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A new spark of determination hits Eugene after his epiphany at work. He realizes the effort it will take, and the practice he's going to need to go through. He's merely a beginner in his craft and his plan takes a bit of a higher up skill. That's when he realizes how much effort this plan will truly even take.
The idea was quite random, yet Eugene felt as if he thought of it for a reason. It seems important to him, driving him to head home early from work. The other guys seem slightly confused, yet brush it off as he leaves.
The first instinct Eugene has is to locate a nearby Starbucks. Nothing about his future plans scream easy, and his energy is already beginning to diminish from him. Therefore, landing himself in the drive through, ordering a cold brew.
There's many layers to his plan, many things he must do before he's able to act on it. Nevertheless, Eugene doesn't mind, he takes the idea to be also a form of practice for his work, which is something he needs. If it works, he will accomplish two things, one being proof of his capabilities, and two his intentions will turn true.
He doesn't even realize he's home until he's there, sitting in his parking spot in front of the complex. The parking spot is mostly empty, reminding him that he did in fact, leave work early to do this.
With that realization, he quickly grabs his coffee and makes his way to his apartment. It's dark and eerie when he gets inside, urging him to strangely light the candles instead of turning on the lights. He going to need it later anyway, he thinks.
Eugene decides doing some research before doing any actual magic would most likely be a safer bet. Considering he doesn't even know what all of this actually entails, it'd make a significant more amount of sense to research beforehand compared to just jumping into it.
So that's what he does, he grabs an alcoholic drink, his coffee, his laptop, and a piece of paper and heads to his living room. Eugene isn't quite sure what to expect on his escapade of research, so he comes prepared.
'Spells of attraction' is what he types into Google. He's immediately met with hundreds of thousands of results. Upon scrolling for awhile, he comes across a website titled 'Spells of Magic.'
The site once clicked on immediately intrigues Eugene. Reading the sub-title 'Influence someone' sent a sick shiver up his spine. He then realizes that's essentially what he's going to attempt to do. Power truly courses through his blood and he had hardly even realized it.
Having the power to manipulate someone's mind enough to influence them is a huge thing. The naturally dominant side of him is pleased at this discovery. However, the slightly more rational side of him is weary of said discovery.
He continues reading on the website, it talks about the power influencing someone holds. It list the ingredients and chant used to place the spell, as well as explaining that you could do a specific type of influencing spell after doing this one, and it will be double as powerful.
'Should I even try this?' He wonders to himself. It all began from a miniscule discovery he earlier had. Something he's simply never thought of. Is going through with this silly plan worth toying with the universe over? He isn't sure, but now becoming slightly obsessed over it, he isn't sure if there's an option to not do it.
A wave of anxiety settles over him for a moment, he doesn't want this to get out of control, like he's found himself doing over silly things multiple times. Being too obsessive, to the point of it obstructing his day to day life. Eugene doesn't want that to be the case for this, but he wonders if that's capable of being avoided.
He doesn't realize he zoned out until he finally focuses his eyes. The darkened screen of the laptop in front of him is somehow too bright in his candle lit living room. Rubbing his eyes, he wakes up the laptop and continues his research.
Keeping the information needed for the influencing spell on physical paper is deemed necessary as Eugene scribbles words used in the chant in a notebook. He continues by listing ingredients and other important information about said spell.
He feels good about the preparation for the beginning part of his plan. There's still a huge missing piece, in which he begins researching on almost immediately. Soon enough, he finds exactly what he's looking for. Still utterly amazed at the extensive knowledge Google has on witchcraft.
He scribbles some down ingredients, including rose petals, in his notebook.
Eugene sits proud as he realizes that he now has everything prepared that he needs to. Besides a quick trip to the grocery store for some missing items, he's ready to begin spellcasting.
So he does what's natural in this situation, gets in his car at 9:00p.m. and heads to the store for the needed materials. After getting some weird stares from strangers as he collects his items, he makes the departure back home.
The drive seems to be shorter than usual, as if time itself has been warped. Moonlight lights his path on the narrow roads during his drive home. He can't seem to resist himself as he rolls down the window closest to him and creeps his hand out. Chilly wind dances between his fingers and all anxieties are diminished.
Aforementioned cool wind on his hand distracts him enough to the point of him hardly registering the fact that he is now parked in the dark parking lot of his apartment complex. Slightly dazed, he turns off the car, exits, then promptly retrieves his materials. The walk from his car to his apartment is quick and filled with worried glances.
Eugene feels safer when he enters his home. Candles that have somewhat obtained a permanent placement on his shelf are quickly re-lit. The serene vibe that earlier had held has returned now. Something different is lingering though, Eugene isn't exactly sure what, either. He sets the materials down on his floor next to the coffee table.
Said coffee table gets dragged into Eugene's kitchen. His mind is practically blank as he clears the nearby space, focusing on nothing in particular. The materials he bought when at the store as well as some his mother had given him are gathered in the center of his living room. Carefully, he places all items in their destined spot one by one. Lit incense, directly in front of him, about a foot away. A small bowl filled with rosemary is sat to the left of the incense, a small vile filled with dragons blood oil is placed next to the bowl.
Eugene suddenly reaches in his back pants pocket and pulls out a photo of him and his three other friends. He collects the scissors from in front of him, littered in the pile of materials. There's suddenly two parts of the picture, Eugene holds the smaller part of it, mindlessly discarding the other half beside him. The smaller part of the photo is added to the collection laid out before him. Candles are lit, blue and yellow on opposite sides.
His mind is cleared of all outside thoughts, as suggested by one of the multiple websites he visited. For a moment it frightens him, how easy it is to simply devoid his mind of any outside thoughts. Everything he needs is placed right in front of him, with some simple concentration the entire course of his life could change.
A spare bowl sitting behind him is soon placed before him. The small photo is placed inside the bowl. Eugene pauses to take in the moment, to break his witch character for a second and ponder if he truly wants to go through with this. Of course he does.
His mind is no longer blank, instead filled to the brim with focus and intent. This continues as he picks up some rosemary from the bowl and sprinkles it on top of the picture. He feels the power of the herbs between his fingers. His hands hover over the bowl now filled with a photograph and the rosemary. Fingers bend slightly to form a dome over the bowl, the energy Eugene feels coming from the bowl sends shivers down his spine.
Now comes the next step, he realizes. The little vile of dragons blood oil is now protected safely in Eugene's warm hands. The man closes his eyes for a moment, as if to gather his energy and prepare himself. Suddenly, he begins speaking.
"My commands are your sweet song. You hear only my voice from this moment on. Spirits of the universe, my words are your thoughts. With love and trust, I command you." Eugene recites.
Every piece of his mind was focus on adding intention with every word, as if he's asking for the only thing he's ever wanted. He sits there for a second, processing what just happened as well as being slightly disappointed nothing immediately changed. Unsure of whether or not anything is going to happen, he continues on.
Sat aside for the earlier ritual, he grabs a rose. One by one, he nimbly picks off the petals. They cover the subject of the photograph bit by bit. Jasmine oil is dropped on top of the photograph concoction in front of him. His eyes squint, focusing on the bowl intensely. Suddenly, the contents in the bowl are caught on fire.
The smell of everything mixed together isn't the most pleasant thing he's ever smelt. His hands hover over the altar ahead of him. The overwhelming energy that could be felt only moments ago is now completely gone. Leaving nothing but still air and the smell of burning paper.
Knowing the deed has now been done, he begins clearing out the "evidence." Candles return to their appropriate location and eventually Eugene's coffee table is placed back in his living room. Everything looks perfectly normal, everything is perfectly normal.
He doesn't bother with walking to his bed, instead he finds himself sprawled out on the sofa. It's nearly impossible to not contemplate over the possibilities from now on. Nearly anything could happen now. All Eugene knows is that his life is going to change drastically one way or another. That's the risk you take when you play with the universe. With that thought, he lulls himself into a deep slumber.