Ritualistic Mysticism, a topic that have not been discussed by most scholars because of its harmful use. The method itself is not of an evil intent, it is only used as a medium to communicate with someone, or in this case, something.
From the past, Ritualistic Mysticism is primarily used as long-distance communication method to communicate with other far away kingdoms or empires. The method was created by Sir. Farron Harrow, a blessed astrophysicist as well as a great philosopher from the 2nd Epoch.
The reason he created the method was because he felt the need to create something that would help every community communicate, thus lessening the factors that might lead to war due to the lack of communication. But we do feel that he only created such a method just cause he was annoyed of sending letters and getting replies a few weeks later.
Ritualistic Mysticism uses objects that have an energy value to them and is used as fuel to power the whole thing. Over the years, Ritualistic Mysticism evolved from the long distance communication to mediums.
But there are certain rules that one must abide for the Ritualistic Mysticism to work.
1. A Symbol that Symbolizes "Nature" and "Creation/Destruction" must always be present on the ritual circle.
2. Any items that can emit light must always be present.
3. An item that has energy value to it must be present in order for the ritual circle to be powered. This can be replaced by a higher being's ethereality, but this also means that the entire exchange will be in the presence of that higher being.
4. Never use a malicious higher being's ethereality to power the ritual circle unless you want to commit suicide.(or better yet, suddenly get pregnant. My colleague Gregory, bless his soul, used a malicious being's ethereality, and got himself pregnant. Now he's six feet under and has a beautiful daughter.) *This is a warning. *No, really, a warning.
5. When dealing with the other party, you must first confirm if the other party has also set up the same ritual circle you have. This can be ignored if you are using a higher being's ethereality.
6. Pray to your God/s after the ritual to rid you of any malicious intent/imprint. Do keep in mind that this will only work once the ritual is over, you might suddenly die from trying to take advantage of this loophole.
These 6 rules are essential and rules that you must always keep in mind. There are other rules but except for these 6, they aren't that equally important.
There are some Rituals that are used to heighten one's physical prowess through the use of blessings, communicating with the Gods.
In our era, Ritualistic Mysticism is prevalent, there are countless other derivatives to the method, sacrificial rites, yeilding rites, blessing rites and much more.
It would've been better if it stopped there, there are lunatics out there trying to communicate with the void. Though we are unsure if any life exists out there, from the information we got from our espionage inside these cults suggests that there are living organisms out there.
If it were so, what were these lunatics trying to do? I just hope that they wouldn't bring the world to chaos just like they've been preaching to their believers.
Excerpt from "A Guide to Ritualistic Mysticism for Dummies" Page 132-134. Author: Sir. Gastoine Fallhather. Year. 960.
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Frotus stared at the woman coldly as Annatella made another layer to the illusion to cover Jun and Jamaica.
She turned to him and nodded her head before swiftly running towards the woman.
The woman chuckled as she spat out another volume of goo and worms. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve as she snapped her fingers towards Annatella's direction.
Annatella paused for a moment, before her form suddenly dissipated like dust as the woman swiftly turned her head to behind her and found Annatella already stabbing towards her.
She was swiftly pushed away from the woman as she crashed into a wall. The woman smirked but suddenly stabbed herself with her hand in her throat.
Coughing up black liquid with worms on them, she turned around to see Frotus holding the wand towards her. She stared at him for a moment as the wound on her neck slowly healed.
Just as she was about to point towards him, she suddenly looked up and pointed in that specific direction.
A sound of a glass breaking was heard for all to see. Frotus was high up in the air, his entire left body was erased from existence except for his head, which was still intact.
The woman then turned to the side and snapped her fingers, Annatella immediately appeared beside her with a startled look on her face before her head was bashed by a small rock the size of a boulder.
The woman coldly stared at her with a smile before grabbing her fingers and gripped it tightly. Black blood soon flowed as the woman raised her bleeding hand up in the air.
Frotus observed her for a moment as his form tried to materialized into reality but something was stopping him from doing so.
Gritting his teeth, he held the wand tightly in his hand and pointed it towards the woman.
The woman stared at him in amusement, she then let out a soft giggle as she couldn't help but laugh at the pathetic attempt to free themselves.
Frotus glared at her, but just as he was about to scream out, tears suddenly fell from his eyes.
The woman saw this, before bursting into a fit of giggles.
[It seems the cons of that asundered item has finally appeared.]
The woman softly spoke as she knelt down beside Frotus, who was looking at her with shaking eyes and flowing tears.
Frotus stared at her for a moment as she neared him, when she was within atleast 3 meters near, he suddenly knelt down and put his head on the floor.
"F-Forgive me. Please, mother. I did not intend to betray you."
The woman stared at him as she paused. Her eyes blinked for a moment, before turning crescent as she laughed comically.
[Dear me! The cons of that asundered item was to make the wielder beg for forgiveness for a brief period of time!? Was it because of her final thoughts before she died?] The woman stared at Frotus kneeling down with perfect position for an apology.
[Even in death you screw your brother up. Truly a pathetic child till the end!]
Then she looked down to him, before her eyes turned back and grabbed the incoming bullet that came from the beast. The beast stared at her with his entire right arm formed into a mass of a revolver shaped nuzzle that was aimed towards her.
The woman clenched her hand and threw the bullet away. The bullet was a mass of squirming flesh hardened enough to withstand traveling in high speeds.
Annatella grabbed Frotus' arm and pulled her out of the battlefield as the woman stared at the blood string that connected the beast and Gwynne.
The beast swiftly flicked its arm, turning it into a sword like blade arm before rushing towards the woman. The woman pointed towards its direction only to look back to Annatella holding a flintlock toward her and pulled the trigger.
The woman was about to turn and grab the bullet when she knelt down and coughed up worms and goo once more.
She flinched and moved her hand to slice her arm, then she grabbed it and threw it towards Annatella who promptly grabbed a rock and parried the arm away from her.
The arm fell to the ground, squirmed for a moment before it exploded into a bunch of worms and goo. Frotus stared at it for a moment as the countless goo and worm squirmed around before stopping abruptly.
The woman cliced her tongue as she stared into the void, then she grabbed her shoulder from the cut off arm. Then she swiped her hand and a new arm was made.
The woman then snapped her finger, the entire space suddenly trembled for a moment before countless worms and goo seeped out from the cracks in the air that formed after the space trembled.
A cry of amalgamation of creatures could be heard within the depths of their soul as the woman let out a snarky grin. [A being of lower status dares to corrupt me with its Concept? Arrogance!]
The woman then turned and stared at the beast that was stopped in place before digging her hand into its chest and pulled out its heart. The being coughed up blood as its body shrinkled.
The being let out a pained growl as the string of blood circulated its essence faster.
The being stared in shock and glanced at Frotus looking at it coldly. Frotus stared at it in the eyes before he smiled.
The being's eyes widened and gritted its teeth.
"Damned traitor!" It screamed out as its head exploded.
The woman stared at it in amusement then turned to Annatella, who had her entire limbs cut off and suspended in the air for all to see.
Frotus stared at her for a moment, then turned to the woman as Sara's body floated in the air.
Then she was thrown to Gwynne and clashed with her body before they explodes into bits.
The woman stared at this scene and laughed out loud. She raised her hand high up in the air and clapped quietly before sounds of mirrors breaking sounded out.
Annatella gritted her teeth as she knelt down, trembling as she spat out what seemed to be grass and other small leaves.
She turned her eyes towards the woman and wiped her lips.
'How? She should have been distracted from Frotus and the beast, thus giving me ample time to create an illusion of the ritual succeeding. I even made myself like that to throw her off and have her guard down...'
Frotus stared at her before turning to the man lying on the floor, trembling.
Then he turned back to the woman and tried to stand up but the will within the wand forced him to kneel even lower. Gritting his teeth, he wanted to break the wand and take the leftovers but was stuck in place.
The woman looked at the void before she pointed towards a certain direction.
[The price of my injuries aren't free. And for now, i feel petty, that is the truth. Where would i put my pride....] She then curled her lips higher.
[If i don't take debts!?]
Silence enveloped the entire scene, before another round of the entire space trembling as if there was an earthquake. Cracks appeared from the space, the cracks looked terrifying as goo and worms sipped out from it like blood would from a wound.
The shaking this time was much more powerful. Its magnitude far surpassed the trembling from earlier as more and more goo gushed from the cracks on the sky.
Rueben stared at this scene in horror as Sara floated up high infront of Gwynne's body.
His eyes shook before closing, gritting his teeth.
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