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This isn’t a joke. This is real, and I’m sharing this for those who are ready to understand what it means to call upon the forbidden. The powers I’ve invoked are ancient, tied to Satan and the demons that serve him. I didn't think this would work either, but after weeks of researching this power, I performed this ritual successfully.
This is black magic—Satanic magic. Not the Hollywood shit, but the rituals and pacts detailed in grimoires like the Ars Goetia, part of the Lemegeton, an ancient text describing 72 demons summoned by King Solomon himself. Each of these demons serves Lucifer and wields power over specific aspects of life: desire, wealth, destruction, and, in my case, love.
I used this knowledge to make her love me. Here’s how it’s done.
Step 1: The Pact
The first step is summoning a demon to carry out your will. For love and desire, I chose Sitri, one of the 72 demons in the Ars Goetia. Sitri is a prince of Hell, known for inflaming passion and creating irresistible attraction.
The summoning required precision and preparation. I created a summoning circle, inscribing it with Sitri’s sigil—the unique symbol that binds his presence. Materials included:
• A black candle (anointed with a mixture of sulfur and olive oil).
• A goatskin parchment on which I drew his sigil using ink mixed with my own blood.
• A copper chalice filled with red wine, symbolic of the blood of the pact.
At exactly 3:00 a.m., the witching hour, I recited his invocation:
“Sitri, Prince of Hell, I summon thee. By the authority of Lucifer, by the will of the abyss, I call upon your power. Grant me dominion over the heart of [her name]. Make her desire me, think of me, and be bound to me in all things. In exchange, I offer my service and obedience to your will.”
After this the air became thick, heavy. The flame of the black candle flickered wildly, even though the room was sealed. I felt his presence—not visible, but undeniable. This was not imagination; this was real.
Step 2: The Binding Ritual
Once the pact is accepted, the next step is binding the person’s will. I created a fetish—a representation of her—using materials tied to her essence:
• A strand of her hair, taken without her knowledge.
• A piece of paper with her handwriting, burned to ashes and mixed into black wax.
• A drop of my own blood, to link her to me through the pact.
The wax was molded into a doll, her name inscribed on its chest. This doll became the vessel for her soul. I placed it in the center of a pentagram and surrounded it with offerings to Sitri: incense made from frankincense and myrrh, sulfur to strengthen the connection, and a lock of my own hair as a final seal.
Over the doll, I whispered:
“By the power of Sitri, by the authority of Lucifer, I bind your heart to mine. Your thoughts, your desires, your dreams—they are all mine now. You will love me, desire me, and think of no other. So it is spoken, so it is sealed.”
Step Three: The Sacrifice
To make the spell unbreakable, I had to offer something in return. Blood wasn’t enough. Flesh wasn’t enough. Sitri demanded something deeply personal. I offered the thing I held most sacred—my faith.
I burned a crucifix, watching as the flames consumed it, and recited:
“I renounce all ties to Heaven. I renounce the light. In darkness, I find my salvation. By this sacrifice, bind her to me for eternity.”
The room filled with the smell of burning metal and sulfur. Shadows danced unnaturally on the walls, and the candles went out all at once
Warnings and Consequences
This worked. Within days, she started reaching out to me more, telling me she couldn’t stop thinking about me. Her obsession grew rapidly, as if she were under a spell—which, in truth, she was. But the power I invoked has a cost.
Since the ritual, I’ve noticed things. Shadows move in ways they shouldn’t. Whispers come from nowhere. My dreams are filled with strange, burning landscapes and the sound of laughter—not hers, but his.
This is not something you do lightly. The forces I’ve called upon are real, and they will not leave you alone. Sitri fulfilled his part of the bargain, but now I am bound to him. Every time she looks at me, I feel the weight of what I’ve done.
If you’re thinking about doing this, understand that you’re trading your soul, your peace, and possibly your sanity for power. Demons like Sitri don’t give without taking. Love gained through black magic isn’t love—it’s possession, and it leaves both of you marked.
This is black magic—Satanic magic. Not the Hollywood shit, but the rituals and pacts detailed in grimoires like the Ars Goetia, part of the Lemegeton, an ancient text describing 72 demons summoned by King Solomon himself. Each of these demons serves Lucifer and wields power over specific aspects of life: desire, wealth, destruction, and, in my case, love.
I used this knowledge to make her love me. Here’s how it’s done.
Step 1: The Pact
The first step is summoning a demon to carry out your will. For love and desire, I chose Sitri, one of the 72 demons in the Ars Goetia. Sitri is a prince of Hell, known for inflaming passion and creating irresistible attraction.
The summoning required precision and preparation. I created a summoning circle, inscribing it with Sitri’s sigil—the unique symbol that binds his presence. Materials included:
• A black candle (anointed with a mixture of sulfur and olive oil).
• A goatskin parchment on which I drew his sigil using ink mixed with my own blood.
• A copper chalice filled with red wine, symbolic of the blood of the pact.
At exactly 3:00 a.m., the witching hour, I recited his invocation:
“Sitri, Prince of Hell, I summon thee. By the authority of Lucifer, by the will of the abyss, I call upon your power. Grant me dominion over the heart of [her name]. Make her desire me, think of me, and be bound to me in all things. In exchange, I offer my service and obedience to your will.”
After this the air became thick, heavy. The flame of the black candle flickered wildly, even though the room was sealed. I felt his presence—not visible, but undeniable. This was not imagination; this was real.
Step 2: The Binding Ritual
Once the pact is accepted, the next step is binding the person’s will. I created a fetish—a representation of her—using materials tied to her essence:
• A strand of her hair, taken without her knowledge.
• A piece of paper with her handwriting, burned to ashes and mixed into black wax.
• A drop of my own blood, to link her to me through the pact.
The wax was molded into a doll, her name inscribed on its chest. This doll became the vessel for her soul. I placed it in the center of a pentagram and surrounded it with offerings to Sitri: incense made from frankincense and myrrh, sulfur to strengthen the connection, and a lock of my own hair as a final seal.
Over the doll, I whispered:
“By the power of Sitri, by the authority of Lucifer, I bind your heart to mine. Your thoughts, your desires, your dreams—they are all mine now. You will love me, desire me, and think of no other. So it is spoken, so it is sealed.”
Step Three: The Sacrifice
To make the spell unbreakable, I had to offer something in return. Blood wasn’t enough. Flesh wasn’t enough. Sitri demanded something deeply personal. I offered the thing I held most sacred—my faith.
I burned a crucifix, watching as the flames consumed it, and recited:
“I renounce all ties to Heaven. I renounce the light. In darkness, I find my salvation. By this sacrifice, bind her to me for eternity.”
The room filled with the smell of burning metal and sulfur. Shadows danced unnaturally on the walls, and the candles went out all at once
Warnings and Consequences
This worked. Within days, she started reaching out to me more, telling me she couldn’t stop thinking about me. Her obsession grew rapidly, as if she were under a spell—which, in truth, she was. But the power I invoked has a cost.
Since the ritual, I’ve noticed things. Shadows move in ways they shouldn’t. Whispers come from nowhere. My dreams are filled with strange, burning landscapes and the sound of laughter—not hers, but his.
This is not something you do lightly. The forces I’ve called upon are real, and they will not leave you alone. Sitri fulfilled his part of the bargain, but now I am bound to him. Every time she looks at me, I feel the weight of what I’ve done.
If you’re thinking about doing this, understand that you’re trading your soul, your peace, and possibly your sanity for power. Demons like Sitri don’t give without taking. Love gained through black magic isn’t love—it’s possession, and it leaves both of you marked.
