The first coven we formed was called the Coven of the Second Torch, and it originally consisted of three members brought together by Hecate. Of all the Lunar deities, whose torches symbolized the moonlight, Hecate was the only one who carried two. The Second Torch was a reference to the path of black magick commonly called the LHP, as well as a reference to Algol, the most sinister star in astrology: an eclipsing binary star connected to Hecate, the Undead Gods, the demons, and more.
Our first rituals were mischievous dabbling– breaking into a haunted house and filling it with the energy of Algol to basically fuck around. To this day, the house is filled with black magickal energy, and has become a place of respite for spirits of darkness. The entire road the house is on is always colder than the rest of the city, and is usually or often covered in a thick fog. We didn’t know it at the time, but these endeavours were guided by the daimones (spirits) of Hecate.
The ghost haunting the house– the spirit of a woman who’d burned to death nearby in her car– became magickally empowered and, for lack of a better word, “daimonized.”
One night, one of Hecate’s spirits told me to call upon the necromantic archdemon Niantiel to take me out of my body in my sleep and take me to a ghost so I could fuck it. We’d been told that we needed to work with the dead, the daimones (Greek spirits), and demons to achieve our apotheosis (post-mortem immortality). I didn’t remember what happened on the astral planes that night, but I felt better, and my ability to communicate with the dead had improved significantly.
When my coven went back to the haunted house to do another rite to Algol, the spirits dwelling therein had covered the walls in moss, which moss unmistakably depicted the magickal numbers of Algol. I found out that it was the woman’s ghost I had slept with, and she became my familiar.
Under the advice of an archdemon, I helped the spirit pass on– into the nocturnal cavalcade of Hecate.