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[obedient]

Kida had spent the past few days not only in a miserable mood, but inflicting that mood onto everyone around him. He had decided he needed to sort out everything that was happening and stop being so paranoid. He'd written a letter of apology to Lion and snuck it to her house in the middle of the night. Hopefully she got it and would respond. He understood if it took her a while. He was especially cruel and unkind.

He'd also spoken to Zelos, who agreed to talk to the people at Dagon and try to get them to back off of Lion. Even if Mikado wasn't directly involved in any of it, he couldn't help worrying it would lead to all sorts of issues of miscommunications and misunderstandings because he was with Lion that day and he was learning magic now, too.

He wasn't really sure what else he could do at this point though, so he decided to take it easy at home with his friend and try to relax with his friend. That's why Kida threw a pencil at Mikado's head from his spot lounging on Izaya's couch.

"You spend so much time reading those books, do any of them have a spell for inventing television or the internet in them? Or maybe a spell to summon a super cute girl in a maid's costume who will use -sama and bow and blush in cute ways while she serves us."

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1/2 - man, rituals take a lot of words to right, I hope this works

[obedient]

Kida had no idea his friends, well friend was so close. Instead he was watching the hooded figures as he toyed with the sleeves of his own robes. It was a simple protection spell, it would initiate himself into some magical guardian type roll, and give him the ability to prevent Lion's magic from going too far. It would eliminate the need for other churches to harass Lion or Mikado about their unaffiliated use of magic. Even if he wasn't part of the Church of Dagon, his status as a member of the Church of Martel was more desirable than no church backing at all.

The ritual had been explained to him as sending him to a place along the thin line between life and death. The work of the priests and priestesses would keep him on that line, and soften the echoes of the Great Old Ones, since his heart and mind and body weren't ready for the horror and wonder of those voices, according to one priest. Kida was also cautioned about the delicacy of this kind of magic. Any disruption at all could make the protections they built for him crumble. At that explanation, Kida had made a crack about it being like a souffle of magic. He was met with serious faces, although one hooded figure did crack a smile that they quickly tried to hide. That small reaction made Kida feel more at ease. The moment had passed quickly though, as they continued to tell him that his life and sanity were in the balance here, and they wanted to be sure he was absolutely certain before he agreed, because this type of ritual and this role required acceptance and compliance. Kida had agreed. He could do this, for his friends, and in a selfish way for himself, too. He would make himself a reliable person.

Explanations were over now though, all words said in a language he couldn't understand. Kida knew he had passed the point of no return as he felt arms remove the robe he was wearing, until he was only in his boxers. He was pushed inside one of the circles that was drawn on the floor. It was almost like a tiny pit in the floor, only about two shallow steps below everyone else. It could fit about three people, and that was a tight squeeze. All the hooded figures loomed over him now, except for the two that stood in the pit with him drawing symbols on Kida's body, around scars he'd gained in that Yellow Scarves fight Mikado had stumbled upon, and scars from fights that Mikado would never know about. He was surprised at how quickly his body was covered in symbols from head to toe. "Don't worry, it will wash off with a bath or two," one of the girls that drew on him said quietly into his ear, perhaps sensing that shallow concern of his. She pushed him towards one edge of the pit. Her voice was the only indication she was a girl. The robes did a good job of cloaking identities and genders.

The high priest in charge of the ceremony, not that Matthis peson he was told, took Kida's hands, binding them together as he continued changing. The priest pulled out a dagger. Kida was told this dagger contained some sort of drug that would send him into a trance, taking him to that borderline between life and death, between the world of the Great Old Ones and the human plane of existence. It would be an almost out of body experience, one they would contain and keep as pleasant and sheltered as possible. As the dagger sliced across his open palms, he started to feel dizzy. The dagger was quickly taken away and placed into a locked box. The dizziness grew more and more, but Kida had to stay standing, just for a few more seconds. He watched as his blood flowed into a large chalice. There was all ready blood or something in the chalice before his own blood started flowing, but Kida did not ask, too distracted with keeping himself on his feet.

The chalice itself was large enough that it took two attendants to hold it in place. A new dagger was brought out and carried by a third attendant. The chalice and dagger were moved around to three more of the church goers, out of the dozen or so there. As they spilled their own blood into the chalice they recited strange words in a strange tongue. Kida was walked through all of this beforehand, too. They were tying their life force to his life force to keep him tethered to this world.