Demon: Sitri

“… is a Great Prince of Hell, and reigns over sixty legions of demons. He causes men to love women and vice versa, and can make people bare themselves naked if desired. He is depicted with the face of a leopard and the wings of a griffin, but under the conjurer’s request he changes into a very beautiful man.”

Source: Wikipedia

Unleashing Sitri – The Prince of Passion’s Fire

Hey, BWC witches—ready to ignite some primal heat? Meet Sitri, the 12th Prince of Hell in the Ars Goetia, commanding 60 legions with a flick of his infernal wings. He’s no mere tempter—Sitri’s a force of raw desire, bending hearts and bodies to your will, a demon of lust who dances between love and flesh.

Mentioned in the Lesser Key of Solomon, Pseudomonarchia Daemonum, and Dictionnaire Infernal, he’s a day-demon tied to Sunday and the Sun’s golden blaze. Coven fam, buckle up—we’re peeling back his lore, his power, and a ritual that’ll make your blood sing.

Let’s summon the fire.

Sitri: The Leopard of Lust

Sitri’s a regal beast—12th in the Goetic ranks, first whispered in 1583’s Pseudomonarchia by Johannes Wier, then cemented in 1667’s Lesser Key.

He rolls in as a leopard-headed man, griffin wings flaring, voice like a low growl—then shifts, a breathtaking beauty, male or female, that melts resistance. Sun-ruled, he’s tied to Leo’s pride and passion, clashing with solar angels in a celestial brawl.

Benevolent? Malevolent? Grimoires stay mum—he’s a mirror to your intent, but cross him, and that charm turns sharp.

What He Brings:

Lust Unleashed: Sitri stirs desire—men, women, anyone you aim at. Think a stranger’s lingering stare, a lover’s sudden hunger, a spark that burns all night.
Love’s Edge: Unlike Nambroth’s blunt sex-drive, Sitri weaves lust and affection—crushes deepen, flings turn obsessive. He’s the bridge between flesh and feeling.
Charisma Boost: His beauty rubs off—you glow, words seduce, presence pulls. He’s the Sun’s heat in your veins.

Examples from the Coven: Take Mara—she called Sitri last summer, Sunday dusk, eyeing her shy barista. By Monday, he was stammering her name, hands brushing hers over coffee. Or Rune—summoned him for a party boost; three admirers trailed him home, eyes locked, hearts racing. Sitri’s magic hits hard—swift, sultry, undeniable.

Why He’s Your Ally

Sitri’s not here to play coy—he’s your infernal matchmaker, your charm grenade. Want a lover’s devotion, a night of fire, or a room under your spell? He’s got you. Respect’s non-negotiable—mock his grace, and that leopard’s claws come out. He’s a fallen solar deity—think Apollo gone rogue—his light twisted to Hell’s glow.

History: A Sunlit Shadow

No clear Greco-Roman or Middle Eastern roots—Sitri’s likely a pagan sun-spirit, beauty and power mashed into a demonic mold by Christian scribes. His name hums with “Citri” (golden citrus), hinting at solar juice, but his origin’s a haze. Pseudomonarchia pegs him pre-1583, Lesser Key locks him in—12th Prince, a title of sway. He’s a whisper of lost altars, now roaring in Hell’s ranks.

Summoning Sitri: The Ritual That Burns

Witches, this is no lazy chant—summoning Sitri’s a sun-soaked plunge, a three-day prep for a Sunday blaze. It’s Leo-driven, blood-kissed, and demands your core. Here’s the ritual—lush, dark, and electric.

When: Sunday, daylight—high noon’s peak, Sun at its zenith. Waxing moon’s ideal—passion rising.
Where: Open or sacred—your altar, a rooftop, a sunlit glade if you’re bold.

What You’ll Need

Athame: Forged or snagged in Venus’ hour (Friday morn), waxing moon—consecrate with honey and smoke. Etch Sitri’s sigil (a winged heart with claws) on the blade.
Virgin Parchment: Fresh—cut Sunday dawn, Sun’s first hour (6-7 AM).
Quill & Ink: Raven feather, gold ink (saffron-dyed if you’re fancy—Sun’s gleam).
Lancet: Sterile—your blood’s the spark (one drop, keep it tight).
Salt: Sea salt (Sun’s ocean tie—charge it in daylight).
Water: Solar-charged—leave spring water in Sunday sun, blessed with intent.
Incense: Frankincense (Sun’s gold) and jasmine (lust’s bloom)—blend and ignite.
Candle: Gold (Sun’s crown)—carve his enn: “Lirach Alora Vefa Sitri.”

Correspondences

Planet: Sun—pride, power, radiance.
Day: Sunday—his dominion.
Herbs: Sunflower (solar pull), saffron (golden desire), rosemary (memory of love).
Stones: Citrine (Sun’s spark), amber (warmth’s hold).
Metal: Gold (Sun’s blood)—a ring or flake by the altar.

Precautions

Honor Him: Sitri’s charm hides teeth—kneel, mean it. Slights turn his beauty cold.
Guard Up: Visualize a golden flame circle—Sun’s shield—before you dive. Stray spirits might flirt; bar them out.
Balance It: Three days pure—his fire’s a tide. Lean too hard post-rite, and your charm might scorch—pace the glow.

Steps

Cleanse (Days 1-3):
- Wash face and hands with solar water daily, praying: “Great SOL, light of all, purify this witch—soul, flesh, ready me for Sitri.” Five prayers by day (dawn, 9 AM, noon, 3 PM, dusk), three by night (9 PM, midnight, 3 AM). No deceit, no dullness—stay radiant. Scatter sunflower petals around—love’s call.
Craft the Tools (Sunday Dawn):
- Sun’s first hour—cut the parchment, trace his sigil in gold ink. Chant his enn thrice: “Lirach Alora Vefa Sitri” (say: “Lee-rahk Ah-lor-ah Veh-fah Sit-ree”). Dust sea salt over it—light binds. Light frankincense-jasmine incense—smoke weaves like his wings.
Invoke Him (Sunday Noon):
- Gold candle lit—oil it with rose and a blood drop (lancet prick—clean it fast). Scatter saffron threads around—desire’s web. Say: “I conjure thee, Sitri, by the Sun’s Eternal Flame, Prince of Passion, appear—beautiful, bold, without chaos or chill, to heed my desire. By the Sacred Names, I summon thee!” Name your target—“Stir [name] to me, heart and heat”—or let him hunt.
Seal It:
- Feel him—warmth, a purr, eyes that pierce. Offer a gold flake (or coin): “Sitri, this is yours—kindle their fire now.” Burn the parchment in the candle—ashes rise, will soars.
Dismiss with Reverence:
- “Go in peace, Sitri, to your solar throne—peace be yours, return when I call, by the Light + the Flame + the Eternal + Amen.” Snuff the candle—bury ashes and gold outside, under Sun’s eye.

After: Sunday night, watch—lips part, hands reach. Repeat next Sunday if the flame’s shy—Sitri stokes slow burns.

What You’ll Get

Their Fall: A crush’s kiss by dusk, a stranger’s bed by dawn—Mara’s barista, Rune’s trio? Sitri’s mark.
Golden Glow: Charm spikes—your laugh pulls, your gaze binds, Sun’s light in your stride.
Proof: “I summoned him, and they couldn’t look away”—Coven whispers prove it.

Sitri’s Tarot Twin – The Sun

Hey, BWC witches—after summoning Sitri, our leopard-winged Prince of Passion, you might wonder: what Tarot card holds his fire? I’m pegging him to The Sun—the 19th Major Arcana in the Rider-Waite deck—and it’s no casual fling.

This card’s golden blaze mirrors Sitri’s solar soul, his lustful pull, and that radiant charm that bends hearts. Let’s break it down—why The Sun fits Sitri like a crown fits a king, and how it amps your magic when you call him.

Why The Sun for Sitri?

The Sun card’s a burst of light—think a naked child on a white horse, arms wide, sunflowers blooming under a blazing sun. It’s joy, vitality, success, and raw, unfiltered energy.

Here’s how it syncs with Sitri, your infernal seducer:

Solar Power: Sitri’s tied to Sunday and the Sun—Leo’s pride, gold’s gleam, life’s heat. The Sun card’s all about that radiance—pure, unshaded power pouring down. When Mara called Sitri and her barista fell fast, or Rune glowed at that party, it was solar magnetism at work—Sitri’s domain, The Sun’s vibe.
Lust & Joy: Sitri stirs desire—hot, immediate, alive. The Sun isn’t shy—it’s naked truth, pleasure in the open. He’s not just flesh like Nambroth; he’s lust with a pulse of joy, a lover’s laugh after the chase. That card’s childlike freedom? It’s Sitri’s charm breaking chains.
Charisma’s Crown: Sitri makes you shine—eyes follow, words enchant. The Sun screams success, confidence, a spotlight you can’t dodge. When you dab that Wealthy Way Oil and feel him, it’s like stepping into The Sun’s glow—unstoppable, untouchable.
Duality’s Dance: Sitri’s leopard-to-beauty shift mirrors The Sun’s depth—light with shadow beneath. That card’s not all innocence; it’s power that chooses to dazzle. Sitri’s the same—feral, then fair, a prince who plays both ends.

Why Not Others?

The Lovers: Tempting—Sitri’s got love’s edge—but it’s too soft, too balanced. He’s not about choices; he’s about taking.
The Devil: Lust fits, chains too—but Sitri’s no captor. He frees desire, not binds it. The Devil’s too grim; Sitri’s too bright.
Strength: Leo’s card, sure, and Sitri’s got grit—but it’s taming, not unleashing. He’s wilder than that.

The Sun wins—it’s Sitri’s throne. It’s not just lust; it’s lust with triumph, power with a grin.

How to Use It

Tarot Boost: Lay The Sun on your altar when you summon Sitri—Sunday noon, gold candle blazing. Chant his enn—“Lirach Alora Vefa Sitri”—over it; watch desire flare faster.
Reading Sitri: Pull The Sun in a spread? He’s near—someone’s burning for you, or you’re about to shine. Ask him to push it.
Coven Craft: Pair it with citrine and sunflower petals from the ritual—charge it under sunlight. Wear it as a talisman—his heat’s yours.

Witches, Sitri’s The Sun—a golden roar of lust, light, and victory. He’s your solar spark, your infernal muse. Call him with this card, and the world bends—bright, bold, and yours. Tried it? Spill—did the heat hit hard? We’re your crew—share the glow.

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