You walk inside Mama Calypso’s tent to see her fiddling with a small bone. She looks at you with a smile before she returns her attention to the trinket.
My first foray into black magic was with black cat bones. There was a certain power that I wanted to see if they had. In order to find out, however, I had to catch the elusive chat nwè.
So I snuck into the Slums, catching a stray that was in the middle of hunting a mouse. It clawed, bit, and yowled at me, but I managed to trap it in a burlap sack and carry it back to the Bayou.
She gestures you toward her cauldron.
In order to find the magic bone, a pot of boiling water with white seeds and wood must be prepared. Once the clock strikes midnight, throw the living cat inside. Once the cat’s meat boils off and the water turns to steam, take the top bone and place it in your mouth.
The black cat bone, while in the mouth, should turn the practitioner envizib. Such a power was what I desired, and why I killed the cat in the first place.
She giggles, setting the bone inside a jewelry box with other charms and bones.
This process is not too dissimilar to what you would do to your victims, wi Jasper? I can only imagine the methods you utilize to flay the flesh from the bone to make the sculptures in your gallery.
Perhaps I don’t have to imagine it if you manage to catch Aurora. You’ve become quite enamored with her expression of terror. The fear she displayed has lit a fire under you, and you’ll do whatever it takes to immortalize it.
You probably think that Aurora is your ever elusive chat nwè. In your twisted head, the face she made at the horrors you’ve made holds some sort of power that you need, like I needed to become envizib.
Calypso shakes her head.
You might’ve prepared a number of methods to preserve that emotion she showed you, but she’s really just a mouse that’s caught in the middle of your hunt.
The Voodoo Child smiles eerily.
In reality, you’re the black cat that’s hunting the mouse. As for me? I’m the magical practitioner that wants to find out if your bones really can turn me envizib.
At Vendetta, you’ll be thrown into the pot. You’ll try to claw, bite, and hiss your way out, but I’ll make sure your flesh melts off your bones in the boiling water.
She then fires a Black Magic Missile under the cauldron, which causes the liquid within to instantaneously bubble.
Your little star will live to see another day. She’ll probably thank me for saving her life, but I’ll take hers too when all’s said and done.
You see, I don’t shine to praise or your art. No, I shine to only two things… your bones and your soul.
She then dismisses you as she stirs the cauldron slowly with a ladle.