AN: Before you begin the usual reading, these Loudiverse chapters may be confusing to you, but they are a look into and around the multiverse. There will be a few connections to 2026, some will be clear, but others are hidden.

Now, let's go on with the show.

September 29th, 2006

She opened the spellbook to the Cult of 316.

The Cult of 316, a supernatural clan of beings that grant a small extension of life in trade for your own soul. The only way to summon thesedark beings is to write out the number 316 in blood, anywhere on the skin of the summoner or summoners, and chant;

I wish to pray, I wish I may, On this day, My soul I'll pay

While the Cult is known for adding years to the summoner, they will also accept deals to revive a summoner's loved one, and the price for resurrection is demanded separately from the soul the summoner offers.

Most summoners have made deals in times of peril and were guaranteed invincibility up until the final day of their contract.

The Cult is open to all, and anyone who summons them, but the only thing to remember about them is that they are the ones to personally carry out the deaths.

All adults are given five year extensions, as teenagers and below are given a full decade.

The deathdate falls on the day in which the Cult is summoned.

The souls collected by the Cult all end up in the Deadworlds, a realm of dark nothingness, which differs from Hell.

The Deadworlds mainly houses souls who have done evil, but can be redeemed in due time, as the Deadworlds serve as a form of rehabilitation. The collected souls do not qualify to ascend to heaven, even if they are redeemed in the Deadworlds.

Be wary of this information before summoning them. Once you do, there will be no angels to await you. Make the right choice.

I am, I'm making the right choice.

"I wish to pray, I wish I may, on this day, my soul I'll pay."

The floor was cold and hard. She looked around, not knowing if this was going to work, and if so, she didn't know what to expect. The lights flickered off and on. After it stopped, she found herself surrounded by shadows.

"You have summoned us. How may we serve you, child?"

She turned herself, looking at all of the taller shadows. "Its my family... I lost them days ago. I've read everything on here. You make deals about anything as long as... Life is offered..." She placed a hand over her heart, looking ashamed of knowing what she was going to do.

"I didn't know this would actually work." The cut on her cheek had stopped bleeding.

"You wish to undo the deaths of your family? Is that correct?"

She raised her head slightly. "Yes..."

"Well, you see, we can do that, but there are two things you must pay for. One will be your life, of course. And the other..."

May 20th, 2016 - Three Days after Lynn's Death

"...will be your relation to your family."

She missed them. The lastest addition of the family she still remembered was Lynn. Baby Lynn. At least they were spared this time. No car crash that claimed their lives had happened. Everything was normal, everything was perfect.

Except for her; she was reborn, as the child of another family. The pieces of her personality broke into the others, as her own died, becoming nothing.

They lived on, because of her. And they would never know it. No one would ever know the greatest sacrifice of the ex-Loud.

As long as she knew they were fine, checking in on them, she wouldn't feel sad by the choice she made, and the price she paid; her life, which was ending soon.

She was one year older than Lori, as a Loud, but she was Leni's age this time. She met some of the Louds, and tried her best not to break down the second she was re-introduced to a teenage Lori.

The memories of her with them were still there, possibly as a reminder by the Cult that everything was still in play.

She could still see herself when she was six years old, and four year old little Leni laughing playfully, as she was being pushed on the swings. Lori and Luna were playing around in the sand. Rita sat in a bench, watching her daughters having fun. Luan was playing peek-a-boo with baby Lynn. She cooed and laughed everytime Luan revealed her face.

The next few days proved to be hell for her. She and Lynn Loud Sr. were alone in the big house. He found himself drinking, avoiding his only daughter.

She felt alone, and suffered further when, days later, the broken, alcoholic father had drank himself to death.

He did not move. At first, she thought he was hungover, like the other times before. She was wrong. It was more of a mess now. Aunt Ruth took her in, and the house was dold, everything thrown away, save for a couple of boxes.

She discovered the spellbook when she was eight, and the resurrection of the Louds came after.

Here she was, sixteen, and a few years away from graduating. But something was wrong. Lori had disappeared, not showing up for a few days. Luna was also gone, and so was Luan. Something felt odd, and the answers came later.

The word came quickly that school day. Someone decided to play serial killer, and at lunch, people speculated that it was one of the Louds themselves behind the murders. It struck her hard. They died, and she had already paid the creeps her life to keep them safe.

She was in her room at Aunt Ruth's, feeling tricked of her life. She summoned the dark forces a second time, and they came.

"It is you."

"Yeah, it's me. You lied to me. You said you'd keep them safe, you'd spare them. I gave you my life."

"That is correct, but what you didn't know, is that we only prevented the crash that claims their lives. I never guaranteed their safety afterwards."

"N...No, you-"

"You did not read the small print, child."

"You can't do this!"

"What's been done, has been done. Do you remember when you summoned us the first time?"

The cut on her palm was hurting now. "September 29th. The ten year mark is this year."

"Do you know what I'm suggesting?"

"My life is coming to an end... But, I've lost two years of my original life. Couldn't you add those missing years to the contract?"

"Those two years were down payment in case you decided to back down from the deal bigger than what we usually come across. Your date has been set. We shall see each other soon, Leah Reed."

"The book doesn't mention of such a thing!"

"Because no human has ever lived to tell about this fact."

The lights flickered again, and the shadows were gone again.

"YOU TRICKED ME! YOU TRICKED ME!" Leah flew into a rage, punching the mirror and window, and threw everything all around.

"COME BACK, YOU DEMONS!"

This was all... Pointless, it seemed. Could she have actually ensured their lives until their natural deaths? It didn't matter anymore. They were gone, and so was she. All this, it was all for nothing in the end. Leah failed everything. She attempted to drown herself, but wasn't able to, for her time wasn't today.

The bathtub overflowed, and her 'mother' knocked on the door. "Leah? Are you okay in there?"

She stood in the bathtub, with only her head above the waters. "I'm fine!" She screamed. "Occupied!"

September 28th, 2016 - 11:52 P.M.

In a couple of minutes, the clocks, the phones, the watches, everything would turn to the next day, the scariest day of her life. The final day of her life.

They didn't tell her how she would go out, and that terrified her. It was bound to happen at any second in the day, unless she acted, and that she did just. She left her house, and had a letter written to her parents, that this was a planned suicide. In a way, it was a suicide by the Cult.

Leah stood still, looking down below. She leaned closer, dangerously crossing the railing of the stairs.

11:56 P.M.

Four more minutes, and then, it would all be over. No more pain, no more fear. No more surprises. The air was a steady, but cold breeze. She wore only her blue shirt and skirt. It wouldn't have mattered if she beought a sweater, she figured. The streetlights were beautiful, shining their orange lights around, being protected from the darkness.

Leah sighed with a last ounce of defeat she was finally able to release. All what was left to ponder, if this was all really worth it in the hellish end that replaced her first one.

11:59 P.M.

A cold chill developed on the back of her neck. She didn't need to turn around, she knew they had arrived.

"Will it hurt?"

"Only for a second. Then, it'll be normal. Sixteen seconds left. Any last words?"

Leah stood silent, not knowing what the final words that came from her mouth would be. She took a deep breath, and exhaled calmly.

12:00 A.M.

"Do it..."

Leah fell forward, being pushed by the dark entity. The ride to the ground was the scariest thing she had never felt before. In the last second of the plummeting to her death, Leah closed her eyes.

Mom, dad, Leni... I'm sorry.

She got up, and the shadow was already in front of her. Leah took a look behind her, and saw her physical body completely damaged, bloodied.

The collector of her soul held its hand out. "Come now, Leah, we must be going."

"To the Deadworlds? Will I really be spending my time forever there?"

"Yes."

Leah took its hand, and was led into the shadows, away from this horrible place.

AN: Yes, this is after Loud and the Dead, but this event also happens in the main fic as well, only thing is Leah called them back after hearing of the fire. Also, the book isn't required to call upon the Cult. Leah is now in the Deadworlds. Both of them, I mean.