11/5/25
Let me tell you about this incredible find I've come across—it's connected to a family history that's as dark as it gets, the kind of thing that sticks with you long after you've heard it. Picture Europe in the 1500s: a shadowy network of elites, not the flashy kings and queens everyone knows about, but the real power players pulling strings from behind the scenes. They weren't satisfied with just building alliances or stacking gold the old-fashioned way. No, they had this twisted ritual going on. Cannibalism. Word was—or maybe it was some kind of forbidden gift—they could eat someone and straight-up take on their wealth, their brains, their pull in the world. One gruesome meal, and suddenly they're loaded with new fortunes, sharper insights, and unbreakable control. It wasn't random; it was calculated, a way to climb higher without lifting a finger, at least not in the usual sense.
As time rolled on, this lineage didn't stay put. By the 1700s or so, they'd crossed the Atlantic, blending right into the budding American elite. Think of them slipping into roles as early industrialists, whispering advisors to presidents, or quiet landowners who shaped entire states. On the surface, they hosted lavish parties and built grand estates, but behind those locked doors? Horrific feasts where the menu wasn't what you'd expect. They'd pick out the best targets—rival businessmen with killer instincts, brilliant inventors on the rise, even political heavyweights whose secrets they craved. Consume them, body and soul, and bam, all that power transfers over. Families like this didn't just survive; they thrived, turning devoured lives into sprawling legacies that still echo in boardrooms and backrooms today.
The piece itself? It's from their private collection, something like a finely wrought silver chalice or a wooden chest with hidden compartments, etched with symbols that hint at old alchemical roots. Maybe it’s a pin that holds all the magic and souls? Yep, that what I have!  I remember the first time I held it—the weight felt off, almost alive, with faint scratches that could be just the marks of centuries. Stories say it was used in those rituals, maybe to hold... well, you can imagine. I'm not one to push ghost tales, but there's an odd pull to it, like it carries whispers of all those stolen ambitions. Who knows, maybe it's just my imagination running wild after digging into the lore. Except this isn’t imagination, it’s real magic and history. History we are not supposed to know. 
If you're the type who hunts for hidden truths, loves a good shiver from the past, or wants an item that'll spark endless late-night talks (and maybe a few bad dreams), get in touch.  This isn’t just stories but holds the taken power of others. It was their form of a blood magik that still goes on today. This isn't some dusty museum knockoff—it's a direct line to the underbelly of power. Tempted?
Gain direct anti-aging, alchemy, dual magic and knowledge of those who practiced every single day. They literally lived by the sword of magic. Think it, gain it!