Four voodoo priests were around a cauldron, boiling green ooze and skulls around the cauldron. They were nowhere near the Voodoo council base, they were actually inbetween, on a dirt hill. No grass was seen for miles. The voodoo priests were all chanting but murmuring. "The shadow priest approaches!" A voodoo priest yelled. The four voodoo priest then halted their chanting and quickly lined up. Shadow priest Fercer, the most feared shadow priest of all. Approached the cauldron. "So, is it done?" Fercer asked. "Yes, master, but we require the final words." The voodoo priest replied. Fercer smiled and approached the cauldron. He stuck his hands high in the air. "Azbane! I call upon you from the surface of Earth! We demand not, but we request your blessing to conquer this city! We have fed you much blood, but shall you need more, we shall give you more if you help us! Please! Help us!" Fercer yelled. Nothing happened for a few seconds. But the cauldron exploded. All the voodoo priests covered their eyes with their arms but Fercer did not budge. A green spirit of Azbane appeared, hovering above the cauldron. "Shadow priest Fercer, you and yo0ur servants have served me well, the blood spilled from this war is most satisfying! So, shall you do as you promise, by granting me more blood with my blessing, you will get your wish." Azbane said. Azbane grasped her claws and then stuck out her hand to Fercer, she then loosened her grip. A mosquito was in her palm. Fercer, unquestionably, grabbed the mosquito and Azbane withdrew her paw. "Use her, wisely." Azbane said. Azbane's spirit then sunk into the cauldron. And then cauldron turned from green ooze to clear water. Fercer turned toward the voodoo priests, who were bowing. "Azbane has granted us her gift, this mosquito..." Fercer said. The mosquito looked up at Fercer, Fercer looked down at her. "This mosquito... I sense... a great poison in her nose... yes, I get it." Fercer said. "Mosquito! Hear me, go to the queen of Lincoln city, bite her and your job will be done!" Fercer said. Fercer raised his hand and the mosquito flew off toward the direction of Lincoln city. "She will come... she will come." Fercer whispered.