The Curse

This summer I've done something that makes me very proud. It's one of the reasons why I've been a bit scarce online, but of course, you know that as a Satanist this only means that I'm living life to its fullest, and damn yes, I have been. You see, these past months several major things have happened: 1. I got married and had a Satanic wedding, 2. I took my wife to a place she’s wanted to see her entire life for her honeymoon, and then 3., when I got back home, I decided to curse my boss. Whoa, hold up! You wouldn’t think that I’d jump to something like that after coming home from a nice little happy period of R&R, would you? Well, there is something nice about clearing your head by having fun, but this curse is something that I had been working with for a while. You've heard me talk in the past about how crucial timing is, and you've probably read my post about the use of advanced magic in Satanism—so now you’re probably wondering…just what did Ave do, and most importantly: did it work?