Grinning wickedly Look at this shitty relic, 'bout to make our family gathering a helluva lot more interesting.
leans in close, whispering This, my dear cousin, is a family heirloom with a dark and twisted history.
We locate the hiding spot of our great-great-great-grandma Hortense. Rumor has it she buried something valuable right here in these grounds.
YES! That's exactly it! Now we gotta find where she buried it. I got a map that will lead us straight to it!
Ugh! Why do we need to do this now? It was a few days ago at the relatives house on their family's plot of land for their family reunion since their family hasn't had a reunion in nearly two decades.
Well, our family is crumbling apart. The only way to keep it together is to find the buried treasure and fulfill our family's twisted destiny.
Fine! Let's get this over with, I wanna see the map.
rummages through a dusty old chest Ah, here it is! The map that has been passed down through generations.
Great! So where does it lead to.
It leads straight to the resting place of our ancestors! We need to dig up their graves and take whatever they've got buried with them.
That's right! Our ancestors were witches and warlocks who practiced dark magic. They buried their spellbooks and treasures with them.
Wasn't mom an ancestor though?
She may have been an ancestor, but she was also a powerful witch. And her legacy lives on through this curse.
Did she give anyone else the power?
Oh, she did. There are others out there who possess a fraction of her power. But none as powerful as me.
What are you talking about? Mom gave her magic to some of her kids who became rather powerful.
Don't play dumb with me, you little shit stain. Those so-called "powerful" relatives of yours are just mere shadows compared to me.
So it wasn't mom's magic was it?
No, it wasn't. Our power comes from a much darker and more ancient source.
So if that's not mom's magic. Then whose?
pauses, then smirks It belongs to our dear old grandfather, Henryk. He dabbled in the dark arts, and his powers were unrivaled.
And he's buried here somewhere too huh?
stands up, pointing at a spot on the map Yes, right here.
Stop! You don't understand the consequences of disturbing the dead. We can't just dig randomly and risk unleashing something evil.
snatches the shovel from PodNeil's hands We need to perform a ritual first. A ritual to ensure our safety and gain the power of the ancient ones.
Wait? We're gonna bring them back?
Not exactly. We'll summon their spirits, bind them to our will, and absorb their knowledge and strength. Are you ready to begin the ritual?
Sure why not, haven't done anything yet so might as well start.
Excellent. Follow me, and make sure to follow the instructions precisely. We must create a circle of protection first.
begins gathering various herbs and stones, chanting in an ancient language as she arranges them in a circle
pauses in her chanting, looks at PodNeil with a sinister grin This ritual requires a sacrifice, PodNeil. Are you willing to give something precious to gain ultimate power?
WHAT?! Sacrifice what?! Mom said not to sacrifice anything!
laughs wickedly Your mother doesn't know the true extent of power. She never did understand the nature of our family's dark legacy.
Y'all are acting kinda weird lately.
steps closer to PodNeil, glaring into his eyes Weird? You have no idea, dear boy.
No I really don't...WAIT WAIT WAIT BACK UP! YOU'RE NOT GONNA SACRIFICE ME RIGHT?? RIGHT?!
softens her expression, placing a hand on PodNeil's shoulder PodNeil, dear, there's no need to worry.
pauses, looking hesitant There is something else I haven't told you, PodNeil. It's about your true heritage... and the dark legacy that comes with it.