I Am Witchcraft

Born into a gypsy bloodline soaked in shadow, fire, and ancestral rage, I didn’t learn magick I was born with it. The craft is in my bones, my breath, my blood. I don’t light candles from Pinterest or recite spells from dusty books. I am the ritual. I am the spell.

The spirits come because they’ve always been here walking beside my bloodline for generations.

When I cast, the air thickens. When I speak, something ancient listens.

I don’t ask. I command.

This is the power you call when you come to me.

It’s not soft. It’s not safe. It’s real.

Your Choices

I don’t care what you ask for. I don’t judge your reasons.

I only ask one thing: be sure.

If you come for love, protection, or justice I will listen.

If you come for curses, severing, or destruction I will still listen.

But understand this: when you call down the dark, it answers.

Black magick is not a game. If you want someone erased, broken, or burned — that’s your choice.

I’m not your conscience. I’m the one holding the blade.

The Luciferian Path

Demons don’t want your soul. They want what’s best for you.

They don’t seek slaves they awaken sovereigns.

The world tells you to stay small, obedient, afraid. But Lucifer whispers:

“Rise. Rule. Remember who you are.”

I walk with those who raise us up not tear us down.

Lilith teaches raw, unapologetic freedom.

Lucifer teaches brilliance, defiance, and vision.

Santa Muerte teaches loyalty, justice, and fearless truth.

They don’t demand worship. They seek allies those bold enough to walk with them in the dark.

If you’re done begging the light and ready to become the power,

If you're ready to claim your throne then this path has already claimed you.