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I had failed to bring my demon protectors back to me. I was missing something. Some crucial part of the puzzle. Maybe I needed to take a step or two or three back and start over.From the beginning.
After Altair, Morpheus, Dominik were snatched into the mirror, my focus had solely been on pulling them back out. All I managed to manifest was a few plumes of black smoke here and there. Perhaps I needed to recast my spells and maybe change my focus from getting them out to why they vanished into the magical mirror in the first place?
I could figure out the why…
Untangle the how…
I just wanted this all to be over.
I wanted us back in Shadow World and to never have to leave again or deal with any of this shit. But I knew that wasn’t going to cut it.
My sister was still out there and in trouble.
Magda was roaming around in the city as a free woman after she murdered Aunt Naima.
Finn was still locked up in chains in Shadow World screaming out from his prison, begging for mercy.
And the demons’ father, Apollyn, was on the loose and hiding somewhere. A very dangerous centuries-old, ancient demon on the loose…imagine that.
I balled my hands into fists and glared at the mirror, trying not to resort to anger. I could destroy the damn thing. And then what?Exactly.I had no idea what would happen if I did that.
That was the thing about wielding magic. It was like trying a new recipe. Even though you followed the steps word for word, sometimes you could never really anticipate what the real outcome might be.
This was Naima’s spell. Not mine. And not all witches kept their cookbooks lying around for obvious reasons.
When I came to Naima for help trying to find my sister, I knew something was odd about the mirror. Had Naima known the truth? Did she do this? If so, why did she lead me to believe that the mirror was just some family heirloom? Naima wasn’t the type to betray anymore. She wouldn’t hurt a fly. She had put other’s lives before her own, even taking in Mika as a orphan when she was a troubled youth. And Loki? She had found the cat on the street and taken him in. Naima wasn’t evil, but who else could have harnessed such power inside of a magical globe?
I sat cross-legged in front of the mirror and prepared the elements for my new spell. Loki, seemingly uninterested in anymore failed spells, tip-toed around behind me sniffing at things.
Suddenly, one of my incantations worked and the mirror revealed a vision.
“Why are you against me, Mistress Naima?” It asked.
It took me a while to immerse myself deeper in the vision, but after a few minutes, I realized that this was an apparition from the past. It was if the glass mirror was playing out a memory. Aunt Naima was alive and still in her tarot shop, so this had to have been before she was murdered and the shop caught fire.
I focused on the mirror again, forcing myself into a deep trance.
“I didn’t invite you here, vampire,” Aunt Naima quipped, backing up behind the counter.
“You didn’t have to. You see, I am a lord. Regular rules don’t apply to me. I can go where ever I please even when uninvited.”
A vampire came around the corner. Sure enough. It was him. The vampire lord everyone in the coven talked about. The most dangerous supernatural crime lord of all. Nostro.
“Why do you want to get rid of me, old woman?” Nostro demanded.
“You know why!” Aunt Naima’s arms shook as she fumbled with something behind the counter.
“I was hoping we could forge a deal. It has been sometime since the witches and I were on good terms. Don’t you recognize how beneficial our friendship could be?”
“We do not make deals with vampires. Especially not with one like you,” she shot back.
“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” Nostro shook his head, sighing. “Well, that’s too bad.”
While Nostro walked around the shop, Aunt Naima continued to fumble with something behind the counter. A glimpse of a round and shiny object flashed in the mirror. It was the magical globe.
Aunt Naima’s lips moved but barely. No sound came out, but it was quite evidence that she was executing a spell.
The vampire hadn’t caught on yet and was drawn to something he found on a shelf. He held up the object. A dagger which was rusted and caked in bits of dry sand. “Really now? You’re a thief.”
