Helm of Concealment — A Ritual to Vanish from Sight

Not all magic wants to be seen. Some spells curl inward, like smoke in the lungs. Some are made not to draw power, but to disappear entirely — to become ungraspable, unreachable, forgotten while still standing in the room.

This is the Helm of Concealment. It doesn’t make you invisible. It makes you unnoticed. A hole in the world. An absence mistaken for shadow.

The grimoire speaks with precision:

Carved on lignite colored with human and raven’s blood, along with a raven’s brain and a human paunch…

No poetry. Just instructions. Like a recipe for absence.

The Ingredients of Disappearance

This spell demands offerings. The price is exact and physical — not just in tools, but in blood, breath, and body.

You will need:

• Lignite — dark and ancient, porous and ready

• Magnetized steel, tempered in human blood

• A live raven, offered with purpose

• A human paunch — fat and membrane, butchered or symbolic

• A raven’s brain, melted down to shadowy pulp

• And blood — nine drops, drawn carefully:

  • 3 from the left index finger

  • 3 from the right ring finger

  • 2 from the right nipple

  • 1 from the left nipple

Take the raven alive. Stab it cleanly in the heart. Collect six drops of its blood and blend it with your own. Then melt the raven’s brain with the human paunch, stirring the mixture until it thickens into something that feels halfway between dream and decay.

The Inscription

Dip the magnetized steel — tempered by blood — into the mixture.

Carve the stave slowly into the lignite.
Don’t breathe too loudly. Don’t speak. This magic doesn’t like attention.

When it’s done, the stave holds silence inside it like a second skin. When you carry it, the world forgets to look at you. You’re still there. But you’ve become background. Blur. Ghost.

How to Use It

• Carry it in your pocket when you must enter spaces where you aren’t safe.

• Wear it beneath your clothes when you want the gaze to pass over you.

• Hold it in your palm when you want to slip out of reach — not gone, just gone from notice.

The Helm of Concealment doesn’t erase you. It lets you choose when you’re seen.

Reflection on Disappearance

There’s power in being visible.
But there is another kind in being unseen.

Ask yourself:

• Am I hiding from danger, or from truth?

• Do I wish to disappear, or do I wish to become untouchable?

• When I return from concealment, what will I be ready to face?

What the Spell Will Not Tell You

You don’t come back from a spell like this unchanged.
Even when the world remembers you, something in you will still remember being forgotten — and how sweet it felt.

Use it wisely.
Use it carefully.
And never forget that absence, too, can leave a mark.