The Covenant of Black Fire: On the Sovereignty of the Vampiric Witch.

There are paths of sorcery so old that even memory recoils from them, roads etched into the marrow of existence when the world was yet young and the stars burned nearer. Shadow Witchcraft and Vampirism belong to these primeval paths, the domains of those who have renounced the comfort of false light and who tread the dominions of silence, hunger, and immortal will. In the deep currents that flow beneath waking life, those who embrace these ways feed upon the rivers of existence itself, shaping themselves into creatures not bound by the petty laws of flesh and decay.

To walk as a Shadow Witch is to forge oneself as an instrument of the Void, neither slave to light nor wholly consumed by darkness, but a sovereign of both. The craft is not moral; it is primal. In the old grimoires of forgotten ages, it was written that the witch must descend into the Pit of Self, where all masks are stripped away and the core essence is revealed in its naked, howling truth. Shadow work, as the modern tongue names it, was known to the ancients as the First Descent, a ritual of inner death and rebirth, by which the witch dismembers their false identity and forges from its bleeding remnants a new and incorruptible soul (Jung, 1959).

The vampire, in this sacred context, is not a mere spectre of graveyards nor a withered ghoul thirsting for mortal blood. Rather, the vampiric witch is an heir to forgotten thrones, a priest of the energy currents that pulse through all living and unliving things. Their hunger is not base; it is alchemical. By consuming vital force—be it the breath of a dying storm, the terror of prey, or the thick auric emissions of a sleeping city—the vampiric witch nourishes their immortal essence (Belanger, 2004). This is not theft, but the oldest form of communion: an exchange, a sacrifice rendered unto the Self.