would keep one barren? No other creature in this realm can do that.”

Somehow the embarrassment wasn’t easing, but you remained calm.

“Yeah, and?”

“Nothing to add,” he said, stepping back with a shrug. “You’re welcome to try that too, but I don’t think it’ll have the same effect.”

Yeah, and you didn’t have the equipment or finances to even try that option. Even if there had been someone in the sorcerer’s guild that could help you, doing so would only guarantee others following your lead to do the same.

And… selfishly…

You clenched your fists.

“So what do you suggest then?”

His eyes lidded, looking down at you with a sense of superiority.

“Don’t act like you didn’t think this far ahead now. Surely you knew what you were asking for when you summoned me.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek, staring up at him. If he wanted shame, he wasn’t getting it.

“Follow me,” you said, turning to walk down the hall.

“Ooo~ sounds like someone’s bed just opened up.”

“Just for the contract. You’re still sleeping on the couch.”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say~”

Ugh.

You rubbed your temples, wondering if the next month and a half with your new roommate would be enough penance for what you were about to do. As Belphegor had somewhat confirmed, this wouldn’t be the first time two dimensional beings bore a child, but it was still a temptation of Fate’s balance.

And if you were successful…

“Oh, now see this is more my style,” he said, walking straight into your room without an invitation and turning to fall back into your bed. “Mm~ needs more pillows though.”

“Don’t get too comfortable,” you muttered, shutting the door on reflex.

“Mm…” He hummed, all but sinking in further intentionally, “that’s not something I can do.”

You rolled your eyes and walked across the room to draw the curtains, blocking out the streetlight and darkening the room even further. After your eyes adjusted, you glanced at the demon that looked like nothing more than a young man laying in your bed, a contented smile on his face.

Seeming him like that… almost made you feel…

“… are you sure you’re okay with this?”

He shrugged, not bothering to open his eyes. “I wouldn’t have left the circle if I wasn’t.”

That was true enough.

You sighed and walked over to the side of the bed, unsure where to look. “So how do you want to do it then?”

“You’re the one that wants it,” he said, stretching his arms up overhead. “You figure it out.”

“Wh- you’re not going to help me at all?”

“No?” He peered at you with one eye open. “Why would I?”

You held your tongue, but he still smirked and closed his eyes again, shimming himself more comfortably into your bed.

“You should hurry up though, the day’s almost over.”

“If you’re aspiring to be my worst encounter, you’ll have to try a lot harder,” you said, taking the hint and beginning to undress.

“Ah~ but I don’t want to try at all.”

You’d figured he was making some joke being the embodiment of Sloth, but no, he was serious. While you stripped down, he basically fell asleep.

Not the worst encounter so far, but definitely one of the most… interesting? Was interesting the right word to use here?

“Belphegor,” you whispered, shaking him awake. “Hey, wake up. You can’t sleep here, remember?”

“M’awake…” he slurred, “just tired…”

“You can go to bed after we’re done, but not yet.”

“Mmgh…”

He stretched and opened his eyes slowly, looking you over with a smirk.

“Too shy to take off your shirt?”

“No, just no reason to take it off.”

He laughed, “Fair enough, I get that.”

It was somewhat comforting he could laugh so easily. Maybe you really were the only one feeling awkward in your head.

Hell, this might not even be his first time doing something like this.

“So are you gonna…?”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot.” He reached down and lifted his hips, only to withdraw a device from his pocket and lay down again. “I should text Beel and tell him it’ll be a while till I’m home.”

“Yeah, and maybe… you know.” You gestured at him with a raised brow.

He met your gaze briefly, then went back to tapping on the screen. “I’m here and willing, that’s about all I can do for you.”

“Oh come on!”

He rolled his eyes and gestured to himself. “You have opportunity once per day, whether you take it or not is up to you.”

A glare could only do so much when the target couldn’t be bothered to look up again.

You sighed and kneeled between his legs, rubbing up and down his thighs while you let the thoughts fade. Not the best, but still not the worst. Mostly just bizarre.

Your palm ghosted over him, testing for any reaction and receiving none.

Again.

This time you felt along the shape of him, rubbing your palm down in gentle strokes once you’d found it.

He sighed quietly, stretched his arms up to rest above his head, and closed his eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep,” you said, feeling him begin to harden.

“I won’t…”

You bit your lip, watching his face become so peaceful, his lips parted in soft breath.

He was almost-

No.

Now wasn’t the time to fall for a demon’s charms.

You unbuttoned his pants, checking again for any signs of discomfort before unzipping and pulling them down. A bit challenging with the deadweight he gave, but he did seem intent to stay true to his word and not try at all.

You stopped, lingering at the hem of his underwear and staring at the bulge forming. He looked human now, but… would his…?

“Getting shy now?”

You looked up, expecting to see those violet eyes upon you full of nothing but glee in your hesitation but no, they were still closed. The steady flow of his breathing made it seem as if he might still be asleep.

“No. Why? Are you?”

His nose wrinkled briefly.

“You’re just a human.”

You smirked, feeling emboldened.

“You could still feel shy.”

“And you could continue wasting time all you like. Take too long and this’ll count as your one time for tomorrow.”

“Don’t get so grumpy.” You chided, tugging his underwear down and lifting out his cock. Huh. Looked like just about any other penis you’d seen.

Should’ve figured as much.

You didn’t have a lot of time, so you squirted on a healthy dose of lube and began to stroke him, again watching his expression. No response was… good, right? It wasn’t like it mattered, but you still didn’t want to hurt him…

Or yourself for that matter.

You reached down to touch yourself, rubbing slow circles and slathering lube all over your entrance. It’d been a while since you’d had sex and by the looks of him it’d be a tight fit.

“Okay, I’m going to start now.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, yawning a little. “Go ahead.”

Well that was a vote of confidence you’d never seen.

You sighed, mentally cursing yourself for your ambition for the third or fifth time this evening as you straddled over him and lined him up.

This was no different than theories of animals in nature seeking a strong mate for healthy offspring.

You braced your hand on his chest and bowed your head, lowering yourself down slowly and steeling your breath.

Healthy wasn’t enough, humanity needed power to change.

“Hh-“

You grit your teeth, stopping and letting yourself adjust to the pain of the stretch. It really had been a while…

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“Shut up.” You hissed through your teeth and he snickered.

“You’ll fuck me but I can’t talk? That’s hardly fair~”

You closed your eyes and willed yourself to push through it and sink down, nearly taking him in fully. It hurt, oh it hurt, but the grunt you heard almost made it worth it.

Seems no matter how smug this demon tried to be, you could still crack through the facade.

His cock throbbed, stealing the brief sense of pride as even the smallest twitch brought all your attention to muscles that had not yet fully stretched. A breath left through your teeth, shakier than before.

He chuckled, but said nothing.

Just ignore him.

… as much as you can.

You reached down and spread your fingers around him, massaging your outer lips to soothe the ache until each throb soon became a steady, bearable pulse.

Better.

You breathed out slowly, lifting your hips up and taking your time to feel the pull before sinking down once more.

This was better.

Touching yourself brought comfort, and you closed your eyes to find your rhythm and lose yourself in it.

No thoughts.

No stress.

Just…

You breathed out a quiet sigh, moving your hands to rest on the bed and deepening the rolls of your hips, riding the push and pull along his length. Using it to loosen yourself up.

It’d been so long…

You leaned forward to rest on your elbows, moaning under your breath when his cock rubbed just right inside.

This was the good kind of hurt. The stretch that felt so full and tight around what it held. It was almost enough to…

You moaned and rolled your hips into him, letting yourself sink further until it was just beginning to feel too much and rolling back again. Once more. And again.

Fuck.

You bowed your head over his chest, heat rising in your core and surrounding his cock in selfish, wet desire.

“Mmhuh…”

You laid your head down on him and reached down to tease just beside your clit, moaning with your cheek on his chest as you fucked yourself with him.

Fuck, it felt s-

Your breathing hitched and you sank down lower, rutting against him with a whine and cumming far sooner than you’d meant to.

But it had been… so long… since you’d had a good encounter.

The fact he’d stayed hard this whole time was a miracle in its own right.

You laid there, content to let yourself feel somewhat dazed and happy, nearly forgetting just who was laying beneath you.

Until he spoke.

“Was that it?”

You tensed, heat rushing to your face as you reluctantly lifted your head.

“Excuse me?”

His eyes were open now, watching you with an eerie glow.

“I’m just asking if that was it. Is that all you can do?”

The little-

Is that all you can do.

Tch.

You sat up and placed your hands on his stomach.

“You know this would be easier if you did something,” you said, starting to rock your hips again.

He laughed lightly and shook his head.

“That wasn’t part of the deal.”

You scowled at his stupid sleepy face, his eyes already drifting closed again.

“You’re really going to do the absolute bare minimum aren’t you?”

He nodded shamelessly, only adding fuel to your fire.

Maybe arguing with Pride would’ve been a better idea after all.

Whatever.

You set your gaze on his chest, ignoring him and harnessing the frustration he was trying to build to use it against him.

This stupid smug ass demon was going to cum.

Now that you’d become more adjusted, the awareness of your body made it easier to ride him and feel how his cock moved within you with every roll.

Deep.

Long.

Slow.

You heard his breath hitch and bit back a grin, sitting up to change the angle and rise up higher until just the head remained inside.

Then you sank down nice and slow~

His brow twitched and you couldn’t hide the grin that time.

Again you lifted yourself up, waited, then sank down once more.

The condescending little prick could act nonchalant all he wanted, but you saw those lips part to let out a heady breath.

You reached down to touch your clit, unable to look away from his faux sleeping expression as you rose up only to slide down again, feeling every. Little. Twitch.

Words bubbled up in your throat, wanting to be spoken but dissolving into hushed mewls as your cunt began to feel warm around him once more.

You dropped your hands back onto the bed, moving in a faster rut as you’d done so many times before. Always so effective. It was so easy to make them cum with—

“Are your hips getting tired?”

“I- wha?” You blinked, losing your rhythm with the sudden question.

His eyes were alight again, that smirk slowly imprinting itself to your memory.

“You’re moving a lot… do you feel tired yet?”

Why did it seem like he was mocking you again?

“Well usually it’s not just me moving.”

He laughed, “Right, right. I figured that.”

You squinted at him. “You’re not holding it in on purpose or something, are you?”

He shook his head with a tired sigh.

“No…I just wanna go to sleep and you’re taking a really, really long time.”

“Well like I said, it’d go a lot quicker if you’d help me.”

He sighed and looked across the room. “If I do, you’ll expect me to help again next time and I don’t want to do that.”

“Then you have no right to complain!”

He glanced back at you again, his expression a mixture of innocence and mystery.

“You really want my help?”

“Yes,” you said without thinking, already exasperated at this point.

He chuckled and shimmed himself even further into your bed.

“Okay. Give me your bed and I’ll help.”

“No,” you said flatly. If you let a demon take an inch, they’d take your soul. “You get the couch.”

“I don’t wanna sleep on the couch… the bed’s so comfy…” he said with a small pout, his eyes drifting shut.

“Oh no, don’t you dare fall asleep!”

“But you’re taking so long…”

You scowled, fighting every urge inside to not just grab this little fucker and-

Stay calm.

You breathed out slowly and considered your options. Whether he was being difficult on purpose or not was irrelevant, either way it seemed he wasn’t going to be as easy of a lay as you’d expected. And your hips were starting to feel a little sore.

If he wouldn’t move without incentive…

“What if…”

His head tilted slightly, listening.

“What if I let you have the bed for each night you help me?”

That seemed fair, right?

“So… if I fuck you, I get to sleep in your bed?”

“Only for that night.”

He thought it over and looked up at you through his lashes.

“Alright, that sounds fair.”

“Cool, you wanna shake on it o-or—“

He grabbed your arms and sat up on his elbows, gazing at you with the haughtiest expression you’d ever seen as sparks of violet and deep purples began to crackle in his hair.

“W-Wait a second—“ You leaned back instinctively, watching as horns began to spiral outward from his temples, his aura filling the air with an oppressive energy so thick it was hard to breathe.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”

His tail whipped up and wrapped around your body, pinning your arms to your sides.

“I-I said you can’t hurt me.”

He grinned and laid back again, resting his arms behind his head.

“I’m aware~” he said, tail winding tighter. “You said you wanted help.”

You tested for any sort of give and found none.

“I don’t see how this helps.”

“No?” His eyes flashed with amusement and he lifted you slowly, then thrust you back down against his pelvis with a wet slap that sent a shudder rippling from your core up your spine. “Really?”

Something felt… different.

His cock pulsed, drawing your attention inward. Into this… feeling.

It… it was… wasn’t moving exactly, but the shape of it-

“You humans can be so stupid, it’s almost sad.”

His tail squeezed tighter, lifting you with ease and slapping you down again.

Was it…

Again.

Whatever it was, it hit just-

“Did you really think your plan was something original?”

“N-No, I-“

Again.

Your back arched and you breathed out through your teeth, determined to not cum again until he finished.

“Hnn~” He hummed, the end of his tail curving around and feathering across your stomach. “I’m surprised you could be so brazen…”

You chanced a glance down at him, questioning without speaking a word.

His grin widened and his tail held fast, lifting and lowering you down on him as if you were nothing more than a toy.

“I don’t care what your reason is,” he said, a sadistic lust spreading across his face as he watched you pant and whine. “You can pretend to be some hero all you like~ but you and I both know…” It was…

Too much…

The way it moved with every pulse.

“Beh… Bel…”

His grin widened and he pulled you down, pushing himself even further inside. Your walls quivered and your eyes rolled, unable to process just whatthis feeling was.

“You’re just looking for a stud~”

“N-Nn-“

“Shut up,” he purred, his pace relentless as he used you to chase his pleasure.

You’d never-

Been-

“F-hah-“

He moaned, his tail constricting around your hips and rocking you against him, using your orgasm to milk himself as warmth blossomed deep within your core. So, so deeply you were already on the edge of another when he pulled you in close, wrapping his tail around so tight as his body locked.

One last throb up his length, making it flex inside you as he buried his seed deep inside.

Then, just as quickly as he’d bound you, his tail relaxed and began to unwind. You fell forward without the added support, just catching yourself on his chest in a breathless gasp.

“Mm…” He turned his head to the side, eyes already drifting shut. “You can stay there for a minute or two… but then get off of me. I want to sleep.”

“What… What the fuck was that?” you murmured, watching as his demonic features began to fade.

He said nothing, as expected.

“Hey.” You bounced your palms on his chest, shaking him. “Hey, Belphegor. Did you really fall asleep?”

Nothing but an idle snore answered you, and you sighed.

Well…

You looked down at yourself, feeling sore, sticky, and tired.

Dammit, he gets the bed tonight.

You sighed and lifted your hips up, wincing a little and clapping your hand over yourself to soothe the ache. He made no effort, no sign he was even conscious as you carefully climbed over him and caught yourself on wobbly legs.

Once again, he appeared like nothing more than a young man….

You shook the thought away and gingerly tiptoed your way out of your room to find some spare blankets and pillows, holding your hand over yourself to keep it but his cum began to dribble out, spilling between your fingers.

You sighed and went to the bathroom instead to clean up, knowing that just one night wasn’t likely for it to take anyway, and if sacrificing a few nights in your bed would get you what you needed, so be it.

‘You’re just looking for a stud~’

You banished the thought as heat kissed your face yet again.

“You don’t know anything about me,” you muttered, flicking off the light and opting to just lay on the couch tonight. The morning could be for setting things up properly. Or the next day.

For now, you just wanted to sleep.

And not think about the violet eyes peering into your dreams.

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PARTIES: Leviathan & Teddy (@eldritchaccident) SUMMARY: In an inexplicably unusual move, Leviathan decides to experiment with stuffing demon magic into humans. CONTENT WARNINGS: Child endangerment.

— 1993, Port Orchard, Washington —

A dim light shone on a dusty and otherwise empty room. The old shack out near the edge of the waters was just big enough for Charles and Lydia Jones to complete their work. A hushed nervous energy split between them as they prepared the very last of the items they needed for the ritual. This is what they’d been waiting for. Countless hours of lost sleep spent pouring over ancient tomes and barely legible scrolls, for this. It was finally, finally, time. Lydia nodded to her husband as she lit the last of the candles. Checking her handiwork on the inscriptions that littered the floor, three of the walls, and even the ceiling. All pointing towards and creating a frame of the sixth plane, the point where they would make contact.

Charles, for his part, took the nod and went to grab what was perhaps the most important part of all this. The sacrifice. The offering. It was hard to say if his breath was catching in his throat because he was nervous or feeling guilty. This late in the game though, that hardly mattered now did it? Their life’s work had to mean something. They had to do this in the same way that the sun had to rise each morning. Far more than simple desire or need this was… it was everything. With each and every bit in place, the pair stood resolute in their chosen spots and began to recite the old words.

Older than anything human, perhaps even pre-dating life itself. There was no time for them to be worried that their research had yielded fallow fields, as moments after their words began, so too did the twisting of reality itself. The flickering flames of each candle jumped to the chalk outlines of the sigils, changing to an eerie white rather than the comforting orange. It sped across the pathways and overtook the whole of the shack in moments. Filling the air with a salty sulfurous hiss as the wood on the framed wall began to shudder and buckle. Bits of it falling away and melting into nothing as the whole edifice around them shook violently. Beyond the wall, the portal, was no longer the west coast of the United States. No, it was hardly a coast. A thin trickle of land that spilled clumsily into a vast and endless ocean. Nothing else in sight for miles. The air was thick and hot like they’d just cracked into the equator. For a moment it was still. Save for the hungry waves lapping at the shore.

Charles and Lydia stepped forward, careful to not smudge a single line, or disturb the sleeping form at the very center of the circle. Resolute. Determined. And grim. They’d done something. Opened up a portal to somewhere. But it was hard to tell if they’d done it right. That is, until the shape began to form on the horizon.

Impossibly large, dizzying and daunting to look upon, it rose from the ocean. To say it was hard to look at was like saying it was hard to see the earth while still on it. The whole of the creature was far too large to witness it all at once, even as far as it was away. It moved with frightening speed though, seemingly arriving closer without ever having left where it was. Maybe it was just that big. Parts of it still squirming and writhing in the distance, carrying tidal shifts of water as its hulking frame appeared closer and closer. Each time they thought they could catch a sense of the scale, it shifted. Another bend, another set of tentacles and claws, and appendages meant to rip, tear, and maim. And before long, something of a face.

It pulled so much water from the sea below that it almost blotted out the light of whatever dimension this was with a fierce and terrible rain. A tentacle slid upshore and into the room behind them and for a moment Charles was worried that it would break the tether, but no. This creature knew what it was doing.

The Leviathan was here. And they were ready to make their plea.

—

Summonings were few and far between, but not unheard of. Most people that tried, failed. Getting every last little detail right was intentionally hard—Leviathan didn’t want just anyone busting down its door to ask for something. Even to a being with an infinite lifespan, that felt like a waste of time. The harder it was, the more likely that those determined enough to try and fail and try again until they discovered every last piece of the puzzle would have something tasty to give in return for a touch of its power. Literally and metaphorically, of course.

Behind its vast ribcage, something dark coiled around its heart and pulled. A grin appeared on what could be called its face, toothy and uneven and difficult to see all at once. It rose from the depths of its ocean home, slithering its head up toward the source of the tug, blackening the seawater in its wake. Those impossibly large jaws parted as the window began to open, its form twisting and writhing as it balled itself up and made a move to center its attention on the two—no, three—humans that awaited it.

The sound of the waves and the rain created by the displaced saltwater suddenly cut out, as if the world had gone mute. As the tentacle that was offered forth made its way into their dimension, the greater demon took control over the portal from their ritual magic, widening it to give it a better view into their space. An odd number of eyes blinked out of synch, their various hues brightening with an ethereal glow as they set upon the offering.

Ah hah.

The dreadful silence persisted, contrasted horrifically by the storm that raged over their heads, springing up out of nowhere in what appeared to be both of the dimensions, as if conjured by the stitching together of realities itself.

“Charles and Lydia Jones,” came a voice, though it had no physical form. It was in their heads, scratching at the sides of their skulls and the backs of their eyes, clicking and popping and grating against their senses. “What is your desire?”

—

To say their hearts were beating fast, or loud, or any other word in the English language seemed too small. Too nondescript. The longer the pair looked upon the creature they’d summoned, the harder it was to form coherent thought. Rattled and shaken by the voice that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere all at once. Lydia was the first to speak up. It was her plan in the beginning. Charles had stumbled onto something very interesting a few years back and she’d been the one to piece together what it could truly mean.

“Immortality.” Her calm and steady voice hid well the shambles she felt her body falling into. The gnawing at the back of her mind as they waited for a response felt like ages though it was mere moments in reality. The same reality they’d managed to split wide open. She couldn’t help but sink into that sick pride, that her handiwork had wrought this beast upon the world, and that the ritual made some sort of bind between them. One she’d be able to ask anything of. Unbeknownst to either Lydia or Charles, this was not at all the case. The summoning ritual was just that, a ritual to summon. Without a contract there was nothing beholding the great demon to do anything on their behalf.

“You will grant my husband and I immortality, and we will give you my first born.” She demanded it like it was owed to her. Behind the woman, and despite the fact that he’d been given some sedatives, the small form in the center of the circle began to stir. Teddy Jones was five years old. A little bit of a handful at times, given his strange proclivities and abundance of energy. But all together a good little kid. Smart as a whip. Friendly. Maybe a bit too much. He trusted so easily and openly. Took to his stepfather Charles mere moments after they met. Didn’t even suspect that something might be off when his parents gave him a rather special treat so early in the morning and began to load him into a car to drive down the coast. All he remembered was being happy that he got some candy. Mom never gave him sugar.

Blearily, with more than a little wobble to his motion, Teddy sat up. There was so much happening. Like the voices in a movie theater, reverberating so loud it felt like it was inside his head rather than out. Neither of his parents noticed the child they served up on a platter. Didn’t notice how he stared up and out at the immense creature that seemed to loom in over them from all directions. Most kids would have been scared. But Teddy had been read books about ancient beasts from the time they ran out of Dr. Suess. Always wanting to learn, always wanting more. Even managed to teach himself how to read a few of the easier ones. Guess he had a knack of ancient writing.

—

Immortality. Leviathan could have laughed. It wasn’t an uncommon request: in fact, it was the most common request by people that summoned demons of any caliber, placing it just in front of wealth and power. They were so predictable, the humans. So afraid of their mortality, afraid of never being enough. And these ones, the long-haired one in particular, seemed confident that their prize was earned.

As Leviathan looked upon the child, something… interesting happened. A burst of curiosity, a funny little thought that had never crossed its mind before now. It could offer what she wanted, of course. Easily. And in exchange, the child would be handed over. What would a demon such as it do with a child? That was the question, one that it felt certain neither of these people had really considered. There was something cliche about offering up your first born, or… whatever this toddler was to them, an idea that humans had gotten into their heads was the ultimate sacrifice. And maybe it was, when you cared for others. Maybe. But… that silly idea still lingered, and the creature made a wholly unorthodox decision.

“Immortality is what you want. The exchange you offer… one soul for two. Seems… unbalanced.” The tentacle that shared their space wrapped around Charles’ middle faster than any of them could react, lifting him into the air. “It means very little to me, of course. Outside of principle.” Its many eyes focused on Lydia now, grip on the husband tightening. “How much are you willing to give to escape death?”

—

Charles had no time to think, let alone scream or plea. He looked at his wife with terrified wide eyes as the wheels and cogs twisted in her head. He knew the answer long before she’d say it out loud. Knew that the rest of the world was practically disposable to Lydia and her obsession with legacy and everlasting life. Chuck should have known better. Should have seen the warning signs. Should have delved deeper about what happened to the boy’s biological father. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Lydia however, spoke clear and true. “Take him as well then. But you will obey me.”

—

The massive appendage that held the man hostage gave a brief and crushing squeeze, snapping his spine and killing him instantly. It dragged him back through the portal and beneath the waves, and for a moment, the demon seemed to ponder something. Then, a shift. Its flesh bubbled and peeled away, sinking into the water as the sound kicked back on and Lydia’s ears were met with a sickening sizzling sound. The ocean was boiling, the monstrosity that sat before her disappearing into it like a bit of chocolate melting in a cup of hot milk.

What emerged was human, or what looked human. Wearing the clothes that Charles had died in, Leviathan strode through the portal to face Lydia with glowing, seafoam green eyes. “Obey you? I think you misunderstand the nature of this deal,” he said, now from an actual mouth. His gaze turned again to the child. “An easy mistake to make. If you’d summoned a lesser demon, perhaps you’d be right. But here…” He reached for the child, picking him up and bracing him against his hip, “in my house…?” He clicked his tongue, grinning down at him. “Should have chosen your words more carefully.”

The air seemed to evaporate from the room. Suddenly, Lydia couldn’t draw breath. She looked on in fear, waiting to see the same struggle for oxygen in her son, but he just smiled up at the man—the demon—that held him and laughed. Leviathan’s gaze slowly slid over to meet hers, uncaring and unamused with her attitude.

“What do you think, little fella? How long will it take her to suffocate? Two minutes? Three? I feel like it’s always longer than you’d assume.” He tapped an index finger against the toddler’s button nose, deciding that this would be a very entertaining experiment indeed. “Don’t you worry. Papa will take great care of you.” His eyes met Lydia’s again as she sank to the floor, her skin tinted blue as her lungs starved. His palm pressed to the child’s torso, and a blue-green light spilled from it, filling the room. He spoke in a language Lydia couldn’t understand, all while staring her down. Her vision was growing dark around the edges, eyes bulging in their sockets.

“Two souls for one… now that’s more like it, isn’t it, Tadpole?”

#. thread ;#. with ; teddy jones #. keeping up with the joneses ;#. keeping up with the joneses ; hell is the highest reward

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lovebvni · 1 month

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my opinion on shifttok

ok, we all know that tiktok in general is a very toxic, harmful place for people that are growing up.

my opinion on shifttok isn’t going to be very… new? but it’s going to have some of the good parts, yk?

im not making this blog long bc i dont care a lot abt tiktok 💀💀

anyways, i hate shifttok. the negativity there, the lies, the manipulation is sooo SOOO harmful, and im tired of it. the fact there r so many people, witches included, that manipulate their viewers “if u don’t watch to the end/like/follow/ do x y z, then u will never shift!!” has me fed up.

let me tell everyone this, if u don’t interact with a post bc u don’t care, you aren’t goin to be held accountable by the universe, because that person just wants fame. hell, half the videos i see on there, even if the person doesn’t look interesting to me, i am SCROLLING faster than a foxy can run, okay?

there is nothing wrong with not caring, as long as you aren’t putting anyone in harms way, yk? and by not liking or following, you are not killing anyone!! if anything, they r trying to guilt trip u for their own gain. if there was genuinely something going on that is serious, i doubt it would be on tiktok.

anyways, back to shifttok…

i think shifttok is a good *introduction to shifting* place. just to know what it is, what it’s like and to learn the basics. it’s like having a pen pal is something fun, u can learn about them, but once u find out they have a different view than u, i highly doubt u would take their advice on something u disagree ruth, yk?

so, all and all, shifttok as a hole is a toxic place — but if it wasn’t for tiktok, witchtok and shifttok, then would u have been introduced to shifting at 15? 16? or u could have possibly never been able to find it.

of course, everything is going to come to you if u need it, but sometimes bc something doesn’t blow up for at least a short period of time, you would have been introduced to it LATER!

what im getting at is, introduction ≠ learning from the place. i was introduced to witchcraft in church, under the blind-eyes of christian’s, but once i did my own research and talked to people with their own experiences, that’s when i found it how helpful it can be.

that’s all. shifttok is still bad, but there’s always *something* even the tiniest bit of hope in the bad.

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mirkwood83 · 8 months

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“I have the motivation to shift” Shifting Sigil

Not sure how many of these I’ll be making but another of the affirmations to sigils.

#reality shifting #shifting realities #shifting community #shifting #shifter #shifters #shiftblr #shifting sigils #reality shifting sigils

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killshot777 · 2 years

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I asked this random filter on tiktok which deity i shpuld reach out to and its giving athena??? Someone help though PLEASE

#tarot #divination #kpop #sigils #spirituality #killshot777 #sajinnie #sarena #tarotblr #wiccan #deity work #athena #apollo #hecate #zeus #goddess #god #reality shifting

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hope-to-hell · 2 years

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The Drift. Evan Marshall. Creature feature. Angst with just a touch of blood. Evan Marshall: Monster Hunter has a nice ring to it, but the reality is kind of crummy. Something of a prequel to Ash and Sigil. (Ao3 link).

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Lotta bodies.

Yeah.

Lotta blood.

Yeah. Listen, can we just—

Evan talks little and smiles less. He hangs around the dimly lit bar, peeling the label off his beer and waiting for the inevitable. Not death, because he knows it’ll find him wherever he goes and it’s gonna be real bloody. No, what he’s waiting for is the sound of boots on grubby linoleum, squeaking with each step until their owner stops with an embarrassed shuffle. Evan knows each beat of this conversation by heart: the awkward greeting, the hemming and hawing, dancing around the town’s recent troubles until he digs up some mercy and gets right to it.

How many?

Five in two weeks. Two kids at the lookout, then Jenny Wright and the Colfer twins down by the lake. Lotta blood.

So you said.

But first there’s the little bits of bullshit while this latest town’s anxious lawman tries to figure out if Evan is the real deal: if he’s got the skills and the balls to get them all out of this mess, because Evan doesn’t look like much under that flannel and barn coat. He looks a little like a kid trying on his dad’s clothes, trying to be bigger than he is. If you were able to get close enough to feel him warm beneath his clothes, well, that would be another story.

If you were close enough, say, to spread your hands wide over his back you’d feel him burning fever-hot; you’d feel the shift of muscle riding close to the skin; you’d feel the knotted scars as they catch under your nails and oh the sounds he’d make. But anyway.

It doesn’t do him any good to think about pleasure at a time like this; he sees fear in the stranger’s eyes and can almost taste the acrid sweat that clings to him. Death has come to these people, not to slip quietly into their beds like a lover, but to hunt them down and rend them apart. Their burden settles on Evan’s shoulders because whether he wants to or not, he is bound to help.

Okay, he says. Show me where.

The air is all a-chill with autumn creeping in; mist drifts at Evan’s feet and when he exhales it’s with a cloudy white sigh. All his old broken bones are aching: all the finger joints and ribs that were set almost right, sitting in the back of his truck with gritted teeth trying to do for himself what someone should’ve done for him in warmth and comfort. As it is, he walks the wooded path he mapped out in the bar last night, marking a route to follow the terrified deputy’s directions.

Only ten minutes’ walk to the lookout, hang a left at the fork and you’ll be there in no time.

You coming? No answer, but he expected little else; every hunt since the first has been a solo job, and if he’s tired and lonely at least he’s not dragging anyone else into the fire with him.

(You’re too soft, boy. Weak. Your brother would be ashamed to see you now. Wish it’d been you who—)

Christ. I need a vacation. It’s so absurd it’s almost funny; people like him don’t get vacations. He’s most likely to find a lonely death somewhere in the woods with blood loss and asphyxiation fighting to get him first. He entertains the idea of vacation a moment longer, drifting in nebulous thoughts of bright stars overhead and the gentle scent of scrub willow, of sleeping in the open without fear, maybe even waking pressed up warm against someone.

(Shh. Go back to sleep. You can have a crisis when it isn’t three in the morning.)

He feels the sigil sticky under his shirt; it’s clumsily done, shaky, looking every inch like it was cut in front of the bathroom mirror in some dingy motel. But it’s the best he can do, so it’ll have to be enough. It joins other scars of similar shape, marks to keep his quarry from sinking its fangs into his throat. Maybe he’ll get lucky and find a hungry puma instead of a demon; maybe he’ll be able to stroll back into town tomorrow morning and say what you need is fish and wildlife. Not my area, not my problem.

Fat fucking chance.

Evan lays his traps and settles in to wait for nightfall. He doesn’t sleep or drift in thought; every sense is sharply focused on a small damp cave across the clearing. And when even the nightbirds stop their lonesome calls, when the only sound is his own blood pulsing in his ears: loud, tidal, and— he hopes— enough to call the creature to him before it starts to hunt— when even the moonlight seems to hold its breath— then, then the creature emerges, skulking slow across the clearing toward the scent of fresh blood and sour sweat, over the circle hidden beneath rotting leaves.

It’s pallid and wet, a worm of a thing; it’s still nascent, still orienting itself around the venom coursing through its veins. It’s far too new for instinct to be overridden by conscious plans; like a newly-hatched snake, it lashes out and drives its venom deep without restraint; what it lacks in strength it makes up for in zeal.

No wonder you’ve been killing kids. You’re just a baby. Yes, and later on it will come after hikers, farmers, whole families. Evan knows; he bears the scars of his fight against these demons. He’s arrived moments too late and spoken lies of comfort to a dying girl— it’s okay. It’s okay. You’re gonna be fine— and watched the clouds settle across her eyes. He’s drifted into the night alone with strange blood drying on his skin. And so he pushes back any mercy for the shadow of humanity still lingering about the creature; when it steps inside the trap and starts to howl, he gets to work.

And it isn’t pretty, nor is it clean. By the time he’s finished, Evan’s red up to his eyes; he’s panting, mouth open, feeling a burning pain where an errant bit of demon landed on his tongue. Already his mind’s eye is turned toward the days he’ll have to spend chained to the wheel of his truck, scratching at his arms, waiting for the poison to run its course. He’s got until tomorrow night before he lays aside his control; he’ll need to drive as far and as fast as he can, til he reaches a place where no one will find him. But first he needs to see this through.

Evan brings the creature’s head back wrapped in oiled canvas. No one is there to witness save the sheriff, who cringes back from proof of the finished job. What do I do now?

Make something up. A bear attack, whatever. Burn the body and bury its bones deep. Don’t go out alone at night.

But— you killed it.

Yeah. I did. But this kind of trouble tends to come in groups. Be careful.

(Don’t be stupid.)

And when the sun is low in the sky, Evan is watching with his hands draped over his knees; his thoughts drift until they fetch up against a thought that tickles the back of his mind now and again. Vacation. Yeah. I could really go for that. His chains are heavy and they bind him well; out here there is nothing but the sound of wind rustling the long grass. Out here, he will lose himself for a time.

The sun sets. Evan’s blood rises and he begins to scream.

#henry cavill #Evan marshall #henry cavill fic #evan marshall fic #blood creek #blood creek fic #my fic #this fucking guy can’t catch a break

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A White Future, Volume 2 Episode: Ion, Sync, & Florian Translation Part 9

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This section of the novel covers Ion discovering Sync’s identity after examining Guy’s curse slot, as well as Sync’s POV during his first and final conversation with Ion on the Tartarus. Things are quickly getting sadder and sadder.

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‘Perhaps I was naive to the reality of what it means to be the chosen replica—’ Ion thought.

Those thoughts manifested in Ion’s mind upon meeting another replica of the late Fon Master, a replica he’d thought had been discarded long ago.

Guy Cecil, who was traveling with Luke, Tear, Natalia, and Jade, had been afflicted with a curse slot.

Guy had collapsed in Chesedonia from severe pain, and when Ion had examined him, he’d found a wound on his arm shaped like a sigil.

“Sync did that to me the other day,” Guy explained, teeth gritted from the pain.

He’d been in a skirmish with Sync the Tempest of the Six God-Generals over the contents of a fon disc he’d stolen from him at Choral Castle.

“There’s no way… it’s a curse slot,” Ion muttered in disbelief.

“A curse slot?” Luke immediately asked, clearly concerned about Guy.

“Yes. It's a Daathic fonic arte applied to a person's fon slots,” Ion explained. “It reads information from the brain, using the person's memories to control him…”

Ion’s words broke off at that point.

‘Only a Fon Master can use a Daathic fonic arte… So, Sync must be…’

While his face might be hidden by a mask, Sync must be one of the replicas made at the same time as him. Ion was convinced of this.

However, Ion was also sure that no replica other than himself was capable of using Daathic fonic artes. If Sync could use them, then only Van could be responsible.

Ion wondered why Van would have kept one of his fellow replicas. He considered that Van might be planning to use Sync to replace him someday. If that was the case, Ion had no guarantee that Mohs wasn’t trying the same thing—

A replica who had been born to be Ion, but could not become him. Ion now wondered how Sync felt about him, the so-called ‘chosen winner’.

He rarely ever saw Sync the Tempest at the Order. They’d never spoken face-to-face, but he’d once overheard him speaking to someone in a harsh, sarcastic tone. He’d heard word of his cold and ruthless way of fighting.

Ion's heart ached as he felt as if he had seen the unfulfilled grief and resentment of the replica in that moment.

At the same time, Ion wanted to meet with this replica that shared his face and speak with him.

“Ion, are you okay?”

The sound of Anise’s voice snapped Ion out of his thoughts.

“I’m all right,” Ion answered, then continued his explanation, “The curse slot's power varies depending on the proximity of the user. The user is probably nearby. We should get away from here quickly.”

As he explained this to everyone, Ion subtly traced the area with his eyes in an attempt to figure out where Sync might be lurking. But he couldn’t find him.

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‘Ion noticed my presence—’ Sync had sensed it from his position at the Malkuth Consulate in Chesedonia.

Since he’d used a Daathic fonic arte, it was possible for Ion to realize the user was a survivor of the Zaleho volcano, even if he wasn’t the real Ion.

But something deep inside Sync’s body felt Ion’s consciousness shift toward him. He hadn’t screwed up in any way that would expose his appearance, but it certainly seemed to be something special. Something that connected the two of them, who were both born from the same data.

‘What if it were me in his place...’ Sync had imagined as he’d watched the ship carrying Luke and his party leave the Kaitzur military port.

‘Ion is hiding his true identity. What if I take off this mask and appear in front of him? With his little entourage in the room, of course...’ Sync laughed in the back of his throat at the thought. ‘Not that I care about the other people, but his reaction might be interesting.’

It was some time before the opportunity actually presented itself.

Sync had his chance after the fall of Akzeriuth, when the Tartarus was launched in order for Luke to halt the vibrations of the planet’s core.

He’d crept into the landship and destroyed the fonic glyph painted on the deck, just as Van had instructed him.

“I won't let you get away. You're going to drown in the sludge here!” Sync had called out to them when they appeared on the deck.

Without the fonic glyph, they would not be able to return to the surface. Sync caught sight of Ion out of the corner of his eye as he faced down Luke and the others.

‘Hmph. You can't even fight!’ He thought scornfully.

Guy swung his sword down at him. Sync slipped past it and knocked Luke off his feet with a Reaper’s Toll palm strike. Without a moment's pause, he uses his Dragon Shot strike arte to engulf Jade, Tear, Natalia, and Anise, who were waiting in the rear, lifting them high above the deck and slamming them down below.

‘Haha, this is no big deal.’ Sync thought as he struck out at Luke and Guy with Absolute’s ice blades. A burning pain suddenly seared down his back as Luke circled behind him.

Sync screamed.

Luke's sword clanged again as Sync took Guy's subsequent attack squarely in the face. At that moment, Sync’s mask was struck.

With a hard thud, the mask fell to the floor. Sync slumped to his knees in disappointment.

“Y-you...” Luke’s eyes widened in surprise.

“It can't be... There are two Ions...!?”

Hearing the voice of the Fon Master Guardian, Sync knew that the opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived—though, albeit by accident.

Ion, who had been watching Sync from afar until then, stepped up and began to speak, “Just as I thought... You are also a replica of the Fon Master.”

“Wait! What do you mean ‘also’?!” Guy asked.

“...I am Fon Master Ion's seventh replica—the final one.”

“You’re a replica!?” Luke was stunned.

‘Luke, you’re an easygoing guy who’s never thought about replicas other than yourself.’ Sync chuckled to himself through his harsh breaths.

“I'm sorry Anise. It's only been about two years since I was born.” Ion lowered his eyes and Anise looked taken aback.

“Two years... That's when I became one of your Guardians... Wait...was Arietta reassigned because you had no memories of the past?”

‘Look, look, everyone looks so surprised. Serves you right,’ Sync thought while watching Ion’s face. However, if one looked at Sync’s expression, they’d see nothing but pain.

“...You had the closest abilities to the original. Unlike us trash. Our powers were weak, so we were thrown into the mouth of the Mt. Zaleho volcano. We were still alive!”

Sync had never wanted to whine this way in front of Ion. But, once he’d started talking, it was like a dam had broken and the words kept flowing out.

“I'm nothing but trash, a replica that can't even be used as a substitute. A piece of garbage, and yet the only reason I'm alive is because Van wants to use me. In the end...only those of us who are useful are kept alive out of pity.”

Sync pushed himself to his feet and started backing away from the group.

‘Yeah...and I might not even be allowed to control when I die. Van will keep me in this ridiculous life as long as he sees a use for me.’

With one final step, the deck disappeared under his feet. Sync fell and sank into the dark sea.

#tales of the abyss #tota #tales #shiro no ashita #sync the tempest #fon master ion #ion #luke fon fabre #anise tatlin

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