Magic:

Sexy dirty obsessive scary lovely; imagine clots of blood glittering and scented as gentle jasmine flowers. Jewels hidden within carcasses.

Basteth, Ashtoreth, Persephone, I thank you for your guidance. I implore your continued influence.

I fancy myself a heart-giving mythic man, blessed bee honey lover; I stroll through a forest on fire with a panther at my side. I glimpse hunger in the distant flames. Frantic tongues and wild wet eyes. My companion and I are gods, in this land. We only harbor fear out of respect. We eat fire when we get hungry. We sleep in burning branches. The ground I walk upon conflagrates furiously.

My threshold for power has increased, but so has my threshold for responsibility.