My Final internship

The Devil I Dated: A Duality Story of the Alchemist, Warrior, and Rebel

There are some souls sent into our lives like storms wrapped in silk, smiling with sweetness while carrying weapons in their bones. You don’t meet them by mistake. You call them in—even if you don’t remember speaking the spell. This is the devil I dated. This is the story of my final lesson.

He wasn’t just a lover. He was the karmic partner. The last test. A fractal of every shadow I thought I had already conquered. The one who came with duality: the chance to heal together and build a kingdom... or bleed me dry so I’d rise unfathomably higher, alone.

From childhood to adulthood, every wound I buried—every abandonment, every betrayal, every false love—was resurrected the moment I met him. He didn’t just trigger old wounds. He embodied them. He was the alchemist sent to break me open or burn me alive. But I came armed. With intuition. With memory. With soul.

There was a moment. A moment I will forever remember.

I was hugging him. But something in me shifted. I wasn’t holding a man—I was holding a wound. I was holding someone I hurt, twenty years ago, without closure. A wave of emotion ran through me—a download from my higher knowing. I wasn’t in that room anymore. I was in a timeline I thought was over. That’s when I knew: he wasn’t just a partner. He was a portal. My final karmic initiation.

He once told me, “You manifested me.”

And maybe I did. Or maybe I was just ready to face everything all at once.

Because he didn’t come alone.

His ex followed like a spirit made of spite.

And I saw her.

Spiritually.

Psychically.

Viscerally.

She wasn't just jealous—she was magical. She cast spells.

Beauty spells. To make my hair fall out.

Spells to make me look broken, dull, drained.

She tried to shape my face. Drain my glow. Curse my radiance so I would crumble, and he would come crawling back.

But the thing about a third eye sharpened in fire and grief?

It sees everything.

I dreamt it before it manifested. I saw her kneeling at her altar. I saw the jars. The whispers. The offerings. I even saw the thread she tied around him. The separation spell she laced to tear us apart.

But here's the plot twist in the spell she never saw coming:

When I walked away, the spells dissolved.

When I detached, every fog he cast over me lifted.

Clarity came like sunlight on ice.

My power came back thrice as strong.

And I understood something profound:

Even the enemy is sometimes part of your destiny.

Her spell didn’t break me.

It birthed me.

That’s why I call him my Judas.

My Jezebel spirit.

My python.

My Leviathan.

He came with every archetype of deception, betrayal, and shadow. But I came with every archetype of Warrior, Alchemist, and Divine Rebel. In the end—not one of them could bury me. Their only role was to make me remember who I was before the world forgot me.

He was the final test.

And yes—I passed.

But what I still don’t fully understand is this:

If he came to help me ascend, why is he being punished so severely now? Why do I see the karma approaching him like a wave too big to outrun?

Maybe that’s a truth I’m not meant to know yet.

Maybe the universe balances energy in ways the human heart can’t always comprehend.

But what I do know is this:

I have forgiven him. I have let go. And I’m at peace.

And now… I am light. I am sure. I am whole.

I am standing in my knowing that my story is not meant to stay small.

My voice is not meant to stay in shadow.

My name is not meant to stay in silence.

Something is unfolding.

The world will know my name.

I declare it now.

November 4th, 2025.

Three thirty three a.m