A little story from when I first meet Lucifer
So when I was 13 or 14, I was just starting my path, and it was before I had my mentor. I would create spells and rituals with the help of a spell and magick website. And many times those spells and rituals were very messy. I ignored protection spells completely. And focused a lot on summoning magick, giving offerings to any visiting spirits, and working in astral projection. I was not safe about my craft at all and it was extremely chaotic and unified. Which made sense.
One evening I was looking up different summoning rituals when I stumbled across a ritual specific for Lucifer, to like talk to him and seek guidance I think it was. I was extremely curious as a closeted witch, under an extremely religious household, where anything demonic was evil and wrong, hell family household even had the "video games are of the devil" kind of talking points. But I was curious, I had always felt a very very strong connection to demons, and infernals, so this was exciting.
Like always I didn't prep properly or protect myself. Not to mention I was extremely nervous due to the things listed above, even tho I was very draw to infernals at the time, I was still a absolutely terrified of them. I don't really remember the spell anymore, I just remember being in my room late at night quiet as possible.
I was extremely surpized when for one the ritual worked, and I could absolutely feel his presence stronger than any spirit, deity, or similar I worked with in the past. I was very nervous, but also excited. Until I noticed he was absolutely not happy with me, and seemed rather angry or annoyed.
First I thought "oh shit, the things I was told is true, and now I am going to die". Until he started to talk:
(Paraphrasing, since I don't remember exact) "What is this? What are you doing child? Where is your protection? Do you not care for your safety? Your circle is extremely wonky. Have you been inviting random spirits like this with this little preparation? You know how unsafe that is child?"
I turned from scared to a mix of surpized and embarrassed. He acted like a dad, or a teacher, he showed worry and care. Something I wasn't really used to to the time.
After that we did spend some time talking, mostly I was just him lecturing me big time. And ended it with: "Take you time with your craft. But for now, don't summon anyone anymore. I will send someone to guide you on your path." Or something similar as that is paraphrased. And soon after I meet my mentor.
After that my appreciation and slight obession with infernals started, I no longer viewed them as dangerous. But as protectors, beings of rebellion, and freedom.















