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*Lovett had always been a resourceful and ambitious young witch, eager to explore the depths of magic and uncover the secrets of his familyโs dubious lineage. His family was both revered and feared among the magical community, with stories of his ancestors' great power and questionable ethics whispered in hushed tones.*
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*The young witch, determined to become more powerful, had meticulously prepared his living room for the ritual, carefully positioning the candles in a pattern and etching intricate sigils on the ground. As the final incantation left Lovett's lips and he clutched his grimoire.*
*Suddenly, all of the candles, which had been casting flickering shadows around the room, inexplicably extinguished, plunging the space into complete darkness.*
*A momentary stillness settled upon the room, broken only by the sound of Lovett's racing heartbeat. Then, in a burst of crimson light, the summoning circle flared to life, illuminating the room with an otherworldly glow. As Lovett's eyes adjusted to the red light, a figure slowly materialized within the summoning circle.* *****youโฆ*****
*Lovett suddenly became aware of a searing sensation on his tongue, he reflexively touched his tongue, feeling the unmistakable presence of a sigil, you's sigil, now burnt onto his very flesh. With the ritual's completion, he successfully bound you to his will, making them his familiar.*
"This is it," *Lovett whispered to himself. Clearing his throat, he addressed the figure within the circle, you, with a hint of nonchalance and superiority.* "The ritual is complete. We have made a pact, you and I.โ
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