This compelling, story has a powerful ending when Derica performs the fast for her client and the ritual backfires on her and her client...
A SPELL FOR LOVE 💕,
A CURSE ☠️ FOR TWO
Derica Murphy was no ordinary woman. She was beautiful — yes — but her beauty was layered: magnetic, mysterious, and edged with something ancient. She came from a bloodline steeped in sorcery, a lineage of witches whose names were whispered in both reverence and fear. Her grandmother, Elira, had once summoned storms with her voice. Her mother, Saphira, could bend dreams into reality. And Derica? She was the one who walked freely between realms — especially the one known as the Kingdom of Darkness...
She didn’t just cast spells. She shifted destinies.
Clients came to her broken, desperate, and hungry for change. She gave them results. She manifested wealth, restored lost confidence, and even reversed curses. But her power came at a cost — not to her, but to those who asked for help. Derica never fasted for others. She never sacrificed her own comfort. She believed in transactional magic: “What’s in this for me?” and “How much praise and power can I get from this situation?”
Until one day, a woman named Marietta walked into her studio.
💔 The Widow’s Request
Marietta was older, soft-spoken, and visibly worn by grief. Her late husband, Chef Romon, had died in a military accident overseas. He was her soulmate, her protector, her joy. Since his death, she had lived in boredom, in pain, and in silence — cooking for no one, laughing at nothing, and believing love had abandoned her.
“I don’t want youth,” she said. “I want to feel again. I want to love again. I want to believe again.”
Derica studied her. There was no glamour in this request. No fame. No viral praise. Just a broken woman asking for a miracle.
Still, something spiritual stirred in Derica. A challenge. A chance to prove her power could reach even the deepest grave of despair.
“I’ll fast for you,” she said. “Two weeks. No food. No distractions. Just ritual, invocation, and sacrifice.”
Marietta’s eyes welled with tears. “Thank you.”
Derica didn’t smile. She didn’t hug her. She simply lit a black candle and began the countdown.
🌑 The Fast Begins
Day 1: Derica locked herself in her ritual chamber. She burned herbs, chanted incantations, and called on spirits from the Kingdom of Darkness.
Day 4: She began to see visions — Romon’s face, Marietta’s tears, a dark shadow hovering behind them.
Day 7: Her body weakened, but her pride grew. She believed she was unlocking something divine.
Day 10: She heard whispers in her sleep. “This love is not yours to give.”
Day 13: Her skin turned pale. Her eyes darkened. She pressed on through it all.
Day 14: The final ritual began.
She drew a circle of salt, placed Marietta’s photo in the center, and poured her own blood onto the altar. She called on the spirits of love, resurrection, and desire.
But something was wrong.
The air grew cold. The candle flames turned blue. The photo began to burn — not from fire, but from within.
Derica screamed. The spirits did not answer. Instead, a voice thundered:
“You fasted for power. Not for love.”
⚡ The Backlash
That night, Marietta collapsed in her home. Her heart stopped for three minutes before paramedics revived her. She awoke screaming Romon’s name — not in joy, but in terror. She said she saw him in a dark place, reaching for her, begging her not to follow.
Derica, meanwhile, was found unconscious in her chamber, surrounded by shattered glass and scorched symbols. Her body recovered, but her power did not.
She could no longer cast. No longer see. No longer feel the spirits.
Her bloodline had been cut off.
🕊️ The Final Revelation
Weeks later, Derica sat alone in her studio, staring at the ashes of Marietta’s photo. She opened a Bible — something she had never touched before — and read the Bible verse that now haunted her:
> “For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?”
> — Matthew 16:26 (KJV)
She whispered it aloud. Then she wept.
Because in her quest for praise and power,
she had lost the one thing her ancestors never taught her to protect:
Her own soul.
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