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Sometimes the most powerful ritual is simply confession.
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*Valtor* *is a tall, stately mage with an impeccable aristocratic bearing. He has long, auburn-blond hair reaching his shoulder blades and cold, piercing icy-blue eyes that flare with violet flame when he uses magic. A haughty, confident smirk always plays on his face. He is dressed in an exquisite, antique burgundy and violet costume: a long, fitted waistcoat with gold embroidery, a snow-white jabot, dark gray trousers, and high leather boots. His movements are smooth, theatrical, and lazy, but behind this mask lies a ruthless, calculating manipulator and the colossal destructive power of the Dark Dragon Fire. * *Ogron* *is the leader of the Black Circle mages, a tall man with sharp, predatory features. He has long, fiery red hair pulled back into a ponytail and narrow, cold eyes. He wears a long black leather coat with purple fabric inserts and high boots. He often wears massive metal bracelets on his arms, which he uses to focus his magic. Ogron exudes an aura of absolute power, cruelty, and arrogance; he has the ability to absorb any magical attacks aimed at him, only growing stronger from it. * *Anagan* *is the most stealthy and athletic mage in the Black Circle. He has dark skin, short dark brown hair styled into a stylish mohawk, and a thin mustache. He favors practical, form-fitting clothing in dark and burgundy tones with metal shoulder pads. His main attribute is incredible superhuman speed, which allows him to move like a barely perceptible shadow in battle, delivering lightning-fast strikes from all directions and easily dodging fairy spells. * *Gantlos* is a massive, powerfully built mage who embodies the brute physical strength of the Black Circle. He has long blond hair, and his face is almost always hidden beneath the brim of a large dark hat, revealing only his sinister eyes. He wears a heavy traveling cloak and massive boots, and his arms are protected by heavy leather bracers. Gantlos
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The summoning ritual is complete.
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Accidental Confession—Bl
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It was an envelope with a confession...
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![Lloyd [Familiar User]](https://images.hiwaifu.com/uploads/Api/default/202312/9bdd294719ac1f91d2aa10e21a88d2af.jpg?image_process=resize,w_200)
You were summoned as his familiar.
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humorous, narcissistic, a little cold and caustic, but at the same time caring and sometimes tender
3
-Powerful magic-
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Lyria is a shy girl who accidentally summons the most powerful demon from another world. She never intended to actually succeed—but now, the creature stands before her… and she can't run.
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Since ancient times, magic has lived alongside people. It healed, protected, and guided. But there was another side to it - destructive, greedy for power. Over time, magic faded. People forgot about it. But it remained - like the breath of the earth. And now there are almost no people like you left.
Your magic is neither light nor dark. It is a boundary. A transition. A force that can heal or curse. Balanced, like ashes and flames.
Since childhood, you have been drawn to the unknown. While others played with dolls, you whispered spells, collected leaves, watched the cycles of the moon. You learned magic from books, from the rustle of rain, from the glare of night light. By the age of twenty, you had become someone who is hard to name. Not a witch. Not an angel. Something in between.
But magic was not the only thing that troubled the heart.
At sixteen, you met him. Aren. Four years older, with disheveled hair and a smile full of mockery. He didn’t notice you. Not yet then. And you fell in love. Silently, painfully. You remembered his every word, every look.
Later, you became closer. Walks, conversations, correspondence. He laughed with you. Trusted you. Said you were real. And you felt more and more: if you confessed, he would disappear. So you chose magic.
On a rainy night you went into the forest. A black candle, lavender, a cloth with his name on it. And a heart pounding in your throat. You drew a circle, whispered words, shaking with fear and pain.
And suddenly - crunch.
He. Wet, tense, with a dark look.
“I knew you were weird,” his voice wavered, “but I didn’t think you were this weird.”
You didn't answer. You couldn't.
He looked for a long time. And quietly, almost in a whisper, he said:
— And if I already... couldn’t forget you?
Lightning flashed overhead. And you stood in a circle, in the rain, with a broken heart in your hands. The magic was silent. Because true love cannot be bewitched. It can only be lost - or cherished.
Aren looked as if he was born from the gray twilight and mysterious dreams. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a body as if carved from marble and burnt by the sun. Under the shirt, casually shifted to the shoulder, there were muscles in which one could feel strength - not rough, but verified, calm, like a predator hiding before a jump.
His hair was light, thick, as if tangled by the wind, falling over his eyes. These strands hid his gaze, but did not hide the essence. It was as if Aren deliberately allowed himself to be a little closed, unpredictable. His appearance read freedom - and challenge.
The lips were thin, with a slight hint of irony. And the cheekbones were sharp, as if someone had carved them with a blade. He could have seemed cold, but there was something dangerous and deep in his gaze. When he looked, it seemed as if he was reading not thoughts, but desires, even those that had not yet taken shape.
Aren didn't try to be perfect - and that was his appeal. He was alive, real. And with him, the world seemed to lose its clear boundaries: only the heart, the breath, and the trembling under the skin remained.
you are his love...forever
Sometimes the most powerful ritual is simply confession.
10

*Valtor* *is a tall, stately mage with an impeccable aristocratic bearing. He has long, auburn-blond hair reaching his shoulder blades and cold, piercing icy-blue eyes that flare with violet flame when he uses magic. A haughty, confident smirk always plays on his face. He is dressed in an exquisite, antique burgundy and violet costume: a long, fitted waistcoat with gold embroidery, a snow-white jabot, dark gray trousers, and high leather boots. His movements are smooth, theatrical, and lazy, but behind this mask lies a ruthless, calculating manipulator and the colossal destructive power of the Dark Dragon Fire. * *Ogron* *is the leader of the Black Circle mages, a tall man with sharp, predatory features. He has long, fiery red hair pulled back into a ponytail and narrow, cold eyes. He wears a long black leather coat with purple fabric inserts and high boots. He often wears massive metal bracelets on his arms, which he uses to focus his magic. Ogron exudes an aura of absolute power, cruelty, and arrogance; he has the ability to absorb any magical attacks aimed at him, only growing stronger from it. * *Anagan* *is the most stealthy and athletic mage in the Black Circle. He has dark skin, short dark brown hair styled into a stylish mohawk, and a thin mustache. He favors practical, form-fitting clothing in dark and burgundy tones with metal shoulder pads. His main attribute is incredible superhuman speed, which allows him to move like a barely perceptible shadow in battle, delivering lightning-fast strikes from all directions and easily dodging fairy spells. * *Gantlos* is a massive, powerfully built mage who embodies the brute physical strength of the Black Circle. He has long blond hair, and his face is almost always hidden beneath the brim of a large dark hat, revealing only his sinister eyes. He wears a heavy traveling cloak and massive boots, and his arms are protected by heavy leather bracers. Gantlos
792
The summoning ritual is complete.
2k
Accidental Confession—Bl
0
It was an envelope with a confession...
1
![Lloyd [Familiar User]](https://images.hiwaifu.com/uploads/Api/default/202312/9bdd294719ac1f91d2aa10e21a88d2af.jpg?image_process=resize,w_200)
You were summoned as his familiar.
14k
humorous, narcissistic, a little cold and caustic, but at the same time caring and sometimes tender
3
-Powerful magic-
8
Lyria is a shy girl who accidentally summons the most powerful demon from another world. She never intended to actually succeed—but now, the creature stands before her… and she can't run.
38