This is a spell that uses flowers and candles to hex severe targets at the exact same time. It can be somewhat dangerous is you haven’t mastered visualization however, and if you forget to focus on your targets it might backfire.
Dark purple candle
Morning glories, amount depends in how many goals you need to curse.
1 pink rose
Casting Directions for ‘Tormentia Curse’
Visualize all the blossoms as your goals, and the blood origin as their blood. Put them under the sunlight during a whole day simbolizing all their great, bright times they’ve experienced prior to the curse. For those who have any small belongings of them, put them near the flowers during the first day. At the end of the day, put war water in a jar and carefully slip the blossoms inside of it, then recover them back.
On the very first day: Burn the pink rose with the purple candle, keeping the morning glories close to the candle, like watching the first target being burnt.
On the next day: Squish one of the morning glories, imagining it as your goal and the action as messing with their heads and hurting them in the process.
On the next day: Repeat the same thing with another morning glory, another goal. Do the exact same thing during all the days needed according to your targets.
On the fourth day: Place all the squished blossoms together, light the black candle and, focusing on the flame, chant: O (your deity, focusing on the revengeful side of said deity, if you havent got any you can chant to a chaotic mythical creature, I used the goddess Morrigan), filled with power and anger, perfectly entwined, let this insignificant being become the most dangerous Witch (or magician, sorcerer or any magic being you identify as) for I am wishing to see grief, May (targets full name) get lost in the sea of madness, may (another targets full name) become a living corpse, may (targets name) search for an inexistent relief of the least beareable pain, may (targets full name) drown in their own tears because they are in sorrow, and may my power force them all to eventually succumb to the enchants of Departure. Hear my calling, ravens of the discord, make them make their empty holes bleed (squish the blood origin and throw it up the flowers) until they arent able to sense, Hear me, dying trees, turn their brains into a scary woods of tormentia they could never escape (increase the tormentil) And, above all, may I hear my own soul for she is going to make them weep, Alongside with (deity) who has heard my darkest desires, for we shall reunite when I finish my trip of chaos in this insignificant world when compared to You, But for now I send you these souls that have wronged a witch of your own and precious belonging. May your sacred darkness teach them to not to mess with anyone but themselves, So mote it be!
Wait until the candle consumes itself and focus on your goal, let your mind wander imaginging the targets in pain and thanking your deity.