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Finally, the day had come. Every ingredient had been meticulously gathered. The ritual needed had been studied down to the finest detail. This was a one-time chance. If this went wrong, their chance would have been wasted. This had to be done carefully. Correctly. There was no room for mistakes.
Notes had been sent out to Static and his family, as well as Locust and his partner. And once everything had been set up, the Lwa known as Baron Samedi would be waiting for them to arrive at the portals.
It had been awful to wait. The fear downright crippling. But finally.... Finally, he’d gotten word from his brother. He’d found her soul. Then again, that other Lwa was more familiar with the darker side of their realm, and there... He’d found her. Captured by a gang of minor Lwa, all having a grudge against the Baron. Her soul so exhausted that even though it was physical to him, she had been passed out. And he had known then, that he had to hurry.
Luckily, not much more needed to be done. And while the Lwa waited by the portals, a certain, titanium automaton was in the living room, where the ritual space had been set up. Candles, ingredients. And.... In the middle of a circle of lit candles, all placed on their own, individual plate, a figure could be seen, laying on the ground, in a beautiful, white dress.
Alyssa.
Her body had been thawed, and placed on a red, velvet mat. They had all agreed upon performing the ritual in familiar surroundings, so that she wouldn’t be too confused when brought back. The vaults were dark and cold. Unfriendly. So the living room would be the better option. Having her wake up in a space she loved.
However... The Lwa had some extra instructions for the attendees of this event. And that was why he was now patiently waiting for everyone invited to arrive from those two, very different households.
