You Are The Silence That Ends His Storm!!

“You Are the Silence That Ends His Storm”

A baneful command for the abused witch who’s ready to bind, rot, and bury the monster that dares call himself her husband.

This spell is for you, the woman he underestimated.

Not the soft version. Not the “maybe this will help” version.

This is the one you cast when you are done.

When you’re not afraid of consequences—because he already made your life a battlefield.

He wanted a war?

You’ll give him one he can’t scream through.

What You’ll Need:

One black candle (short and mean)

One rusted nail (the older, the better—let it sting)

A piece of broken mirror (his reflection deserves no wholeness)

Black thread, long enough to strangle the sun

A square of black cloth

Black salt (grave dirt if you want to make it real personal)

Vinegar (the sour kind of justice)

His name on paper, or his hair, or something he's touched

A small black bag or box with a lid

Gloves (don’t let his energy touch your skin)

Begin the Ritual:

Light the Candle.

Stand above it like you own the flame. Because you do now.

Say nothing yet.

Just remember.

Every slammed door.

Every shattered object.

Every scream he thought made him big.

Every night of beatings.

Let it boil in your belly.

Step 1: Speak the Sentence

Take his name and lay it flat.

Now, you speak to him directly—

because he needs to hear it in the echoes of every curse you spit:

“You who break what you fear,

You who scream to fill the void inside your shriveled spirit—

I do not fear you anymore.

I bind your fists.

I still your voice.

Your chaos now belongs to me.”

Step 2: Bind the Beast

Wrap the name (or hair) in the black cloth with the mirror shard and sprinkle black salt over it.

Each layer is a nail in his invisible coffin.

Each wrap of the thread is a coil around his filth-stained soul.

With each loop, say:

“You will scream into silence.

You will lash into emptiness.

You will rot in the stink of your own control.”

Tighten it.

Let the thread snap if it wants to—it means it’s working.

Knot it seven times.

With every knot, picture him folding into himself like a shadow collapsing.

Becoming sicker in mind and body.

Step 3: Sour His Power

Drip vinegar over the bundle and let it soak in.

Say:

“Taste this, beast.

It’s the flavor of your own venom.

Let it eat you from the inside—slow, bitter, unforgettable.”

Step 4: Banish What’s Left

Place the bundle in the black bag or box.

Seal it tight.

Tape it.

Tie it.

Lock it.

Let no air touch it again.

Now choose:

Bury it where nothing grows.

Sink it in the swamp.

Store it in the back of a closet full of shadow.

As you walk away, don’t whisper.

Say it like a curse carved into stone:

“You will not rise.

You will not roar.

I am the silence that ends your storm.

And I do not look back.”

Final Notes, Witch:

This is not a healing spell.

This is retribution wrapped in thread and soaked in vinegar.

It is your will made real.

It is your voice made unignorable.

It is the rotting of his hold on you.

He was the monster.

Now you are the shadow that devours monsters.

It is done..

Darklady