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I had to garner enough powers so that I could kill Wang… His lease of life was f****** over… I was willing to do anything to get the blessings of Lord Ra… I had to perform the Imbibe Ritual… I ran straight to Eric’s room and took out the book of rituals. I turned to the page which stated the steps to perform this ritual. I read through the steps as fast as I could. I needed the stand with the three Alexarts to perform the ritual. Damn! Where had Alex kept the Alexarts now!?

The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy. The first time I saw it, I shut it so fast. But then I opened it and stared for a full minute until my thighs pressed together. The texts in the book aren’t written in English. I translated the text through three different apps, then realized it was a summoning ritual for a demon of lust. It requires spoken words, a willing participant, and one drop of blood on the page. I've always been the girl who checks the occult section first in every bookstore, so honestly it was only a matter of time before I di

A way to fight back even from within the ritual circle itself. But the book was frustratingly vague on the specifics. How exactly did you invert the ritual? What was the mechanism? The timing? I needed more information. I stood and moved back to the shelves, pulling out more books from the dark magic defense section. "Advanced Ritual Manipulation." "Turning the Blade: Using Dark Magic Against Itself." "The Art of Sacrifice: When Death Becomes Weapon." Hours passed as I read, making notes, trying to piece together the puzzle my mother had left for me. The cuts on my feet and arms stung, my body ached with so much tiredness, but I couldn't stop. I didn't dare stop.

Most of them were written in tongues long forgotten, but I was looking for one thing, the Severing Ritual. “Middle shelf. Left corner,” Keiran whispered. I followed her guidance, pulling out a heavy, black-bound book with silver runes crawling across its surface. The moment my fingers touched it, the book pulsed, like a heartbeat. My skin prickled. “This has to be it,” I murmured. I opened it to a page marked with a crimson thread. The spell was there, a ritual older than the royal bloodline. A way to sever a bond not by rejection, but by force. By darkness. By blood.

Let's get started right away" Azrail who couldn't wait any more was beaming with smiles. "Let's see what we have here." Acris opened the book and started reading through the conditions necessary to carry out the ritual when he noticed something weird. "Azrail, there is a clause written in the book we ain't prepared for?" "Read out, I'm all ears." Azrail listened with rapt attention. "To get, you must give in the same measure." "What does that mean?" "Let me think," Acris thought hard and long before coming up with something "I think it simply means to get an eye, you must give up an eye and to get a leg you must give a leg. Everything has a price tag."

He wore his usual black waistcoat, sleeves rolled up, but his expression was darker, more intense. In his hands rested a thick, ancient grimoire bound in deep crimson leather. Gold runes pulsed faintly on the cover. “The Breeding Grimoire,” he said, voice low and resonant. “A medieval fertility text. It demands a full ritual enactment to neutralize its power. You will read the incantations aloud while I perform the rites. The book requires multiple offerings — deep, thorough breeding — until the magic is sated. Do not stop reading, no matter how full or overwhelmed you become.”

Chapter 55 When I explained to them what we were going to do and those who could help us, they immediately agreed and especially since they were smarter here than I was. They know that thing better as a werewolf and I will just add strength for it. I got them and looked for the important things for the ritual and oration we were going to do. All my life this is the first time doing this kind of ritual and also since I didn’t control my power yet. Surprisingly they have books about it and surprisingly we even own some of them. Thick and need to be careful because any mistakes can break or tear its page. I didn't even ask how they got that. I spent almost half an hour studying that ritual and

“But all it means is that we’re actually onto something. It’s already been done. We can do this again.” “It’s not that. You seem really unprepared for this. This book talks about all sorts of pitfalls that can happen.” “Books can’t actually talk,” Michael interrupted, smirking. “Don’t be an asshole. You know what I mean. It states that months of spiritual and physical purification is needed, along with various sigils and magic squares, and very precise ritual presentation.” “And yet we did it without any of that crap.” “It seems incredibly dangerous. Apparently without the correct wards it leaves a body open to spiritual possession.”

It is lit only by the 13 red candles that surround the offering table. "Let's begin." Barend was shirtless. He handed the black-bound magic book in his hand to Abelard, and approached the offering table. In his right hand was a sharp dagger ready to rip the woman's skin. Abelard watched the ritual from the other end of the room. Every now and then he frowned in disgust at the ritual procession which he thought was strange and unreasonable. From the moment he received the black book from Leon, he had read it to the end before giving it to Barend. The contents of the so-called demon-summoning book were astonishing.