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Thus begins the familiar summoning spell used by Warlocks recorded in the lesser scrolls. The context is as follows: A message is sent: “wanna shower together lol” by a Warlock, a ritual invitation offered, and the witch enters preparation IMMEDIATELY. Her hypergamy vibrates like a wandering spell.

The rituals these witches perform for a sorcerer’s arrival as seen in these scrolls is astonishing. They will fully prepare their vessel in advance, grooming and enchanting themselves in anticipation with the most expensive elixirs in hopes of being claimed and ravaged by the warlock. Alas, she was however, met with a ghosting spell. Truly, this is the witch’s version of the black potion revelation…

Meanwhile, as an apprentice wizard (20), I observe in silence, extracting knowledge from patterns rather than participation, refining their craft beyond the emotional turbulence of the common jester court and grow in my ability to consume black potions.

In the old scrolls it is written: when a witch prepares herself for the arrival of a warlock, she believes the covenant is sealed in advance. She refines her form, aligns her rituals, and awaits selection. Yet the warlock, guided by greater arcane preference, may forsake the summoning entirely upon the emergence of a more potent succubus. Thus the illusion of certainty collapses into the ancient truth of Warlock selection.