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Saiceles
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Saiyuu had finished gathering the reagents, ingredients, and everything she needed for the ritual ahead of her. Currently, she stood in front of a rather familiar altar, in the Temple of Dionysus. As usual, the air was flooded with the faint scent of perfume, wine, and the distant sound of laughter. It was said that in the Temple grounds, the fun never stopped, and that was a saying as literal as any, Saiyuu found. The Vineyard that contained the temple was vast, practically a small town on its own, and often received the visits of faithful and guests alike. The nearby amphitheater was always one place where something was going on. Somehow it remained pristine-clean, despite the fact she had never, ever seen the place without some manner of entertainment happening. Then again, being in a divine domain, it might very well that it stayed clean simply because Dionysus wished so. For now, her deity was nowhere to be seen, probably occupied in his many affairs, but he'd be listening to her request.

Somewhere behind her, upon the seats, waited a father. This time one who was all too familiar to her. Abwan Valorstride, a friend, confidant, one of the most beloved people in her life. This day had seen her to perform a ritual not for a stranger, not for someone pointed by her guardian deity, but for a close friend. A son who was taken from his life too early in life. A loss that he wished he could change. One that he tried many times to move from, but felt like perhaps he wished to use what the multiverse gifted him with to try and change things. Saiyuu could neither blame nor judge him for it. Having been instructed to wait, Abwan was currently attended by a white-dressed Olympian woman, one of the acolytes, who currently held a tray with a few glasses of wine, in case the man needed something to help pacify the nerves.

Saiyuu looked at the altar, standing close to it. The corpse beneath was covered in a silky white sheet, out of sight, but with the outline of humanoid features visible upon it. With a glass of wine of her own, Saiyuu took a sip, before pouring a few drops around the body, closing her eyes. In a quiet voice, she spoke, calling upon her patron's blessing.

"I come to you with a plea of familiar love, Dio. As a son, you understand the pain of losing family. You, whose love let you transcend. Whose love let you save your mother from the depths of suffering, to join those in Olympus. Proud, happy, of who her son could be. The man who comes with me is a father who was proud of his son too. A son he lost too soon. One who might not have shared his blood, but shared something much deeper, and unbreakable. A man who earned over many times my blessing upon his fortune, and that acted to me in faith that I wish to see repaid."

As she finished the words, the wine had formed a circle around the altar, and after pouring a last sip on the ground, she drank up the rest, looking up at the colored glass ceiling. The sunlight bathed the altar, and after several moments, the wine seemed to glow red, slowly crawling up upon the altar and under the sheets. Saiyuu held her arms out, calling upon the resurrection spell upon the deceased body, golden motes of light slowly surrounding her and the slab where the body rested, while one by one they flew into the body under the sheets. A gentle flash of light was the last thing seen before the effects of the spell faded. Wings folding behind herself, Saiyuu stepped away from the altar and towards Abwan, gesturing for him to stand and encouraging the man to approach the slab. The blanket stirred in light motion, as if whoever laid beneath it was in the verge of waking up.

"Think it'd be just right for you to be the first face he sees after this long. And for you to see him too.". The Succubus said with a small smile. "You've been waiting for so long. Don't have to wait anymore now.".

Upon the slab, an Elven hand moved from under the blanket to move it away from a face. A face that Abwan had not seen in many years, but one that he'd never forget, not even after a thousand years. The face of his son, confused, temporarily blinded by the light, but alive.
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