#darkritual

[ang1331]

[harmonyhealinghub]

The Hidden Manuscript Shaina Tranquilino September 26, 2024

Ed Huxley had spent a lifetime collecting rare books. His townhouse was a sanctuary of old tomes, dusty volumes, and forgotten manuscripts. It was his way of feeling close to the past, to lost histories and obscure knowledge. He lived alone, a bachelor by choice, with nothing but his books for company. On this particular evening, as rain tapped against the windows of his study, he received a package that would change his life forever.

It arrived wrapped in brown paper, tied with a simple piece of twine. There was no return address. Curious, Ed placed the package on his desk and cut the twine with a flick of his pocket knife. Inside, he found an old manuscript bound in cracked, black leather. The pages were yellowed and brittle, but the ink remained sharp, each word meticulously crafted. The cover bore no title, but when he opened it, the words at the top of the first page sent a chill down his spine:

"The Ritual of Blood and Bone."

His hands trembled slightly as he read further. The manuscript described an ancient ritual, one that promised to unlock hidden knowledge and power. The instructions were written in cryptic language, but Ed, who had studied esoteric texts his entire life, deciphered it with ease. The ritual required a few specific ingredients—bones of an ancestor, a drop of blood, and a particular incantation spoken at midnight under the light of a full moon.

His eyes scanned the room, heart pounding. This manuscript—there was something about it, something darker and more dangerous than anything he had encountered in his many years of collecting. And yet, he felt compelled to continue. It was as if the words on the page had embedded themselves into his very mind, urging him to follow the ritual.

That night, Ed stood in his study, the manuscript open on the desk before him. The ingredients were laid out: a small bone fragment from his mother’s burial urn, a needle to draw a drop of his blood, and a black candle to illuminate the room. The house was silent, save for the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall. As the hour approached midnight, he could feel something shift in the air—a heaviness, a presence.

Taking a deep breath, he pricked his finger with the needle, letting a single drop of blood fall onto the bone fragment. The candle flickered as if in response, casting strange shadows on the walls. He began to recite the incantation, the ancient words foreign on his tongue but oddly familiar, as if he had known them all along.

The moment he spoke the final syllable, the room seemed to breathe. A gust of wind, though the windows were closed, swept through the study, extinguishing the candle and plunging the room into darkness. Ed's heart raced. His hands fumbled for the matches, but before he could light the candle again, a cold, raspy voice echoed in the room.

"Blood of the Huxley line… it is time."

Ed froze, his breath catching in his throat. He turned slowly toward the source of the voice, but the room was empty. Yet, the voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, reverberating in his bones. His pulse quickened as he stumbled back, knocking into the desk. The manuscript, still open, began to glow faintly, the ink on the pages shifting and reforming before his eyes.

The text he had just read vanished, replaced by a single, damning sentence: "The price has been paid."

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his chest, as if something deep inside him was tearing apart. He gasped, clutching his chest, but it wasn’t his heart. It was something deeper, something ancient, awakening inside him.

In his mind’s eye, Ed saw flashes of memories that were not his own. Faces of ancestors long dead, voices whispering secrets, and a cold, endless darkness stretching back centuries. He saw his great-grandfather, his eyes wild with terror, standing over the same manuscript, performing the same ritual. He saw others—his ancestors, all members of the Huxley family—each one performing the ritual at different points in time, always drawn to the manuscript, always paying the price.

A terrifying realization dawned on him. This was not just a ritual for power or knowledge—it was a binding contract. The Huxley family had been cursed, bound to this ritual for generations. Each time a member of the family found the manuscript, they would be compelled to perform the ritual, sealing their fate. It was a cycle, one that could not be broken. And now, it was Ed's turn.

His vision blurred as the memories overwhelmed him. He stumbled toward the manuscript, desperate to close it, to end this nightmare. But as his fingers brushed the pages, he felt a searing pain in his palm. The manuscript had come alive, its pages wrapping around his hand like tendrils, pulling him closer.

"No…" Ed whispered, trying to pull away, but the manuscript held fast. The ink on the pages began to flow, like blood, spreading up his arm and across his skin. His reflection in the window showed the truth—his face was changing, becoming hollow, skeletal. He was becoming one of them.

With a final, desperate scream, Ed collapsed to the floor. The manuscript lay open beside him, its pages blank, the ritual complete.

By morning, the townhouse was quiet once more, save for the ticking of the grandfather clock. The manuscript, now dormant, sat on the desk, waiting for the next Huxley to find it.

And the cycle would begin again.

[lyrinami]

Devotion's Folly

🕯️🐍 In the depths of an ancient temple, devotion takes a perilous turn as cultists summon a monstrous serpent god. Amidst flickering flames, a lone figure in white stands resolute, her fate hanging in the balance. 🏛️🔥

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[thefearpages]

Ancient Baneful Rituals

[saturninemysticthreads]

We're curious! Would you wear/use this?

[xasha777]

Hollowridge: The Festival of Shadows

[pedro10123]

Heart-Pounding Horror: REAL-LIFE Nun Faces Ancient Evil | Scary Story

What are the nuns hiding at the convent? Join us for this new scary story. Sister Emily thought she was joining a simple convent. She never expected to uncover its chilling, dark secrets and face an ageless witch in a celestial showdown! Dive into this haunting tale of bravery, mystery, and ancient rituals. You won't believe what happens next! Make sure to LIKE, SHARE, and SUBSCRIBE for more mind-blowing stories and horror narrations from the unseen world! 👀

[black-metal-artists]

Waldruine is a German black metal band, founded during the Winter Solstice of 2021 in Lower Saxony. The band embraces a dark and occult musical style, with lyrics focused on themes of occultism and Satanism.

In 2024, Waldruine released their debut album, "Nachtmeerfahrten", featuring nine tracks. Musically, Waldruine stays true to traditional black metal, delivering aggressive riffs and a dark, atmospheric sound.

The current lineup consists of N. N. Libra (guitar) and Chr. (vocals and bass). Their drummer, Valar Morghulis, departed from the band after the recording of "Nachtmeerfahrten".

Trivia: The band includes a female guitarist, which is noteworthy, as women are a minority in the black metal scene.

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Occultism #BlackMetal2024 #TraditionalBlackMetal #AtmosphericBlackMetal #ValarMorghulis #ExtremeMusic #MetalScene

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[erisrhanjayana]

Ritual the dark revolution 2021

[andreaschristianhaslauer]

Hey frenz! Am 1/2 of @omegaworldorder and we will be at WAMP vienna on the 4th of september! Jeah! We will have all the recent sweaters, shirts, scarfs and some new shizzle with us! If you haven't already, please give us a follow, we are posting more infos asap 🛀 save the date #darkritual #wampvienna #epilepticmedia #comic #zine #eyesore #generationofscum #illustration #monster #drawing #art #artwork #picoftheday #andreaschristianhaslauer #andreashaslauer #fashion #love #diy #outsiderart #artbrut #underground #ach #magazine #independentpublishing #ink #marker #omegaworldorder @wampvienna https://www.instagram.com/p/CSoo_iCs-jz/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ang1331]

[witchabroadart]

Day 26 - Dark

[konnl]

Check out a wicked preview of the illustrations that will be in The White Hand novel!! #Repost @rutherford.manor • • • • • • A little sneak peek of the art in the upcoming Rutherford Manor book : The White Hand by artist @yugennnn 🖤💀. . . . Find out what this image of Muunat means soon when the book, written by horror author @_konnartist, is released this summer! . . . #rutherfordmanor #illustration #comicart #illustrationart #demon #demonwoman #ritual #scroll #muunat #darkart #darkartists #darkangel #darkritual #horror #horrorstory #horrorfan #horrorfiction #fictionbook #fiction #thrillerfiction #thriller #originalseries #blackandwhite #blackandwhiteart #blackandwhiteillustration https://www.instagram.com/p/BvhHTyjArTx/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=pz697tynysjk

[leafworthy]

Ritual of Largeness. #giant #darkritual #giantstrength #rpgart #cardart for my game: The #Gorgon #Trail, a mix between #TheOregonTrail and #MagicTheGathering about #witches who trade magic items from town to town in Rellitreya, my fantasy version of the #SanFransisco #bayarea. (at El Cerrito) https://www.instagram.com/p/CHNpiPVDodd/?igshid=dff06uqaly4u

[moonmika]

Mercenary for the rescue. Swap for details. \\available// #illustration #rescue #heroicfantasy #traditionalart #unipin #darkritual #artofmikamoon

[rxmoart]

Yo dawg I heard you liked colors on top of your colors so I put colors on top of the colors on your colors. Colors! . . . #wip #sexmagic #sexmagick #darkritual #darkmagic #120daysofsodom #occult #art #instaart #painting #acrylic #acrylicpainting #arte #acrilico #pintura #kunst