Hell magick: curse of the avenging Dark Angel
Dark Angel picked up her hammer, called upon her ancestors, and stated the purpose of the rite – to fire an unholy, vengeful curse upon the troll-like chav...
First published June 2020.
There is a certain cathartic value about laying a curse. Indeed, it can be very therapeutic. You can feel a hell of a lot better after hitting somebody with a hex. It alleviates your anger, and helps you get on with your life. In other words, it’s a release of emotional tension.
In this sense, laying a curse is psychodrama, which is, after all, a branch of psychology. Most importantly, it gets the rage out of your system.
Now, one of the most fun curses I’ve been involved with was laid by Dark Angel. She’s one of the nicest and most caring people I know, and very bright and intelligent; yet this was the most hellish and terrifying curses I’ve ever witnessed in my life. Good God, it would have made the whole Hierarchy of Hell cower in fear. Satan himself would have said, “Well, I’m off old chap, this is going a bit far even for me. You’re on your own for this one.”
Nevertheless, I felt obliged to assist Dark Angel in her uniquely hellish hexing activities.
The reason for her ire was down to the fact that a family member (whom I shall not name) had taken up with what we in the United Kingdom would call a chav. A disreputable lowlife with a limited number of brain cells. One would naturally consider this intolerable and a hellish curse would be perfectly in order.
So Dark Angel set about creating one of her unique clay dolls (see below), which look scarier than the painting The Scream by Norwegian Expressionist artist Edvard Munch. She mixed all sorts of nasty materials into the clay, including gunpowder.
Once the manikin doll was made and we had created a sigil for it, aimed at the unwanted person, Dark Angel set about conducting her ritual at the “Dark of the Moon”. She put the doll in a wheelbarrow (the doll was rather large) and wheeled it into into the woods, taking a heavy hammer and a handful of rusty six inch nails with her.
At this point, I was starting to think I’d be better off retreating to my study for a brandy and to settle down with a good book. But I persevered despite knowing that what was coming next wasn’t going to be pretty.
In the middle of the woods was large fallen stone, about ten foot by three foot, which Dark Angel calls her “altar stone”.
A while back I looked into it as the stone has some odd markings on it, which might be random, or might be meaningful – some form of sigils from many years ago perhaps. All I could find out was some local archaeological talk from seventy years ago about the stone being ten thousand years old, although one or two other scholars disputed this. My feeling is it was used as a ritual stone by some ancient group of people. Either way, Dark Angel uses it for her more powerful magickal workings.
Anyway, she carefully placed the cursing doll upon the altar. The night was dark as there was no moon. But I’d gathered some sticks and leaves together and lit a small fire to light the clearing in the woods.
Dark Angel picked up her hammer, called upon her ancestors, and stated the purpose of the rite – to fire an unholy, vengeful curse upon the troll-like chav that she wanted out of the family picture. A dark light shone in her eyes and she screamed as she placed one rusty nail after another onto the doll and hammered them in. Then she hurled the remaining nails aside and just laid into the doll with her hammer. She was like a female version of the Norse god Thor laying waste to the Jötunns (giants), sworn enemies of the Aesir (gods).
After a minute, she’d smashed the manikin doll to dust. The curse was laid.
In some ways I thought it was something of a shame as I felt the manikin doll was something of a work of art. Never mind, this had to be done. More than anything else, it was a way for her to unleash her rage, to exorcise what had been troubling her for months. It was an act of inner appeasement.
That’s my view. But equally, one has to accept there are more things in heaven and earth, and thus the sheer rage unleashed during this magickal rite could potentially have an affect on the everyday world. And I will concede that this unwanted chav fellow has not been doing as well as he might. More than a few things have been going wrong for him. And in the fullness of time I predict he will take a serious fall… and he will be gone.
If that happens, one would have to say that it could have been coincidence, and not Dark Angel’s hellspawn curse. Then again, it might have been as a direct result of her hex. Who knows. I will leave it to you to decide.