[video]

[voodooing]

[The scene shows a strange looking group of people standing around speaking, one of them is easily recognizable as Voodoo, while the others are people that most in the Underworld wouldn't recognize. Except, maybe, some who might recognize the white haired woman as Zealot. It's her that's speaking at the moment:]

What is the meaning of this? Do you understand that you are trespassing upon a Coda blood dance? Why, your very presence here profanes our ceremony.

[Voodoo raises an eyebrow]

Hey, Zealot, come on. This is me, Pris, and we have to talk. We're your friends.

My name is not "Zealot." As for friends, I have none that I place before my duties to the Coda. Don't look surprised, I've never made a secret of it.

I can't believe I'm hearing this. So, what, are you saying you're better than us?

Is a pure-blooded Coda sister better than a half-Daemonite mongrel? Don't be ridiculous.

[Voodoo turns around and pulls her hand back, throwing a strong punch right at Zealot's jaw.]


How dare you?! Is this the benign influence of the celestial sisterhood you told us about?! An influence that turns you into a cold, racist, bitch the moment you come back into contact with us?

[The women that were standing around watching start to move towards Voodoo but they're stopped by a man with green hair shouting at them.]

You have humiliated me before my sisters, whelp. That shall cost you much of your prettiness...if it does not cost you your life.

You make elegant threats, Zealot, and you're very beautiful. But, it's the beauty of a snake. Something dangerous and cold. Something that needs to be stepped on. [The two women begin to fight, Voodoo throwing a kick as Zealot easily sidesteps away, dodging the potential blow.]

You move like an old woman. Is that all you can do with what I taught you? If you were not so pitiful, you'd be amusing. [She slams her elbow into the back of her head, causing Voodoo to collapse on the ground, clinging to the back of her neck. Zealot starts to pull her sword out]

You are an amateur. You should confined your bickering to the other children--but instead you have elected to play with the grown-ups...and now you must face the consequences. Where would you like the scar? To think a wretch like you would have the gall to start a fight with me. Such monstrous presumption! [Voodoo's eyes start to glow red as her face begins to change, turning into an alien and twisted looking form. She lifts her hand, curling her claws into a balled fist]

M-Monstrous? You don't know the meaning of the word! Your arrogance brings out the Daemon in me, Zealot. But at least my monstrosity is on the outside. Yours is locked in that refrigerator you call a soul! [She punches her hand straight through Zealot's chest, her claws easily ripping through her skin and coming out the other side. Zealot lets out a high pitched scream as she whispers something to her sword:]

Calderoc? She has harmed me! Punish her! [Strangely, the sword actually responds:]

I am the high blade Calderoc and have no will save your desire. With what severity shall she be punished?

Just make sure she learns not to touch me..and that may name is not Zealot! [The sword cuts into Voodoo's flesh almost as if it's moving on its own. As Voodoo stumbles away it can be seen that almost her entire body has turned into a Daemonite form.]

You should have stayed with your own kind, girl. Now you will learn what it means to defile the ritual of the coda. Try not to whimper when you take your punishment. I would not wish my sisters to believe I had trained a weakling. [Voodoo's voice can be heard, it's weak, but laced with anger and the sting of betrayal.]

Y-you really won't be satisfied until you get blood, will you? Well, okay, if you really want it...here it is. Well? Go on. Take it.

[She lifts up her hand, having transformed fully back into her human form, and shows it to Zealot and the other Coda sisters surrounding them. Her entire arm is dripping with thick blood.]

I mean isn't that what this ritual is all about? You give each other tiny cuts and mix your blood while dancing. [As she speaks her voice picks up in confidence and determination.] Doesn't anybody want to dance with me? Oh, come on, there's no need to be shy. You saw what I turned into just now. You know my pedigree. Who wants to be my blood sister? All it takes is one little dance with someone. Anybody?

[Zealot speaks again, this time her voice comes out in an angry hiss.]
Witch! You foul our ceremony with your presence! You whom I have trusted as a comrade! [Voodoo turns her back to Zealot.]

No, Zealot, you are not my comrade. You aren't anybody's comrade and I'd see myself in hell, woman, before I'd see myself in the same room as you again. Void? Get me out of here. [And with that Voodoo disappears into a strange light and the video ends.]

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