>>5904737
> hypnosis

>>5904737
> curse

>>5904737
> hypnosis

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>>5904739
>>5904741
>>5904742
The power to control minds, to bend wills to your own, unfolds before you in archaic, curling script. You whisper the words aloud, feeling them roll off your tongue with an unnatural ease. "Imagine the possibilities," you murmur to yourself, your voice barely above a hush. You are a

> teenage boy
> young woman
> middle aged man
> old woman
> write in

>>5904743
> teenage boy

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>>5904745
As a teenage boy in a small town, the thrill of uncovering this mysterious book of black magic, likely left behind by your great-grandfather, fills you with excitement. The thought of possessing the power of hypnosis, the ability to sway the wills of others, is exhilarating. You ponder over whom you could test this newfound ability on. Your mind races through the list of possible candidates. You choose

> your parents
> your best friend
> your bully
> your teacher
> your crush
> write in

>>5904754
> your crush

>>5904754
>> write in
>a slutty cheerleader you've a crush on
time to lose our v-card

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>>5904760
You decide on your crush, the sexy cheerleader, one of the most popular girls in school. You've always felt invisible around her, just another unnoticed face in the crowd, a loser, a kissless virgin. But today, with the secret of the book pulsing in your veins, you feel a surge of daring. You wait until after cheerleading practice, when she's alone, gathering her things, still wearing her cheerleading uniform. Your heart pounds as you approach her, the book's weight a constant reminder in your backpack. "Hey," you start, your voice unsteady. She looks up, her expression one of mild annoyance mixed with disinterest. "What do you want, loser?" she asks dismissively, not even trying to mask her disdain. Her words sting, but you're determined. This is your moment, the chance to test the book's power and change everything. You swallow hard, trying to steady your nerves, and begin to recite the words you've memorized from the book, hoping against hope that the spell works and that this moment becomes the turning point of your life.

> roll d100

Rolled 84 (1d100)

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>>5904781
The hypnosis works far more effectively than you ever imagined. As you utter the final words of the spell, you watch, almost in disbelief, as your crush's demeanor changes entirely. Her previously dismissive expression fades, replaced by a vacant, trance-like state. Her eyes, once lively and vibrant, now seem empty, void of their usual spark. She turns to you, her voice monotone yet eerily obedient. "What do you want me to do, master?" she asks, her words sending a chill down your spine. You ask her for

> kiss
> date
> sex
> write in

>>5904797
>> sex
all in

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>>5904801
Overwhelmed by desires you've never had the power to act on before, you do what you think any red-blooded teenage boy would do in your shoes, if they had their crush under their power, the crush being the sexiest and most flexible cheerleader in school. Deep down, a voice screams that this is wrong, that you shouldn't be doing this. But that voice is drowned out by a louder one, one fueled by teenage hormones and sexual lust. Once you are finished, indulging in every sexual fantasy you had dreamed of, a profound sense of emptiness washes over you. The thrill is gone, replaced by a gnawing guilt and confusion. Should you make her forget this ever happened, erase this moment from her mind? Or should you let her remember the power you held over her?

> forget
> remember
> write in

>>5904846
>forget
Still into her though, but we need to come to terms with what we just did its best she forget for now.

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>>5904852
You decide to make her forget. You are still into her though, but it's best she forgets this episode for her sake and yours. Muttering another incantation from the book, you watch as her expression clears, the trance lifting like a fog. "What are you looking at, loser?" she snaps, instantly reverting to her usual dismissive self, even though a few minutes ago, she was on her knees, declaring her love for you as you fucked her, while she begged you to cum inside her again. The sting of her words hits differently now, laced with a heavy dose of reality. "Nothing," you murmur, taking a step back, the weight of your actions heavier than ever. You return home, your mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Should you dive deeper into the black magic book, learn a new spell, perhaps something even more powerful? The temptation is there, a siren call to the part of you that craved the power you felt. Or maybe you should use hypnosis again, but on someone else, someone where the consequences might not be so personal. Yet, another part of you, considers going to the church, to seek forgiveness for dabbling in forces you barely understand, for using black magic at all. The book seems to pulse with a life of its own, an ominous presence in your room, a reminder of the path you're on and the choices you have yet to make.

> new spell
> hypnosis on someone else
> church
> write in

>>5904886
> hypnosis on someone else

>>5904886
>hypnosis on someone else

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>>5904938
You find yourself contemplating using hypnosis again, this time on someone else. But who? The possibilities unfold in your mind. Your father, a businessman always on trips, hardly present in your life. You could hypnotize him into being a better dad, or perhaps selfishly get him to buy you the new gaming console you've been eyeing. Then there's your mother, deeply conservative christian and judgmental. Hypnotizing her to cut loose, to see the world through a less rigid lens, is tempting. Your thoughts drift to your older brother, the golden child, the football quarterback. He's bullied you for years, with your parents invariably taking his side, seeing him as the star and you as the disappointment. The thought of using hypnosis for revenge, to turn the tables, is a seductive one. And your bitchy little sister, with her goth fashion and biting remarks, who seems to enjoy making your life miserable. Hypnotizing her to stop her lies and insults, to maybe even be kinder, is another path you could take. Yet, as these thoughts swirl in your head, a part of you wonders if there's a better way to use this power. Maybe you could put your abilities to more benevolent use, help someone in need, or correct an injustice. You use hypnosis on

> your father
> your mother
> older brother
> younger sister
> write in

>>5904980
> your mother

>>5904980
> your father

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>>5904987
>>5905000
You choose to test your powers on your parents, reasoning that it might be safer and perhaps even beneficial. The dinner table is cleared, and you wait until your siblings have disappeared into their own worlds, leaving you alone with your parents. The moment feels surreal, almost dreamlike, as you recite the incantation under your breath, directing it at them. As the last syllable leaves your lips, you watch, almost in horror, as their expressions go slack, their eyes losing the independence you've always known. They turn towards you, their gazes empty, devoid of the emotions they usually hold. "What is your wish, master?" they ask in unison, their voices hollow. The words send a shiver down your spine. You command

> your dad to buy you the new playstation
> your mom to be less strict about religion
> your parents their greatest secrets
> write in

>>5905014
> your parents their greatest secrets
reveal?

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>>5905025
Curiosity drives you to command your parents to reveal their deepest secrets. Your father, with his blank expression, speaks first. "I've been lying about the business trips. They're not for work; they're for pleasure, and sometimes, I take my secretaries and interns along for sex, in exchange for raises and bonuses." The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You've always seen your dad as a hardworking businessman, too busy for family affairs, but now this image shatters. He's not the hardworking professional you thought he was; he's a hypocrite, an adulterer, a pervert who leaves his family for illicit pleasures. Disgust churns inside you, twisting with a sense of betrayal. Then it's your mother's turn. She looks at you, her expression void of the fervor she usually has when discussing religion. "I don't truly believe in or care about religion," she confesses. "It's all a lie to appear morally superior to others. Deep down, I'm drawn to every sin I publicly condemn." The revelation is a slap in the face. All these years, she paraded her religious piety like a badge of honor, claiming to be a devout christian, judging and condemning others. To learn that it's all a lie, a tool for her to feel superior, ignites a burning anger within you. Standing there, you realize your parents aren't who they've always pretended to be. Their hypocrisy lies bare before you, a painful truth unveiled by the magic you now wield. You wonder, is this what lies beneath the surface of all families? Secrets and lies, a facade maintained for the sake of appearances? It's enough to make one lose their faith in humanity.

> you no longer feel guilty about using black magic
> you still feel guilty about what you did
> write in

>>5905062
>you still feel guilty about what you did

>>5905062
> you still feel guilty about what you did

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>>5905066
>>5905075
Despite the shock of uncovering your parents' deep-seated hypocrisy, you still feel guilty about what you did. The memory of what you did with the black magic book, especially to your crush, gnaws at you. You realize the extent of your own moral transgressions. With a heavy heart, you murmur another spell to release your parents from the hypnosis. As the trance lifts, their eyes flicker back to life, regaining the familiar emotions of before. "I have an important business trip tomorrow," your father says, resuming his habitual lie, unaware of the truth you just uncovered. "So much work to do." His words sound hollower now, tainted with the knowledge of his deceit. Your mother, back to her usual haughty self, turns to you with a stern look. "Don't forget to say your prayers tonight," she instructs, her tone steeped in the false righteousness you now know to be a facade. "I didn't raise you to be a sinner." You shake your head, a mixture of disillusionment and disgust swirling inside you. Without a word, you retreat to your bedroom, the weight of your actions and the revelations about your family pressing down on you. That night, a female demon materializes in your dream. "So, you opened the book, learned hypnosis, and then used it to lose your virginity, rawdog and creampie your crush," she chuckles. "That earns you one sin mark." "Sin mark?" you echo, your voice tinged with confusion. "I couldn't think of a better name," she shrugs nonchalantly. "Essentially, every major sin you commit adds marks on your soul. Marks that empower you – enhance your spells, or let you learn new magic. We're talking serious sins here, like incest or rape or murder. Your great-grandfather started off promisingly, but he lost his nerve in the end and hid the book in the attic." "You knew my great-grandfather?" you ask, surprised. She chuckles, a sound that sends chills down your spine. "Oh, I knew him intimately. Having sex with demons was one of his many sins. But you, you're cuter than he was, with the potential to surpass him." A cold shiver runs through you. "What's the catch? It can't be as simple as 'keep sinning, grow more powerful.'" The demon's laugh echoes in the room. "Of course, there's a catch. The more sin marks you collect, the more powerful you become, attracting enemies from the abyss and from above. Acolytes of the church will start hunting you... but as long as you have the book, they shouldn't pose much of a problem." You decide to

> be a sinner
> resist the demon
> write in

>>5905187
>be a sinner

>>5905187
>> write in
>Start a cult of my own. Army against army, we shall see who is superior. I will continue diving into the abyss, and tear its darkness out to bathe with the very world we all inhabit. And should I blot out the sun, I will fight the church in the shade.

From one interesting quest (Fantasy Peregrination) to another (this one). This one gives off Buffy/Charmed/Sabrina vibes. I'm here for it, QM. Let's go!

>>5905187
> write in
Anti-hero/grey-mage route. Commit sins against bad people to grow stronger and protect good people

>>5906266
+1

>>5906266
+1 we still feel guilty about our actions. Morilize it for now.

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>>5905355
>>5905622
>>5906266
>>5906354
>>5906355
You're caught in a moral dilemma, torn between the lure of power and the pull of your conscience. You wonder if there's a middle path, a way to use your powers for a greater good while still growing stronger. "What kind of sins will make me more powerful?" you ask the female demon. She smirks, her answer chillingly straightforward. "Read the Ten Commandments and start breaking them. Killing, adultery, stealing, lying, dishonoring your parents, coveting others' lovers. Each transgression will leave a mark on your soul, boosting your dark abilities." Her words hang in the air as you consider the implications. What if you target those who do evil? And respecting your parents seems impossible now. Yet, the idea of killing is a line you're hesitant to cross. The moral dilemma eats at you. The female demon, sensing your inner turmoil, flashes a sly grin. "Want to fuck me?" she teases provocatively. Caught off guard, you stutter, "I..." Torn again between your teenage lust and morality, you're left speechless as she begins unzipping your pants, pulling down your underwear, and freeing your cock. Her touch is unnaturally warm as she teases and plays with your cock. Just as you're about to succumb, she halts abruptly. "Not so fast, kid," she says, her smile turning sinister. "Your great-grandfather earned the right to fuck my cunt, only after he murdered a Christian priest and presented me with his head. You'll need to commit a similarly vile act before you can claim the same reward." Her laughter echoes as she vanishes, leaving you alone with your thoughts. The next morning, you're still uncertain. How do you proceed? Do you embrace the darkness for power, or find a different path? The choices weigh heavily on you, each option fraught with its own set of moral and ethical quandaries. You decide to

> go to school
> follow your dad to his office
> follow your mom to her church
> write in

>>5906505
>> go to school
So my vote ain't get picked. Oh well. Let's see what we get up to at school.

>>5906505
> follow your mom to her church

>>5906505
>go to school

School

>>5906505
Go to school. Keep things normal-ish for now

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>>5906581
>>5906642
>>5906684
>>5906694
>>5907223
You decide to keep things normal-ish for now and head to school. At lunch, your gaze lands on your older brother, the star quarterback, bullying a younger classmate. Your brother, always the bully, enjoys immunity due to his sports hero status. He's also mastered the art of feigning devout Christianity from your mom, bolstering his influence in your conservative town. Today, he's targeting an effeminate boy, hurling homophobic slurs with a cruel sneer, "Kill yourself, faggot." The scene unfolds before you, a familiar, sickening sight. You stand there, torn. Do you step in, or do you turn a blind eye?

> step in
> ignore the scene
> ignore now, punish later
> write in

>>5907586
>Ignore now, punish later
Let's do the Grey Priest thing another anon suggested.
This femboy is our first follower. We approach him discreetly after school and tell him we've a way to get revenge. Let him have input on our bro's punishment and explain that we can teach him power in exchange for his loyalty/favor.

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>>5907640
Choosing discretion over confrontation, you ignore the scene in the cafeteria. You're well aware that siding with the effeminate boy now in public would only paint a target on your own back. Later, after school, you approach the effeminate boy quietly, ensuring no one else is around to overhear. "I can help you get revenge," you whisper to him. He looks at you, his eyes narrow with suspicion. "You're his brother," he points out warily. You nod, a grim determination in your voice as you reply, "Yes, and he's bullied me my entire life too. But now, I've got a way to punish him." The boy's curiosity piques, mixed with caution. "How? And what's in it for you?" he asks, his tone a mix of intrigue and distrust. You

> ask him to be your first follower
> offer to teach him power in exchange for his loyalty
> promise revenge in exchange for a future favor
> write in

>>5907691
>Offer to teach him power in exchange for his loyalty.
If we can violate a Commandment while getting revenge on bro, then even better.

>>5907691
> promise revenge in exchange for a future favor

Don't teach him anything until we have more power to trickle down, last thing you need is competition.

>>5907691
>> promise revenge in exchange for a future favor

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>>5907771
>>5907819
>>5908735
You promise the effeminate boy revenge in exchange for a future favor, "I'll make sure my brother pays for bullying you. In return, you'll owe me a favor in the future." Keeping the specifics of your black magic powers under wraps is intentional; you're not ready to teach him your secrets, especially when you're still gathering strength. Plus, the last thing you need is competition for the same dark power. "Okay, I'll owe you one, but only if you actually make him stop," the effeminate boy agrees, his skepticism clear in his eyes. As you part ways, you ponder over the best way to deal with your brother, recalling the demon's words about violating the commandments. What lines are you prepared to cross for more power? You will

> curse your brother with misfortune
> steal his athletic abilities
> fuck his girlfriend
> hypnotize him and destroy his reputation
> write in

>>5908747
>> write in
Hypnotize and make him crossdress in public

>>5908791
Seconded. Let's add some bearing of false witness and claim he always does it at home.

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>>5908791
>>5908915
As you deliberate over a fitting punishment for your older brother, you focus on his most cherished traits: his status as the star quarterback, his purported masculinity, and his carefully cultivated image as a devout christian. These are the pillars of his influence in your small, conservative town. An idea begins to take shape in your mind — a plan to shatter this carefully constructed reputation. You decide to use hypnosis to compel your brother to cross-dress publicly, perhaps in your little sister's goth-style miniskirts and panties. It would be a public spectacle, a humiliation ritual for his wrongdoings, one that would undoubtedly tarnish his reputation in your deeply conservative community. However, you're aware that hypnotizing your brother poses a significant risk. Unlike your crush, he might prove more challenging to control due to his strong personality and confidence. And if your attempt to hypnotize him fails, the consequences could be severe. He's not just any high school bully; he's your older brother, physically stronger, and if he realizes what you're trying to do, he could react violently, potentially even fatally.

> roll d100

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>5908981
I dont like this punishment but alright

>>5909159
Dice check failed. You can burn 1 sin mark to override failure.

> yes
> no

>>5909688
>yes

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>>5909768
Despite the risks, you proceed with your plan. The next morning, you find your brother and attempt to hypnotize him, just like you did with your crush and your parents. But his reaction is different, his assertive demeanor presenting a challenge. "What the hell do you want?" he barks, his self-assurance radiating. Ignoring his hostility, you focus, commanding in a steady voice, "I want you to go to school wearing a miniskirt and heels today." The words feel strange in your mouth, but you push forward, hoping to break through his resistance. His reaction, however, is immediate and intense. His aggressive nature flares as he resists, his fists clenching in defiance. "Why the hell would I do that?" he snaps back, his tone a mix of confusion and anger. You feel beads of sweat forming on your forehead. This isn't going according to plan. He's resisting far more effectively than you anticipated, his strong willpower seemingly immune to your hypnotic commands.
> burn 1 sin mark
In a flash of realization, you remember the demon's words about the power of your sin marks. You tap into the dark energy of the sin you committed with your crush, channeling it to overcome your brother's mental defenses. "I will go to school wearing a miniskirt and heels today, master," he echoes in a monotone, his eyes void of their usual defiance. You observe, a mix of triumph and unease, as he stealthily enters your sister's room, selects a goth-style miniskirt from her closet, and puts it on. The sight of your hyper-masculine, star quarterback brother donning such attire feels surreal, a bizarre twist in the mundane fabric of your life. At school, his appearance is met with shock and ridicule, swiftly dismantling his reputation and social standing. Seizing the opportunity, you maliciously add some bearing of false witness and claim he always cross-dresses at home, amplifying the humiliation. The transformation of the school's perception of him is drastic and immediate. The effeminate boy, once the target of your brother's bullying, approaches you, his expression a mix of astonishment and curiosity. "How did you do it?" he asks, his voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of admiration. You

> tell him you're a black mage
> be vague but remind him he owes you a favor
> write in

>>5910029
> be vague but remind him he owes you a favor

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>>5910039
You choose your words carefully, maintaining a veil of mystery. "Let's just say I have my ways," you reply vaguely, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "But remember, you owe me a favor now." The effeminate boy nods, still puzzled but visibly grateful. Soon enough, the hypnosis wears off, and your brother abruptly comes to his senses. The realization hits him like a thunderbolt – he's in a dress, in the middle of school! His reaction is instant and dramatic; a scream escapes him, a mix of horror and disbelief. The shock is too much, sending him spiraling into a nervous breakdown. Whispers and stares multiply around him, adding to his distress. Your parents receive an urgent call and rush to the school, their faces etched with confusion and concern. You watch the unfolding chaos, a smirk etched on your face. You feel

> powerful and like it
> righteous justice has been done
> darkly satisfied with your revenge
> guilty and ponder if you went too far
> write in

>>5910088
> darkly satisfied with your revenge

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>>5910117
The satisfaction of seeing your older brother, the bully, brought down in such a public and humiliating manner fills you with a dark sense of accomplishment. Days drift by. Your brother, unable to cope with the aftermath of his breakdown, is admitted to a psychiatric ward. Gossip runs rampant through the school corridors. Some speculate he was under the influence of drugs, others buy into the rumors you spread about his secret perversions and crossdressing fetish, and a few even whisper about cult involvement and ritualistic humiliation. The truth, however, remains your closely guarded secret. With your brother now in the psych ward, a noticeable shift occurs at home. Your parents, previously so proud of their star quarterback son, now view him as a source of embarrassment, a blemish on their reputations. Your father, the esteemed businessman, and your mother, the staunchly conservative christian, subtly begin to distance themselves from him. In this new family dynamic, you unexpectedly find yourself being regarded as the more favorable son. One night, the female demon reappears in your dreams. Her presence is as unsettling as ever. "The way you exacted revenge, destroying your brother's life and bearing false witness... very creative," she says, her grin malevolent. "It earns you another sin mark. And if you decide to take advantage of the favor owed by sodomizing the twink," her eyes gleam with wicked intent, "you might just earn yourself another." Her words hang in the air, a twisted encouragement for further transgressions and more perverse sins. You tell her

> I'm not gay
> I'll think about it
> are you watching me?
> write in

>>5910158
> are you watching me?

>>5910158
> I'll think about it
> are you watching me?

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>>5910242
>>5910254
"I'll think about it," you respond cautiously, a hint of suspicion in your voice. "Are you watching me?" you question the demon. Her laughter is both chilling and amused. "Yes, and I'm not the only one," she says. The implication sends a shiver down your spine. The black magic book of your great-grandfather has not only granted you powers but also painted a target on your back, drawing attention from sinister forces. You sense the urgency to become stronger, for your own survival. The demon seems to anticipate your thoughts. "The others watching you aren't as nice as I am. You'd better gain more power, and quickly." Despite her words, you're acutely aware of her manipulative nature. She's a demon, after all, inherently cruel and sadistic, luring you into deeper sins for her own amusement. "Will engaging in homosexual acts truly give me more sin marks?" you question, skeptical of her intentions. "Absolutely, sodomy is a major sin," she cackles, her tone light yet laced with malice, "but quite fun. Think of the Ten Commandments as just the beginning, then let your creativity run wild. I have high expectations for you, kid. Don't back down like your great-grandfather, who lost his nerve when the sins started to weigh on him." With a malevolent chuckle, she fades away, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Her words, a blend of encouragement and challenge, linger in your mind. You're left contemplating your next steps. You have one sin mark from what you did to your brother. You

> store it as a backup
> burn it to unlock a new black magic spell
> burn it to make your hypnosis stronger
> write in

>>5910298
> store it as a backup

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>>5910410
You choose to hold onto it, keeping it as a backup. The next morning unfolds with a family breakfast, an air of unease palpable at the table. "Your brother will be staying a few more days in the psych ward," your father announces, his voice tinged with discomfort. "He's still... disturbed. Claims he was compelled by some force to do what he did." Your sister, quick to scorn, interjects, "He's just loony. A total pervert and creep!" She's visibly repulsed, especially since it was her miniskirt and panties he was found wearing, adding fuel to her disdain. Your mother, ever the hypocrite, mutters under her breath, "Maybe he was possessed by a demon." You bite back a snicker, fully aware of her disbelief in such things, recognizing it as just another attempt to deflect blame for raising a troubled son. The layers of lies and hypocrisy in your family never fail to astound you. After breakfast, your father turns to you, "I need you to come to my office after school." Confused, you inquire, "Why?" He hesitates before revealing, "I had planned to leave the family business to your older brother, but given his current... condition, I'm thinking you might have to step up instead." You agree, curious about this unexpected turn of events. The school day passes without incident, a mundane contrast to the turmoil at home. After class, you make your way to your father's office, pondering this new role being thrust upon you. It's an opportunity, perhaps another avenue to explore your black magic powers, to test the limits of your influence in a world beyond high school corridors. There, you're met by your father's personal assistant, a young black woman only a few years your senior. "I've been expecting you," she greets you with a warm smile, her demeanor professional yet friendly.

> use your hypnosis and ask her secrets
> use your hypnosis to take control of her
> save it for others
> write in

>>5910477
>Just chat and gain intel the old-fashioned way, plus get her bearings as a person
She hasn't done anything to harm us and we already established our last sex-hypnosis incident left us feeling weird and guilty

>>5910887
Support

>>5910477
Grey priest route is more fun than rape every woman we meet route

>>5910887
Supporting this as well.

As a side note this is a pretty cool quest, QM. Seeing immediate consequences for our actions gives me hope for delayed ones later down the line.

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>>5910887
>>5911274
>>5911281
>>5911539
As you sit across from your father's personal assistant, the thought of using hypnosis crosses your mind. However, you decide against it, opting instead to just chat and gain intel the old-fashioned way, plus get her bearings as a person. During the chat, you learn she became your father's assistant right after high school. She outlines her duties: answering calls, taking notes, scheduling meetings, and managing emails and texts for your dad. Curious, you venture a casual question, feigning ignorance of the sordid details you uncovered under hypnosis. "Does dad ever take you with him on his business trips?" Your tone is nonchalant, masking your real interest. She hesitates slightly before answering, "Sometimes I go with him, especially when I'm short on cash and could use a bonus." There's a hint of guilt in her voice, a subtle admission that aligns with the half-truth she's presenting. She suggests it's for extra work, but you know the darker reality. "My mom's sick, so sometimes I need to work extra hours," she adds, a justification for her actions. You decide

> she's a sinner deserving of punishment
> her heart is in the right place
> she can be useful
> write in

>>5911723
> her heart is in the right place
> she can be useful
Both. Both is good. Ask if she would be interested in making some money in a way that doesn't require getting on her knees. But you know, politely. Like:
>I know what goes on on those 'business trips', and I'm going to put an end to it. How would you like to help, and get a big payout in the process?

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>>5911739
You weigh her situation and decide her heart is in the right place. She's accompanying her married, middle-aged boss on secret pleasure trips to luxury resorts, but her motivation is to earn money and care for her ailing mother. In your eyes, she's like a grey mage, straddling the line between right and wrong, her sins committed in the name of a noble cause. This complexity makes you believe she can be useful in your own quest. Deciding to be straightforward, you reveal a bit of what you know. "I know what goes on on those 'business trips', and I'm going to put an end to it," you tell her directly, "How would you like to help, and get a big payout in the process?" Her reaction is cautious, a blend of surprise and skepticism. "I don't know what you're talking about," she replies, her tone guarded. Then, lightening the mood, she jokes, "Big payout, huh? What are you, a secret crypto millionaire or something?" You

> lie and pretend you're a secret crypto millionaire
> tell her the truth about black magic
> plan to steal your dad's business from him
> plot to steal from rich sinners
> write in

>>5911784
> Plan to steal your dad's business from him:
"I'm next in line to run this joint, but I don't know squat about the clients, or day-to-day operations, or any of that. Help me study up, get me ready to assume control, and things will be looking up for both of us. In the meantime, get me dirt on Dad, and I'll get him out of here all the sooner... maybe even blackmail him into giving you money without the 'hard work' he makes you do on those trips."

> Plot to steal from rich sinners:
"Dirt on clients, too. Trust me: this will be lucrative for both of us."

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>>5911803
You lay out your ambitious plan to steal your dad's business from him, a mix of audacity and strategy. "I'm next in line to run this joint, but I don't know squat about the clients, or day-to-day operations, or any of that. Help me study up, get me ready to assume control, and things will be looking up for both of us. In the meantime, get me dirt on Dad, and I'll get him out of here all the sooner... maybe even blackmail him into giving you money without the 'hard work' he makes you do on those trips." Her expression is thoughtful, weighing the risks and rewards of your proposition. To make your offer more enticing, you hint at a broader scheme, targeting rich sinners. "Dirt on clients, too. Trust me: this will be lucrative for both of us." Given that your father's accounting firm services some of the wealthiest—and likely most morally flexible—individuals in town, you're confident there's a wealth of scandal just waiting to be leveraged. As you pitch this partnership of sorts, blending elements of rebellion, justice, and personal gain, you closely watch her reaction, hoping she sees the potential.

> roll d100

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>5911824

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>>5911826
After a moment of consideration, your dad's personal assistant agrees to your plan, "All right, let's work together." You're pleasantly surprised by her decision. Before discovering your great-grandfather's book and delving into black magic, you struggled with self-confidence and found it difficult to connect with others. But now, something within you has shifted. You're more assertive, capable of persuading people with ease, a newfound charisma aiding your cause. She hands you a flash drive with a shy, almost apologetic gesture. "This has all the dirt you need on your dad." You accept it, intrigued and eager to discover its contents. Later, meeting with your dad, you go through the motions of an office tour. He introduces you to employees, discusses his major clients, and outlines his hopes for your future involvement in the business. You nod along, feigning interest, though your thoughts are consumed by the flash drive in your pocket. After a routine dinner back home with your family, you retreat to the privacy of your bedroom. The moment of truth arrives as you insert the flash drive into your laptop. Your heart races, adrenaline coursing through you. What secrets does it hold? "What the fuck, dad?" You're greeted with hundreds of files. The explicit photos and videos from your father's "business trips" are more damning than you anticipated, their sheer volume and nature shocking. The evidence is overwhelming, enough to destroy your father's marriage and his reputation in your town. As you sift through the hundreds of files, seeking leverage, one particular video draws your eye. Its filename and thumbnail suggest it's different, more personal or damning than the others. It shows him

> getting pegged by his personal assistant
> in a threesome with a shemale sex worker in pattaya
> doing daddy-daughter roleplay with her cosplaying as your goth sister
> having gay sex with a teenage asian twink
> write in

>>5911867
> doing daddy-daughter roleplay with her cosplaying as your goth sister, and 'she' is a teenage twink
ABSOLUTE REPUTATIONAL ANNIHILATION

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>>5911973
As you click on the video, disbelief grips you. "What the absolute fuck?" The scene unfolding on your screen is one of your dad's infamous 'business trips' to Pattaya, but the content is far from business-related. There, captured in vivid detail, is your father alongside his personal assistant and a teenage asian twink, engaging in daddy-daughter roleplay. The thai twink is cosplaying in goth attire, eerily reminiscent of your sister's style. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks: your dad had gay sex with a crossdressing thai hooker roleplaying as your sister! If this video becomes public, it would absolutely annihilate your dad's reputation beyond repair. Suddenly, you find yourself wielding more leverage than you ever imagined possible. You

> blackmail him with the video
> show it to others
> write in

>>5912007
> blackmail him with the video
This better give us a sin mark, too. We're disrespecting and extorting our father. let's pester our demon sexpot benefactor.

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>>5912022
The revelation of your father's perversions leads you to ponder the darkness lurking within seemingly ordinary families. "Are all families hiding secrets like this?" you wonder aloud, the weight of the discovery pressing down on you. That night, as if in response to your musings, the female demon reappears in your dreams, her presence now almost expected. "No, your family is special," she responds with a malevolent chuckle, her amusement chilling. "Your great-grandfather cursed your lineage when he struck a pact with us, marking your bloodline with a profound inclination towards sinful behavior. Your father's depravities are... very enticing. Yet, he's too weak-willed to explore the depths of wickedness he's capable of. Adultery, debauchery, paying boys and girls half his age for sex, holding incestuous desires for his daughter, yes, but he lacks the courage for more violent sins like rape or murder. He's... a letdown. You, however, you hold much more promise." The coldness in her words sends shivers down your spine. "How long have you been watching us?" you inquire, a sense of dread enveloping you. "A long time, four generations of your family, to be exact," she reveals, her grin widening with each word. The realization that your family has been under surveillance by demonic entities for generations, your lives intertwined with darkness and sin, unsettles you deeply. Yet, amidst the fear and shock, there's a perverse curiosity about the nature of this cursed pact and how it has shaped the path you now find yourself on. In the morning, you confront your father, the damning video in hand. His reaction is immediate, a mix of fear and desperation evident in his eyes. "This isn't what it looks like," he stammers, his voice laced with nervousness. "I'm not a pervert. It's just that, your mother, ever since menopause, she... we haven't been intimate. I needed stress relief after all the work I did. It's not a real affair, just physical," He pleads, his words tumble out, one excuse piling onto the next, a feeble attempt to justify his perversions. You

> tell him to pay up
> call him a disgusting pervert
> almost feel bad for him
> write in

>>5912040
> call him a disgusting pervert
he is. It's not just that it's an affair, it's what he was doing.
> tell him to pay up
His secretary (did we ever get her name?) is now our point-persona nd go-between. Deposit the money in her account.

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>>5912066
"You're a disgusting pervert, dad," you don't hold back, your voice laden with contempt. "You fed us stories of business trips, claimed you were tirelessly working, which is why you couldn't be there for us. But the truth? You were indulging in luxury pleasure trips to pattaya and cancun!" Your accusation hangs heavy in the air, undeniable and damning. Your dad, caught in the glare of his misdeeds, stumbles over his words, "I... you see..." His attempt at an explanation falls flat, and you cut him off, replaying the video to hammer home his indiscretions. It vividly captures your dad, his personal assistant, and the teenage Thai twink in a hotel room, the latter dressed in a goth-style miniskirt, forced into roleplay. As the video plays, your dad's face falls, a portrait of shame. His secrets, once hidden, are now exposed. "You paid him to roleplay as your daughter," you say, your voice thick with revulsion, "How could you, dad?" He lowers his head, unable to meet your gaze, his voice barely above a whisper, "Please don't tell your mom... or your sister." he begs, his voice a desperate whisper, an attempt to salvage what little remains of his dignity. His plea only solidifies your control over him. He stands defenseless, not just against your words but against the hypnotic power of black magic you wield over him. You tell him to pay up

> ten thousand in cash
> fifty thousand in his personal secretary's account
> give you control of his bank accounts
> write in

>>5912387
He's still your dad, don't ask him for anything at all. Realistically, the man is cursed to be a fuck up by his father before him. At least he didn't molest your sister or anything.

>>5912387
> fifty thousand in his personal secretary's account

>>5912535
He still deserves some punishment

>>5912585
Support
We shouldn't fuck him up beyond this, at least not yet. We have to keep learning the business and building it out with Personal Assistant.
>>5912535
We were cursed in the same way, but we have the willpower to go Grey mage. Our father was apparently weaker than us and that led him deeply into sin. Our newfound moral code dictates that we punish him.

>>5912387
> fifty thousand in his personal secretary's account
We made a deal with her.

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>>5912535
>>5912585
>>5912587
>>5912764
>>5912801
A flicker of pity stirs within you. Despite everything, he's still your dad. And if the demon's words hold any truth, he was cursed to be a fuck up by the pact your great-grandfather made to learn black magic, dooming your lineage to succumb to base desires. You recognize a parallel in your own actions; when presented with the opportunity to exert control over your crush, you, too, failed to resist the allure of dark temptations and sexual desires. Yet, the actions of your father, while morally reprehensible, aren't technically illegal. His adulterous relationships with his personal assistant and foreign sex workers were consensual transactions, driven by money and need rather than threats or violence. It was a sordid misuse of his position, yes, a betrayal of trust, but not a crime in the eyes of the law. Nevertheless, he must face consequences. The web of lies, the adultery, and the sheer depravity of his sexual roleplaying cannot go unchecked, not if you intend to uphold the principles of a grey mage. Your duty, as you see it, is to correct the wrongs, to impose a measure of justice on those who sin. "Deposit fifty thousand dollars in this account," you command, designating the account of his personal assistant, whom you've chosen as your point-person and go-between. "I'll keep your fuck ups under wraps for the moment. But cross the line again, and you'll face the full extent of your sins." Your father complies without protest, transferring the funds as you've ordered. "Thank you," he murmurs, a shadow of gratitude in his voice. Though he doesn't address you as 'master', the deference in his actions makes it clear. He is entirely at your mercy, a man subdued not just by the threat of exposure, but by the invisible chains of the dark magic you wield over him.

>Cont.

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>>5912964
>>Cont.
Following the successful extortion of your father, you meet with his personal assistant. She greets you with a mixture of shock and admiration. "Wow! You actually got your dad to cough up fifty thousand!" she exclaims, barely concealing her astonishment. With a confident nod, you lean in, your voice steady with conviction. "This is just the start. My father isn't the only sinner out there—there are others, far more corrupt, with wealth beyond what my dad could dream of. I plan to bring them to justice, to extract their ill-gotten gains, and grow stronger with each step. But first, we need to master the business, expand it. Together, we can make this incredibly profitable for both of us." Her response is instant, her smile bright as she glances at her phone, confirming the transfer once more. "Sure, I'll do whatever you need. You've earned my complete trust with this," she pledges, her enthusiasm undimmed. The day unfolds with you deeply immersed in learning the ropes of the business through her guidance. She introduces you to the intricacies of your father's operation, the major clients, and most crucially, the leverage—dirt on each one that could be used to bend them to your will. Over lunch, as you both share personal stories and ambitions, she leans in with a playful smile. "Hey, you did me a huge favor," she says, her eyes glinting with a mix of gratitude and something more. "I really want to thank you." A month ago, such subtleties might have escaped you, but your senses have sharpened, honed by the dark arts you've embraced. It's unmistakable now; she's drawn to you, an attraction fueled perhaps by your actions, your newfound confidence, or the allure of shared secrets and ambitions. You find yourself at a moral crossroads. She is, or was, your father's lover. The Ten Commandments tell you to honor your father, abstain from adultery, refrain from theft, and not covet the wives or slaves of other men. If you sleep with her, effectively stealing her from your father, you would imprint multiple sin marks upon your soul. Sure, each mark would enhance your prowess in black magic, fortifying your power. Yet, the weight of the potential consequences gives you pause. In the end, you

> have sex with her
> turn her down
> write in

>>5913009
>> have sex with her
She's willing and we need more power

>>5913009
> have sex with her
Cucking our dad with one of his SEVERAL mistresses, who is willing, is by far the least skeezy way we could acquire sin marks. Let her know she doesn't NEED to do this, though. Bust a load on those tits if she's still down

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>>5913051
"You don't need to thank me," you assert, intent on making it clear that sexually exploiting her is not your goal, unlike your father. Yet, she counters with a playful defiance, a sly grin shaping her words. "Well, I want to." Her willingness and physical attraction towards you are unmistakable. And truthfully, the feeling is mutual; her allure is undeniable, she has an incredibly sexy body, and the slight age difference does little to dampen the chemistry between you. The question of morality lingers in your mind—would it truly be so wrong to pursue something with her? Amidst this, the demon's warning echoes in your thoughts. You are being watched by dark forces, with a pressing need to amplify your power. The fastest route to enhancing your dark abilities lies through accruing sin marks, a tempting shortcut to strength. Though she might be your father's mistress, a consensual sexual relationship with her seems by far the least skeezy way you can acquire sin marks, considering the alternatives. The evening progresses to a romantic dinner, financed by the funds you extorted from your father. The air between you two crackles with mutual sexual attraction, the conversation effortlessly veering into flirtation, culminating in her forward proposition, "My place or yours?" Opting to bring her to your home, you claim her in every way a man can claim a woman, the night unfolding with an intensity that leaves you both in a state of contented exhaustion. In the aftermath of the night's events, as you lie unclothed in bed with her by your side, the demon once again visits your dreams. "Nice, you've stolen from your father, dishonored him beneath his own roof, committed adultery, and claimed his mistress—well, one of his several mistresses. That grants you four sin marks," she commends with a malevolent smile, her tone laced with approval and intrigue. Then, with a sinister suggestion, she adds, "But do you know what would truly darken your soul, racking up sin marks in the double digits? If you claimed his wife." Her words, a vile suggestion to deepen your descent, hang ominously in the dream, a testament to true evil and the dark path you're treading. You

> express disgust
> vow never to sink that low
> pretend to consider it
> write in

>>5913146
> pretend to consider it
Best not to agitate our demonic benefactor or make her think she needs to find someone 'better', or give us a 'push'. Mom's a hypocrite too, so while I'm thinking 'fuck her', I don't want to... Literally FUCK her, you know? it's not even that it's especially evil; it just seems gross, and I don't even get the impression she's especially attractive incest aside. We'll find another way to punish her.

>>5913146
>Pretend to consider it
We need to remember that she has her own designs on our soul.
>Write-in
Can sin marks be transferred to someone else? Could we give the femboy one as a favor or to set him up get the demonic/angelic authorities off us?

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>>5913494
That's the boston brute or reverse amazon position. Pretty cool actually

>>5913146
> express disgust

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>>5913167
>>5913339
>>5913540
>>5913541
"I'll think about it," you respond, pretending to consider her grotesque suggestion. It's best not to agitate your demonic benefactor or make her think she needs to find someone 'better', or give you a 'push'. You need to remember that she has her own designs on your soul. Despite your disdain for your mother's hypocrisy and the absence of respect you hold for her, the idea of acting on such a depraved suggestion is beyond your moral threshold. The very thought of committing an act so profoundly abhorrent is unthinkable. And even if she wasn't your mother, she would still be a stuck-up middle-aged woman, not someone you would reasonably be attracted to. You resolve to find another way to punish her for her transgressions, a way to mete out justice for her sins that doesn't involve descending into something as unspeakable. "Dwell on it," the demon insists with a malicious laugh, trying to seduce you further into the depths of depravity. "You wouldn't be the first son to commit such a sin. It's monstrous, indeed, but oh, how deliciously potent it is for us." Desperate to steer away from the nauseating topic, you inquire, "Can sin marks be transferred to someone else?" Perhaps there's a way to offload your burdens onto another, diverting the attention of demonic or divine judgment. "No, your sins are yours alone," she replies with a smirk, dashing any hope of an easy escape from your accumulating darkness. "However, you can encourage your acolytes to sin, earning their own marks. They can serve as your pawns and scapegoats. Just keep them oblivious to the arts, lest they grow powerful enough to challenge you." Her answer, though unhelpful in alleviating your personal burden, opens up a new strategy: cultivating followers to bear the weight of sin, a way to dilute the focus of both demonic and divine scrutiny from yourself without posing a threat to your dominance.

>Cont.

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>>Cont.
As dawn breaks, you are roused by the comforting warmth of the personal assistant's mouth on your cock. With a playful smile, she services your morning wood, until you bust a load on her tits. The act of stealing her from your dad, though it has marked your soul with sin, isn't something you find yourself regretting. "I'll see you later, champ," she says with a casual affection, her voice a blend of warmth and promise, her departure marked by a lingering kiss after she showers and dresses. The atmosphere at the breakfast table, however, is more awkward. Your father, catching the tail end of his former mistress's morning exit from his son's room, wears an expression of quiet resignation. He seems to silently concede to the new power structure within the family, accepting his demotion in the household hierarchy, and his place as a cuckold, without a word. Your mother's reaction, on the other hand, is one of feigned indignation. "I didn't raise my son to bring girls home and engage in sin!" she declares, her tone full of moral outrage. The irony of her statement nearly prompts you to roll your eyes. Her selective blindness was all too apparent when your older brother, the favored child, would bring girls home, met with her tacit approval or at least, her strategic silence. Yet now, as you follow suit but once, she dons the mantle of the outraged conservative christian mother. "And a black girl at that," she adds, her tone laced with racism that she barely bothers to conceal—an inheritance from her southern ancestors—plantation owners and southern belles who prided themselves on their racial 'purity' while engaging in heinous acts behind closed doors. Your mother boasts of her 'pure' heritage with pride, yet you can't help but question whether her staunch adherence to these so-called values would hold if she were tempted by sin. Her proclaimed virtues seem all too malleable, likely to be discarded if the right, or rather wrong, opportunity presented itself. You

> ignore her for now
> confront her about her lies and hypocrisy
> hypnotize her to shut up
> hypnotize her to reveal her true feelings
> write in

>>5913711
> ignore her for now
For now

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>>5913719
You choose to ignore your mother's hypocrisy for the moment; her punishment will arrive in due time, and you'll ensure the punishment fits her transgressions. With four sin marks at your disposal, you must make a choice: you could unlock new powers of black magic or bolster your existing hypnotic abilities. Alternatively, these marks could serve as a strategic reserve, a power source to tap into when most needed. But before you delve deeper into the dark arts, a curiosity about your lineage and the origins of your power urges you to investigate further. "Weird," you mutter to yourself as you sift through ancient newspapers and dusty family archives. Your great-grandfather, it turns out, hailed from a devoutly religious background, an altar boy in his youth, embodying the piety expected of him. Yet, a shadow fell on this path, steering him toward darkness. Your research uncovers a grisly murder that once horrified your small town: a christian priest was brutally murdered, beheaded, with his head missing and the culprit never found. Whispered rumors linked the priest to allegations of molesting multiple former altar boys—a scandal effectively smothered by the town's conservative leaders, hypocrites keen on preserving their unblemished image over justice for victims. The female demon's narrative mirrors this grim tale closely, casting your great-grandfather in a different, perhaps more complex, light. As the pieces of this puzzle fall into place, a new understanding of your ancestor emerges, hinting at a man driven by righteous vengeance rather than pure malevolence. You decide to

> unlock new powers of black magic
> bolster your existing hypnotic abilities
> store the sin marks as a strategic reserve
> write in

>>5913757
>Unlock new powers
It's conjuration time baby! If we can use two to learn and keep two in reserve, that would be ideal. But if not, no biggie

What's the point of constantly shitting on your own family instead of someone else. Why are we constantly shitting where we sleep? Shouldn't we want our home life to be stable? What if your dad told you to fuck off and left on a trip then didn't return? What the fuck would you do then? This mc is fucking retard.

>>5914169
>What if your dad told you to fuck off and left on a trip then didn't return?
Then we get the house and the business. Win-win

>>5913757
> unlock new powers of black magic

>>5914169
We're an angsty teenager who doesn't fit in with hardly anyone. There's been no mention of any friends, teams, clubs or anything other than a disdain for our small, close-minded town.
One of our first discoveries upon using our Evil Magic Powers is that our parents are sinners and degenerates. It makes perfect sense IC to lash out, both as a teen disrupting the family power structure and as an Anti-Hero priest.
Not to mention, if we can gain control over our siblings and mom the way we did with dad, we gain stability through force.

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>>5914144
>>5914794
>>5914798
>>5915383
Determined to unlock new powers of black magic, you pore over the ancient black magic tome left by your great-grandfather with a renewed sense of purpose. "Conjuration?" you muse, intrigued by the spell that promises the ability to summon materials, creatures, or energy at will. Such a power could prove invaluable in a confrontation, offering a clear advantage. "Or maybe a blessing?" The tome reveals spells designed to enhance personal attributes—strength, speed, attractiveness, charisma—tempting tools to bolster your physical and social prowess. "Or hex?" Your curiosity is further piqued by the darker arts contained within the pages, spells crafted to afflict your adversaries with weakness, misfortune, or even physical ailments as visceral as coughing blood. "Geas?" The idea of permanent control, as opposed to the temporary influence afforded by hypnosis, piques your curiosity. Such a spell could bind others to your will with irrevocable commands. As you flip through the ancient pages, each spell more compelling than the last, you weigh the options. Which of these black magic spells should you master by burning your accumulated sin marks? You choose

> conjuration: 2 sin marks
> blessing: 2 sin marks
> hex:2 sin marks
> geas: 2 sin marks
> keep in reserve: 2 sin marks
> write in

>>5915471
> blessing: 2 sin marks

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>>5916041
You settle on mastering a blessing, eager to augment your physical and social capabilities. The allure of becoming stronger, quicker, more attractive, and charismatic proves too potent to resist. As you chant the spell, an electrifying energy floods your being, imbuing you with newfound vigor, agility, and a magnetic charm. Your confidence skyrockets, a rapid transformation from the timid, friendless loner you once were, frequently targeted by bullies and overshadowed by others. Now, infused with this dark blessing, you stand tall, a sense of dark magic power enveloping you. "Bring it on," you whisper to yourself, a smirk playing on your lips. You're ready to face any challenge, be it divine retribution from above or malevolent threats from below.

>>5916492
This thread concludes here. In the next thread, we will delve deeper into the realm of black magic and confront new adversaries.

>>5916495
Someone asked for character names
The Protagonist (You): Ethan Graves, 16 years old. A high school sophomore who discovers his great-grandfather's book of black magic, leading him down a path of dark temptations and moral dilemmas. Ethan is increasingly conflicted as he navigates the complexities of his newfound powers.
The Father: Charles Graves, 45 years old. A successful but morally compromised businessman, Charles indulges in extramarital affairs under the guise of business trips. His discovery and subsequent blackmail by Ethan marks his fall from power within the family.
The Mother: Margaret Graves, 43 years old. A conservative Christian with deep-seated racist views, Margaret is outwardly pious but privately hypocritical, struggling to maintain her façade of moral superiority amidst the unraveling secrets of her family.
The Older Brother: Alex Graves, 18 years old. The golden child and star quarterback, Alex is a bully who has always been favored by his parents, especially Margaret. His recent admission to a psychiatric ward reveals the cracks in his seemingly perfect life.
The Younger Sister: Emily Graves, 14 years old. A rebellious teenager with a penchant for goth fashion, Emily is often at odds with her family's conservative values. Her bitchy nature and biting remarks often lead to clashes with family members, making her the black sheep of the family.
The Crush: Jessica Evans, 16 years old. A popular cheerleader at Ethan's high school, Jessica embodies the quintessential high school dream girl but finds herself unwittingly the target of Ethan's early experiments with hypnosis, though unaware of what happened to her.
The Effeminate Boy: Michael Reed, 16 years old: An effeminate classmate of Ethan's, Michael is often the target of bullying. Ethan helps him get revenge in exchange for a future favor.
The Personal Assistant/Father's Mistress: Jasmine Carter, 21 years old. Once the personal assistant and mistress to Ethan's father, Jasmine is a pragmatic and ambitious young woman who becomes Ethan's lover and confidante in his dark endeavors. She is driven by a need to support her sick mother.
The Female Demon: Lilith, ageless (but can appear to be in her late 20s). A malevolent entity that has been observing and influencing Ethan's family for generations, the demon takes a special interest in Ethan, encouraging him to embrace his dark heritage and commit sins to gain power.
The Great-grandfather: Harold Graves (deceased, but would have been around 80s if alive). Once an altar boy with a deeply religious upbringing, Harold's life took a dark turn leading him to practice black magic, a decision that cursed his lineage and left a legacy of black magic for his descendants.

>>5916495
You're only on oage 3, and quest threads tend to stay in the catalogue for uowards of a month. You probably don't need to make a new one yet unless you're going on a lengthy hiatus between this one and thread 2.