I’ve watched too many good men fall and too many good women get sucked into these dark witches’ spells.
I’ve witnessed many radiant, kind, mission-driven men get siphoned by women who call themselves “light” while casting spells with their surgically sculpted face and false voice.
There was a time, long before Instagram filters and silicone spells, when the priestesses of Set gathered around sacred fires, cloaked in incense, mirrors in hand. They were exiled from the Temples of Light, not because they were feminine but because they twisted the feminine.
They learned the forbidden art of glamour magick, the ability to bend perception, to veil darkness behind the mask of beauty.
They knew how to take a twisted heart and make it look holy. They could make a haggard face become an enchantress in the eyes of the untrained, and the untrained were vulnerable, easy prey.