Kuri was in tears as she flipped through the Grimoire, sitting in the basement beside Reiko's corpse. She cants the Dominus Trinus spell, hoping that Reiko would return.

"Audite verba maleficas

Arcana nocte absconditus.

Vetustissima dii allegatur,

Magnum opus magicas quaeritur.

Hac nocte in hanc horam

Antiqua munia invocabo.

Tres sorores suas, ut nos vestris: Afferte,

Facultas desit, nobis potestas."

A candle flickered. She was surrounded by herb jars, chalices and other ritualistic items. She looked up and closed her eyes. She kept her eyes closed for a prayerful beat, then she opened them, looked at the candle, but saw nothing. Blindly determined, she started flipping through pages until she found another spell, To Call a Lost Priestess. She expertly found and mixed certain ingredients {rosemary, cypress, yarrow root} into a silver bowl as she chanted from the book.)

"Potestas Et pavet Haemonias ortum.

Latet utique per aetheres.

Veni ad nos, et nos beatos vos prope est.

Veni ad nos, et habitatores hic."

Then, she found an athame and sliced the left finger of her left hand so that blood can symbolically spill directly from her heart and into the bowl.

"Et sanguis sanguinem meum et vocavi te.

Et sanguis sanguinem: revertere ad me."

A faint gust of wind flickered the candle, but not much else. She buried her face in her hands in defeat.

"Kuri?" Mana said. Kuri looked up, hopeful.

"Reiko?" Kuri looked at the candle. Mana entered, wearing her nightclothes and jacket. She had a tear-stained face.

"Sweetie, it 4 o'clock in the morning. What are you doing?" Mana said. Kuri didn't answer, just stared blankly at the book. Mana noticed Kuri's bleeding and gets a towel "You're bleeding."

Kuri didn't notice, didn't care. Mana found a clean cloth, took Kuri's hand and wrapped the wound.

"I don't understand why magic can't fix this. And why we can't bring Reiko back. It's not like we haven't cheated death before. I don't understand why this time isn't any different." Kuri said.

"Because we can't heal the dead, Kuri. You know that." Mana said.

"There's other magic, magic that we've used before." Kuri flipped through the pages and fought the tears. "Scrying, calling a lost miko, reversing time." She closed the Grimoire. She stood up. "It's like the book just deserted us and deserted Reiko, and I don't understand why."

Mana took Kuri's other hand, held them both, shared her pain.

"We lost our sister. How can we ever understand that?" Mana paused. "We've tried every magical way to bring her back… but we can't. She's gone." Their eyes welled up as they faced the harsh reality, then they fell into each other's arms. It was a nightmare neither one of them could ever wake up from. "I just - I thank God that I didn't lose you too." Mana gave her a little kiss. She broke the hug. She sighed. "We have to get some rest. Reiko will never forgive us if we look bad at her funeral."

Kuri couldn't help but smile through the tears at that. She stood, looked down at the Grimoire one last time before closing it. Arm-in-arm, they exited, shutting the door behind them. After a moment, a mysterious wind blew on the Grimoire. The symbol, the triquetra, on the cover began to glow. The mysterious wind re-opened the book and magically turned to the pages to the last spell Kuri tried to cast, "To Call a Lost Priestess..."

Mana went back upstairs. The wind continued to blow throughout the basement.

There was a swift sound of something moving on the pedestal where Reiko's corpse lay.

Kuri whirled—and was descended upon in a whirl of blood and darkness.

The last thing in her vision was red—red eyes, and a shining red crescent tattoo, emblazoned on the reborn Reiko's forehead.