could bring their dead brother back, even if they did
manage to find his remains. Was there a time limit on
such dark magic?
Yeah, there was. Even if they did find Lokan’s body
parts, they still had to find his Ka and bring it back.
Problem was, the Ka was sustained by food and drink.
Go without, and it withered, maybe even died. They
were racing against time to find him before his Ka partook of the food of the dead. That would seal the deal.
Eat the banquet, pay the price: no way back.
And what would it cost to reanimate him? How
many innocent souls? Was there a price beyond that
which any of them would be willing to pay?
More questions without answers, and he didn’t like
banking on theoreticals. Alastor was the one tasked
with finding the details on the reanimation. He had the
most truck with demons, and they were going to need
demon magic to work this.
The one definite was the possibility for vengeance.
Mal dealt in that, intended to have it. Served cold and
raw and bloody.
He was convinced that Osiris knew something about
Lokan’s death, and he meant to ferret out what he could
while he was there. It actually suited his purposes that
Osiris would be away at the meeting. Osiris was too
savvy to give anything away for free. But he had
daughters. Wives. Concubines. Slaves. And Mal had
confidence in his own charms.
“So I go to Osiris. And he’s sending you…Aset?”
Sutekh shot him a look. “Aset has her own territory. She is a power in her own right. She goes to the
meeting.”