For years it's been a cloud overhead. A dark cloud that haunts a damned soul with the reminder of the deal he made and the spell he cast. A pentagram carved into the back of a wooden picture of Jesus Christ. Using a long black shoe string to act as the tie that would bind. The tie that binds is a harmful spell one casts on an enemy. Chanted into existence with the blackest of hate. Repeating the dark and harshest words over and over. Tossing the tie onto the enemy's property. Over the next ten years, the enemy's house burned down, he's unemployed. He went through a bad drug addiction. He lost his woman, he lost his kids. He lost his self-respect.

For the longest time, the spell caster in this story was happy to see his enemies whole life go down the drain. After some time though, with so many horrible things happening. Our caster became tired and filled with regret about the spell he had cast. He didn't want to see his enemy hurt anymore, fearing the worst was yet to come. For in the beginning when first learning of the spell. It read that whatever happens to the target will be returned three fold to the caster. Years went by. Our caster attempted a reversal spell, one that brings good luck and banishes all other evil. Apparently it didn't take because our victim's life just kept going down hill. Several months ago, our caster did another one. One that actually seems to be working. Good things are beginning to happen to our victim. Unfortunately, bad things have started happening to the caster. All the caster can do is wonder and hope that the reversal spell really did work and will alleviate him from the consequences from his actions of beginning the spell in the first place.