Spells and Deceptions!

There are several of them in bands of a dozen (or more) each. Living distant from each other, yet too close to break any associations. All of them encompass the young and the old, each serving different purposes. As one group begins to strengthen its footing, another comes forward full speed and crushes it under the weight of spells. They have acquired this much abstract power (to ruin others) over years of relentless rehearsal and patience.

With a table situated in the center, members of each band sit across from each other, forming a complete circle. They speak to each other one moment and remain silent the next. If an individual among them dares to complain of something, others give a lethal gaze, and he freezes right there for hours and doesn’t regain his agency unless some force breaks the spell.

They extract liquid from a magical tree, offering immortality, and cast it into the fire one by one. The flames go higher and higher, strengthening the caster’s charm. Those who outpace others in the fire-producing activity are rewarded with skies and mountains after the ensuing battle.

All are formidable; only their spell-craft differs.

As the bands finally clash, intentions, souls, spirits, and languages collide. The floor gets tainted with cursed water, stinking. One group’s hallmarks weigh heavily on others. And it gives birth to even more hatred, jealousy, resentment, and a dark vengeance. In case a member of one band exhibits an intention to do good to other bands in general and the spectators acting as bystanders in particular, he either dies a silent death midway or is shamed and blamed for weakening the stone-written principles of the occult.

Only harm is allowed to be wished on others. But for it to concretize, the spectators are hoodwinked into believing the shallow normalcy of the sorcery.

The wizards add interesting elements to the spectacle, factoring in all that gives it a circus-like appearance. They deliberately spell incantations that make the onlookers laugh: incantations that smack of foolish innuendos directed at antagonists. Other times, they pretend to have absolute powers, when they have none, over others.

The targets of evil now extend to those not a part of the circus. The cursed floor spreads to cover even the holy stretches. People now senselessly believe what the deceptive monsters do is right. They have now become fans of a certain group and rivals of others. The spells have gained so much power and traction that even some audience members now forthrightly claim to worship the cult invariably.

The doom is impending. The conditions aren’t good. The innocent are invaded. And the behemoths are polluting and corrupting them. For as long as the monsters stay engaged in witchcraft, spectators will keep failing to get the hang of them: something to cry seas upon.

Bottom-line: 

Dirty, old politicians and the company mirror this evil cult. Generations of people from perverted backgrounds engage in devilry, shaking the depths of the earth and the heights of the heavens.