The Blood Oath Of Instagram

 

The Digital Silhouette

"Is your name truly Yetunde?" Sabastine typed in the chat box in Instagram.

He had been chatting with this girl who had the shape of Beyonce and the face of Angelina Jolie for quite some months now, and this is the first time he is asking her to reveal her real name. He smacked his head with a sigh. Dating has been boring lately and the stress of wooing a new girl is very annoying to him—or he just knew it is a general thing with men these days.

"No!" she replied with a laugh emoji. "I don't even know such words exist."

"Thanks The Two Gods , I nearly bit my tongue trying to even pronounce it."

She had replied with another laugh emoji and he hit his with a smiling emoji.

"So what is your real name?" he asked her, waiting patiently for her reply.

"My real name comes with a price," was her reply.

"Hmm... what price?"

"You haven't seen my real face, and yet you're asking for my name? Are you sure you are for real?"

"Wait, are you saying the picture on your profile isn't you?"

"I'm only saying the internet can fool you, and Instagram can make you think a lot, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, so what is your real name? And I would love to see your real picture."

"What if that is my real picture?" she replied with a devil's emoji.

"Hey," he protested, "stop playing with my head. I have come to like you."

"Not love?" she replied, and he swore he felt it like she was pouting.

"A man needs to start from somewhere," he said, dodging her question.

Shadows of the Past

"So what do you want from me, Sabastine?"

He had just winced. He had been honest about himself, telling her his name. He is the kind of guy who just lays it all on the table and lets you decide yourself if you will follow him or not; he doesn't pretend and he loves it like that.

He is just tired of relationships and wants to give this his last shot. He just hopes it wouldn't end like the others. His last relationship is still painful; he remembers her telling him that she is sorry about leaving him, but she has seen someone who she wants to spend the rest of her life with. "He has no future," she had said, "no prospect," and he is just "freeloading on others." She questioned how he is going to take care of a family when things are so rough for him.

He sighed as his keyboard chimed, reminding him he has a message. He looked and she was patiently waiting for his reply with a blushing emoji. He grinned and replied to her, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Why?" was her reply.

"Because I have come to love your personality. You're funny, kind, and smart, and you make me a happy man every moment I spend chatting with you."

"Is that so?"

"Yes!"

"Even though you haven't met me or seen my face or even known my name?"

"Yes. Your face or name has nothing to do with it. It is just the personality; it says the kind of person you are."

The Binding Price

"Are you willing to take a Blood Oath Of Love?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, now feeling a little sweat beading on his brow. His heart spiked, beating faster. An oath—that is one thing he is against. He has seen how so many oath-breakings had led to so many curses.

"Yes. If I tell you my name and show you my face, you will have to take an oath first before that, and it is a binding one."

"Who are you?" he asked.

"The oath first, and you will know everything about me."

"Can I give it a thinking and get back to you?"

"Sure, I'm always here for you."

And the screen went dark, signaling she had left.

The Internal Conflict

Sabastine sat down for a moment thinking about it. He just can't grab his hand on it, but he knew it wasn't right. He knew it wouldn't end up well. A small voice at the back of his mind told him to forget her and let her go; the voice warned that people like that come with trouble and he needs to stay far and just look from a distance.

But another voice said, "Chill, man. Can't you see? Her shape is like Beyonce and a face like Angelina Jolie. That is something that is rare and can only be witnessed once in a thousand years. Think of how your buddies will envy you; think of how heads would turn when they saw her with you; think of how your ex would turn green with envy. Just chill and follow the ride."

What ride? His inner thoughts wouldn't say, and so he went out to see his guys and hopefully, he can get a good advice from them.

A Night at the Hangout

That day during their regular night hangout, Sabastine wasted no time in showing his buddies his chat with the mysterious lady and asked for their opinion.

"If I were you, I would just forget her. Babes like this spell doom," said his friend Kyle.

"Are you still sour about Florence dumping you?" Jorge asked him. "If I look at that picture well, she looks like Floxy."

"Hey!" Kyle protested. "Don't call her name here. Besides, Sab here asked for our opinion and I gave mine. Don't rub it in my face."

"Chill guys," Klope said, giving Jorge a bad eye. "Sab needs our opinion and not a fight."

Betrayal Uncovered

"The fool started it," fumed Kyle. "How can he bring up stuff about Florence? Besides, I haven't even called her Floxy before. She told me only those who are special to her called her Floxy."

His eyes narrowed as he looked at Jorge, and the others too looked at him. Jorge had to raise his hand up in surrender. "Hey, don't look at me like that."

"I think you have an explanation," Sabastine said. "My matter can wait. So, is that true?"

"What is true?" Jorge asked defensively.

"About Florence. You just called her by a special name, so? Care to elaborate."

"Don't blame me if Kyle couldn't handle her," Jorge said. "It wasn't my fault that she threw herself at me. Why would I refuse such a golden opportunity?"

At this, Kyle broke down in tears and they all shot a threatening glare at Jorge, who just shrugged his shoulder and said she got disappointed in Kyle their first time getting intimate. She swore it was just only that time and that he is a "two-seconds man."

"What!" they all exclaimed, looking at Kyle who buried his head in shame.

"Well, now you can see why she did that," Jorge continued. "And besides, I just do what she needs, not what I need. I was only helping out."

"That is enough," Klope said, shutting Jorge up. "It is bad that she dumped him after five years of dating. Don't rub it in his face."

"I'm sorry, Kyle," Sabastine said with a sigh. "Please guys, let us forget that. I want your opinion on my matter."

The Verdict on the Oath

"Just go for it," Jorge said. "Don't worry, these days oaths are just horse shit. It can never stand."

"I admit Jorge is right," another added. "I swore an oath with Penelope in order to get her in my bed and I broke it after I had got what I wanted, and I still stand here. Don't worry, just go for it and you will be the one coming out stronger."

"Kyle?"

"Like I said, she sounds mysterious. These days many people fall victim from the internet from those they have never seen. What if she is a demon?"

They laughed at him and shouted him down.

"A demon operating Instagram, eh?" Jorge said, laughing. "I can see how that ends with you."

"Come on, Kyle, don't be like this. How can a demon be on Instagram?"

"What if it is their agent?" Kyle asked, not backing down.

"We have heard you, man. Don't worry, Sabastine. Go for it and give us an update later."

"Sorry, Kyle, but the guys are right. You can't just bring a demon talk on Instagram. She is real and I need to wire her real good."

The Instant Connection

After his banger with his friends, Sabastine hurried home that night. He had drunk just a few bottles of beer, not wanting to be plastered before his time with his Instagram crush. He had grinned at his friends and promised to give them the scene-by-scene update when he had his first One Night Stand with her. He had consoled Kyle by telling him to let go of his ex and not hold it out on Jorge; he had even said if it was him, he would have done the same, and they had all laughed. Jorge had even said he will give them the full gist when they next hangout.

He sat down in his regular spot on his sofa and sent his message, "Are you there?"

"I'm always here waiting for you," came the reply.

He was so ecstatic he just couldn't wrap his head on how she replied instantly. "She is different," he thought. Unlike other girls who take their time to reply—some would even keep you hanging while they take their bath and then even go shopping before replying you—but this, his crush, is different.

"I'm glad you're here, I have made up my mind."

"That is great, but before you say yes to the oath, tell me: are you ready for me?"

"Yes," he replied her.

The Threefold Affirmation

"I want you to send me a voice note with the only word YES said three times."

If Sabastine was thinking straight, he would have taken a step back and thought of what that means. He would have reasoned that saying a word three times is a binding that you have agreed with your soul, body, and spirit. But no—all he saw was the body of Beyonce and the face of Angelina Jolie. Who wouldn't lose control, eh? He had thought as he said the word three times.

He felt a sharp pain on his chest, just where his heart would be. It was so sudden he never even noticed just the moment the pain came, and it was gone.

"That is great saying it, now what is your answer?"

"I'm ready to swear the blood oath of love," he said, "but I want a one night stand with you too."

"Sure, you will have your wishes," she replied.

He just couldn't hold himself; his body was shaking with untold desire. He nearly screamed as he felt the pleasure coursing through his veins, but she interrupted his imagination. "Now that we have agreed on that, it is time to take the oath."

The Ritual Instructions

He grinned inwardly, remembering what his friends had said about how they had agreed and, after getting what they wanted, they had run and nothing had happened to them. "Sure, what should I do?"

"Get three candles: one white, one black, and the last one red. Arrange them in a triangle and in the middle, draw a triangle to connect each of the candles by using your blood. At the center of the triangle, make a dot and remove three hairs from your pubic part and burn half in the candle, and the other half place it on the dot at the middle of the triangle."

Sabastine read the message and he was worried now. This is not what his friends had said. Maybe this is all a joke to see if he was serious, he thought. Yes, that must be it. He grinned as he replied, "On it, give me a second."

The Ritual of Three

Sabastine followed the instructions and then he hit the reply, "I have done as you asked, the half-burnt hair is in the middle of the dot now."

"Good. Now say my name three times. As you say it, blow off the candle starting with the white—that is giving me your spirit. Then the red—giving me your blood. And lastly, the black—giving me your soul."

"My name is SOUL TAKER, Daughter of the great demon lord GADAGA."

The Eternal Price

As he said that, he lost his life. His soul was taken from the mortal world, and when he appeared before the Soul Taker, he knelt down and wept.

Now he knew it was all a lie. He was just a victim of fake love and a hungry spirit looking for someone to devour.

The Final Word: A Moral Lesson

The world is not what it used to be. Many of us chat with strangers daily, and some even go as far as giving away personal effects or intimate details. But do we really know what they are used for?

Let this story be a lesson for those who go about agreeing to things they don't fully understand just to satisfy a temporary desire or to feed their ego. Something like this is happening for real—perhaps not always in the supernatural sense, but in ways that can destroy a life just as surely.

This tale isn't just fiction—it's a mirror held up to the screens we stare into every day. In a world where love (or what feels like it) can bloom in DMs overnight, desperation can make us sign away pieces of ourselves without a second thought. A blood oath might sound extreme, ancient, even laughable... but swap the ritual blade for a clicked "I agree," a shared password, a rushed wire transfer, or a vow made in the heat of loneliness, and the curse is just as real.

Hearts get broken, lives get derailed, futures get chained—not always by demons, but by the very human monsters of manipulation, scams, obsession, or bad judgment. The supernatural twist here is dramatic, but the lesson is timeless and painfully current:

Never bind yourself—spiritually, emotionally, or financially—to someone whose face you've never truly seen, whose story you've never fully verified, whose intentions hide behind filters and anonymity.

Pause. Question. Verify. Protect your peace, your blood, and your future.

Because some pacts, once made, don't break easily... even if Instagram makes them feel effortless.

Stay sharp out there. The next "perfect" connection might be waiting in your notifications—but wisdom should always reply first.

Be careful, be discerning, and stay safe.

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