u/YaHWeHsWarrior

Offering services im mostly into the business of justice and new love!

Ps: im not new to magic but im new to here!

I had a shit day at work. My wife is divorcing me, she’s taking custody of our son, and my parents had recently passed away. It felt like every part of my life was collapsing at once, almost as if the devil himself had decided I was his newest target. By the time my shift ended, I didn't care about anything except almost getting shit faced drunk to forget the world for a few hours. I ended up at a run down bar, halfway through my drinks, when a sharply dressed man walked over and asked, "Looking glum. Mind if I take a seat next to you?" I shrugged and muttered, "Sure. Why not? My day can't get any worse."

The man looked completely out of place. He wore a black tuxedo, polished shoes, and a fedora, with a pair of expensive sunglasses tucked neatly into his jacket pocket. The moment he sat beside me, the loudest crack of thunder I'd ever heard shook the entire building. Lightning flashed through the windows so brightly that the whole bar lit up like it was daytime. Every conversation stopped. One bartender nervously looked around before saying, "What in the absolute fuck was that? Holy shit." From the back of the room, a massive drunk shouted, "Sounds like me clapping your mum!" before nearly choking on his own spit and slobber. The bartender stared at him for a few seconds, sighed, and went back to cleaning glasses. Honestly, if I hadn't already been emotionally exhausted, I probably would've started a fight.

Instead, I stared into my drink until the stranger finally spoke. "A guy like you shouldn't be drinking until he pukes," he said calmly. Then he added, "You've got too much potential." I laughed so hard I almost spilled my drink. "Potential?" I asked between laughs. "You sound like my middle school teacher trying to cheer me up after I got eliminated first from the spelling bee." He didn't smile. His face remained perfectly still as he replied, "Potential shows itself in many ways." Reaching into his jacket, he placed a business card on the counter. "I'd like to recruit you into my company."

Curious despite myself, I asked what the job paid. When I admitted I made only eighteen dollars an hour sweeping floors, he nodded and casually replied, "I'll pay you ninety dollars an hour to work construction." I immediately assumed it was some kind of scam. "Who the hell pays ninety dollars an hour for construction?" I asked. Without missing a beat, he answered, "This isn't an ordinary construction project. We're building the tallest tower to ever exist." I raised an eyebrow. "How tall?" His eyes never left mine as he replied, "Farther than Heaven... and rooted deeper than Hell."

I burst into laughter, assuming it was just another bizarre sales pitch, but he remained completely serious. Then he called me by my name. "What's so funny, Jacob?" he asked. I froze. "How do you know my name?" For the first time all night, he smiled. "It's on your work shirt, silly." I looked down and immediately felt stupid. Sure enough, my name tag was right there. He chuckled before saying, "You're named after a man said to have wrestled with God. We need people brave enough to challenge authority." The money was too good to ignore, and with nothing left to lose, I agreed to visit the construction site the following morning.

Before leaving, I asked for his name. He laughed softly and replied, "It's on the business card, silly." Then he disappeared into the storm. Looking down, I saw only two words printed on the card: Cataha Towers. His last name wasn’t on there so we’ll just go by Cataha.It struck me as an odd name, but before I could think much about it, the room suddenly spun around me. Everything faded to black, and the last thing I remembered was smashing face first into the wooden floor.

The next morning I woke up in my own bed with a pounding headache and a sore nose. For a moment, I convinced myself the previous night had simply been an alcohol fueled hallucination. Then I reached into my jacket pocket. The business card was still there. After getting dressed, I entered the address into my GPS and drove about thirty minutes outside the city. When I arrived, chain link fences, heavy machinery, and countless construction workers surrounded an enormous worksite. Waiting for me near the entrance stood the same mysterious man from the bar.

As I stepped out of my car, I looked up and immediately forgot how to breathe. The tower was impossible. Its peak disappeared beyond the clouds as though it pierced the heavens themselves, while massive support columns stretched so deeply into the earth that they vanished into darkness. For the first time, I wondered if the man's description hadn't been exaggerated after all. He greeted me with the same warm smile and handed me a massive stack of paperwork. "Just sign these forms before we begin," he said. I barely glanced at the pages. Ninety dollars an hour was enough to make anyone overlook the fine print. I signed wherever he pointed until every page was filled.

Once I finished, another worker led me toward the tower. I looked back and asked Cataha if he was coming with us. He laughed. "I'm scared of heights." I couldn't help but laugh back. "The guy building the tallest tower in history is afraid of heights?" He smiled. "Life is an oxymoron. You'll come to learn that." Then his expression darkened. "You won't be working above ground today. You'll be helping with the foundation." He pointed toward a massive shaft descending into the earth, and together with several workers, I began climbing downward.

The deeper we descended, the colder everything became. Strange symbols covered the stone walls, not painted but burned directly into the rock itself. I asked another worker what they meant. Without even looking at me, he simply replied, "They represent the dimensions of the tower." That explanation somehow raised even more questions, but nobody seemed interested in talking. Eventually we reached the bottom, where the foundation stretched endlessly through concrete, steel, and darkness.

Then I heard it. At first it was barely noticeable a faint scream somewhere beneath my feet. Then another. Then hundreds. Soon it sounded like thousands of voices crying, begging, and choking somewhere beneath the earth itself. I froze in place and looked around, but nobody else reacted. It was as though I was the only person who could hear them. One worker finally introduced himself as Curry. Without saying another word, he walked to a massive steel control panel and grabbed a long metal lever.

The instant Curry pulled the lever, pale green and white energy exploded beneath the foundation and surged upward through the tower like glowing blood rushing through veins. The screaming became unbearable. I covered my ears and shouted, "What the fuck is this? What the fuck is going on?" Another worker named Richard leaned toward Curry and quietly whispered, "He already signed the contract. He can't leave now." Curry slowly turned toward me before pointing at the glowing energy. "Those," he said calmly, "are the souls of the dead. They're what powers the tower."

I laughed not because anything was funny, but because the alternative was impossible to accept. "You people are insane," I shouted. "This has to be some kind of trafficking operation." Richard slowly shook his head. "We thought the exact same thing. We all wanted to leave. But just like you... we signed the contract." Curry lowered the lever, the glowing energy vanished, and with it, the screaming stopped. Somehow, the silence that followed felt even worse.

Nobody spoke as we climbed back to the surface. I drove home without turning on the radio or even noticing the road beneath me. The moment I stepped through my front door, my legs gave out beneath me. I collapsed onto the living room floor and cried harder than I ever had in my life. I had no idea what I had signed, no idea who Cataha really was, and no idea what kind of future now awaited me. All I knew was that I should have read every single word before putting my name on that contract.

P.S. Always read your fucking contracts.

It’s essential.

Ill update as soon as possible.

I had a shit day at work. My wife is divorcing me. She's taking custody of my son. My parents recently passed away. It's almost like the devil himself has it out for me.

Anyways, I'm almost shitfaced drunk at this bar when this guy comes over and says,

"Looking glum. Mind if I take a seat next to you?"

I shrugged.

"Sure. Why not? My day can't get any worse."

He was a clean guy. Too clean to be in a place like this. Fedora. Black tux. His shades tucked neatly into his jacket pocket. You could tell most women probably thought this guy was a ten, especially compared to a sucker like me.

The second he sat down, the loudest crack of thunder I'd ever heard shook the entire building.

Lightning flashed through the windows so brightly it lit the whole bar like daylight.

Every conversation stopped.

One of the bartenders looked around nervously before muttering,

"What in the absolute fuck was that? Holy shit."

A massive drunk sitting in the back yelled,

"Sounds like me clapping your mum!"

He nearly gargled on his own spit laughing.

The bartender just stared at him for a few seconds before shrugging and going back to cleaning glasses. In this economy, it probably wasn't worth getting fired over.

Honestly... if I hadn't already been so emotionally drained, I probably would've flipped a table and beat the guy with it.

Instead, I stared into my drink.

The man beside me finally spoke.

"A guy like you shouldn't be drinking until he pukes."

I let out a dry laugh.

"You've got too much potential."

That made me laugh even harder.

"Potential? Potential?" I said between laughs. "You sound like my middle school teacher trying to cheer me up after I was the first kid eliminated from the spelling bee."

He didn't laugh.

His face stayed perfectly still.

"Potential shows itself in many ways."

He reached into his jacket and placed a business card on the bar.

"I'd like to recruit you into my company."

I looked at him sideways.

"How much do you make now?"

"Eighteen bucks an hour sweeping floors."

"Wonderful."

He nodded.

"I'll pay you ninety dollars an hour to work construction."

I scoffed.

"Dude... is this some kind of scam? Who the hell pays ninety bucks an hour for construction work?"

"This isn't an ordinary construction project."

He folded his hands together.

"We're building the tallest tower to ever exist."

That actually caught my attention.

"How tall are we talking?"

He answered without hesitation.

"Farther than Heaven..."

His eyes never left mine.

"...and rooted deeper than Hell."

I burst out laughing.

He didn't.

"What's so funny, Jacob?"

"I just thought that analogy was kinda wacky..."

Then something clicked.

"...Wait."

"How do you know my name?"

For the first time all night, he smiled.

"It's on your work shirt, silly."

I looked down.

Sure enough...

There it was.

I felt like an idiot.

He chuckled.

"You're named after a man said to have wrestled with God."

He leaned forward slightly.

"We need people who are brave enough to challenge authority if we're ever going to reach our goals."

I wanted to laugh it off.

Instead I thought about my empty bank account.

My divorce.

My parents.

The bottle sitting in front of me.

"Ninety an hour is too good to pass up."

"I'll come check it out tomorrow."

His face lit up.

"Wonderful!"

He handed me the business card before standing up.

"See you tomorrow."

"Wait."

He stopped.

"You never told me your name."

He laughed.

"It's on the business card, silly."

Then he walked away.

I looked down.

The card simply read:

Cataha Towers

Weird name.

I slipped it into my pocket before standing to leave.

The room suddenly tilted.

Everything around me faded into darkness.

The last thing I remember was my face smashing against the wooden floor.

I woke up in my own bed.

I had no idea who brought me home.

My forehead throbbed, and my nose felt sore from where I'd apparently face planted the night before.

For a second I wondered if everything that happened at the bar had just been some alcohol induced fever dream.

Then I reached into my jacket.

The business card was still there.

So much for that theory.

I got ready for the day like normal.

Brushed my teeth.

Took a shower.

Washed my face.

Got dressed.

Then I punched the address from the card into my GPS.

It was only about a thirty minute drive, but somehow it felt closer to five. Before I knew it, I was pulling into a parking lot surrounded by chain link fencing and heavy construction equipment.

Standing outside waiting for me

...was Cataha.

He smiled the same way he had the night before.

Almost too warmly.

Several men stood behind him wearing matching construction gear.

I stepped out of my car.

Then I looked up.

My jaw nearly hit the pavement.

The tower.

It was impossible.

Its peak disappeared into the clouds, as if it punched straight through the sky itself. Looking down, enormous support columns vanished deep beneath the earth.

For the first time...

I wondered if what Cataha said wasn't an exaggeration after all.

He gestured for me to follow him.

As we walked, he signaled one of his workers.

"Bring me the paperwork."

The man hurried off before returning with a thick stack of documents.

Cataha handed them to me.

"Before you begin, I just need you to sign a few forms."

I barely looked at them.

Honestly, I just wanted to get started.

Ninety dollars an hour was life changing money.

I scribbled my signature wherever he pointed.

Page after page.

When I finally finished, Cataha smiled.

A little wider than before.

One of the workers gave me a firm pat on the back.

"Come on."

He led me toward the tower.

I glanced back.

"Aren't you coming with us?"

Cataha laughed.

"I'm scared of heights."

I blinked.

"What?"

"I had a really bad fall when I was younger."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"So the guy building the tallest tower in history is afraid of heights?"

He grinned.

"Life is an oxymoron."

He adjusted his tie.

"You'll come to learn that."

Then his smile faded.

"Anyways... you won't be going up today."

"You'll be working on the foundation."

He pointed toward a massive shaft descending into the earth.

"You'll be going below."

I nodded.

Along with several workers, I started climbing down.

The deeper we descended

the colder the air became.

Halfway down, I noticed strange symbols carved into the walls.

They weren't painted.

They looked burned into the stone itself.

I pointed at them.

"What are these?"

One of the workers answered without even looking.

"Don't worry about them."

"What do they mean?"

"They represent the dimensions of the tower."

"Huh."

That didn't really answer my question.

But nobody seemed interested in talking.

Eventually we reached the bottom.

The foundation stretched farther than I could see.

Concrete.

Steel.

Darkness.

And then...

I heard it.

Very faint.

Almost impossible to notice.

Someone screaming.

Followed by another.

Then dozens.

Like thousands of voices buried beneath layers of earth.

People crying.

Begging.

Gurgling.

I froze.

I looked around.

Nobody else reacted.

It was like I was the only one hearing it.

I swallowed hard and kept walking.

One of the workers finally introduced himself.

"My name's Curry."

Average height.

Stocky build.

Hairy arms.

Brown skin.

He walked over to a massive steel control panel and grabbed a long metal lever.

Without warning

He pulled it upward.

A violent surge of pale green and white energy erupted beneath the tower.

It rushed upward through the structure like glowing blood flowing through veins.

It stopped just before reaching ground level, hidden from the public above.

The moment it activated...

The screaming became unbearable.

I covered my ears.

"What the fuck is this?"

My voice echoed through the chamber.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

Another worker finally spoke.

His name was Richard.

He leaned toward Curry and whispered,

"He already signed the contract."

"He can't leave now."

Curry slowly nodded.

Then he looked me dead in the eyes.

"Those..."

He pointed toward the glowing energy.

"...are the souls of the dead."

"They're what powers the tower."

I laughed.

Not because it was funny.

Because it couldn't possibly be true.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You people are insane."

"This has to be some kind of trafficking operation."

Richard shook his head.

"We thought the exact same thing."

"We all wanted to leave."

He looked away.

"But just like you..."

"...we signed the contract."

Curry slowly lowered the lever.

The glowing energy disappeared.

So did the screams.

The silence that followed was somehow even worse.

I couldn't speak.

Couldn't think.

I just stood there trying to process what I'd heard.

Eventually we climbed back to the surface.

Nobody said another word.

I drove home in complete silence.

When I finally walked through my front door...

I collapsed onto my living room floor and broke down crying.

I had no idea what I'd signed.

I had no idea who I was working for.

And I had absolutely no idea what my future was going to look like.

P.S always read your fucking contracts

Its essential.

Im here to help you all and lets be here to help each other in this community. I would like everyone to be respectful, caring, and empathetic to each other. This community is mainly about magick with the deity YHWH, yes he works miracles and yes rituals were done and can be done with him! Let’s become a tight knit community!