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You have to want it.

You have to want to put your magic right.

I don't know how.

Start with what's in here.

I know loss.

I know what it's like to fight your way back to yourself.

Richter reminded me of what I'm a part of.

What brings my magic to life.

I'm not part of anything anymore.

We're family.

Even if you don't carry the Belmont name.

- Maria. - Wait.

Robespierre called for all citizens to join battalions in their neighborhoods.

Legions of volunteers are taking positions around the city.

Do you think they're ready for what's coming?

An impassioned speech can make even the weakest man believe he's brave.

So, I know things didn't work out at the Louvre,

but maybe all isn't lost.

I have a plan, and I think it's going to work.

If we work together.

This will do.

My soul might be away from my body for a while.

Just in case.

Cecile always warns that our souls mustn't get lost in the spirit world.

What happens if they do?

I will never wake up.

We'll both be here.

Don't be afraid.

Maybe it'll help you find your way back.

Papa Legba.

Papa Legba.

Papa Legba.

Papa Legba.

Papa Legba.

Annette?

Can you hear me?

I'll be here.

Remember, I'm here.

Your ancestral home is a vast landscape.

Where are all the spirits?

They are here.

Listen to the wind.

The rustling leaves.

The flowing waters.

Look beyond what your eyes think they can see.

The specks of light are souls.

I see them.

They have been waiting for you.

I've seen her take down night creatures and vampires in one move.

She can handle herself.

But the spirit world is a different battlefield.

You want to go after her?

- Do you think there's a way I could? - No.

You weren't born worshiping her gods or using their powers.

You'd just probably get in her way.

I'm not as useless as you think I am.

I never said "useless."

Sometimes careless.

Oh, excuse me for not having 300 years to perfect the art of war.

What?

Nine generations later, and sarcasm still runs in the Belmont blood.

Trevor would be proud.

I don't need some distant relative's pride.

My mother would be happy with who I am.

Your mother and I never met.

But when you've lived as long as I have, you start to understand.

We're all part of the same story somehow.

And these connections

run very deep.

♪ In the night ♪

♪ Your mother's Iwa ♪

♪ Is unchained ♪

My sweet baby girl.

I miss you, Mom.

Why don't you come to me like the others do?

Because I left you with everything that you need.

Look at the woman warrior you are becoming.

Go to Ogun, deep in the forest.

He has lived long before us.

He's seen the creation of Earth and other spiritual realms.

He will guide you to Sekhmet.

Aren't you coming?

I have been blessed to be your teacher for three years.

But you are called to a higher mission that requires a god's wisdom.

I'm fighting a vampire with the souls of a god.

I don't know if I can win.

Erzsebet is already winning if you doubt your power.

Rest.

I'll take the first night's watch.

I'm fine.

You can't keep your promise to protect her if you're too tired to fight.

I'll watch over you both until morning.

Night and day are much the same to me,

thanks to my lineage.

Would you change it if you could?

Being Dracula's son.

Everything is connected, Richter.

I can't remove one name from my story without erasing others.

Like your mother?

When I was traveling in Japan,

I learned that family is not only made by blood.

Ancestors and their offspring are linked together by a shared bond.

For centuries, I've been fighting to save humanity

with a Belmont by my side.

Isn't that a family too?

When the orishas made their first journey to Earth,

their path was obstructed by dense shrubbery.

But I had a machete.

From that point on,

I became known as the Remover of Obstacles.

Iron, my material.

The machete, my symbol.

Your father built an altar to me,

and Vaublanc killed him for it.

So your mother sang oríkì in secret.

Your lullaby is a praise poem.

Erzsebet has the ka and ba of Sekhmet.

Old gods everywhere are being forgotten

or misused by worshipers...

By priestesses, by vampires.

Corrupted souls are causing chaos across the realms.

Does a third soul exist? Is that true?

It is called the akh.

The Egyptians believe it to be the good soul.

A vital force. A radiant light.

I've only seen Sekhmet's bloodthirsty destruction.

But she is also the goddess of healing.

She was a just ruler when she was in the human world.

Hmm. I made this for you.

Good souls that balance on the scales of justice

are sent to their resting place in the land of the dead.

Duat. That's where you must go.

Can you take me there?

Hmm.

Gods do not cross into one another's realm.

Bow your head.

A god's blessing.

Sing the new oríkì on your journey.

It will fortify your courage.

When the river of night turns to liquid fire,

you will be close to Sekhmet.

She's been doing that for hours.

Why didn't you wake me?

What were you going to do?

You should tell her.

Tell her what?

I'm pretty sure she loves you too.

Oh. Did she... say something?

Yes. Yes, she confessed it

when we were braiding each other's hair and talking about you.

Funny.

She laughs at your jokes.

She debates your ideas.

She understands what you have lost.

You should tell her.

Preferably before you get old.

What are the chances we'll live that long?

You must have been in love.

Over all that time.

Countless times.

Show her who you are beyond the Belmont bravado.

You said you'd be here.

Make her feel it's true.

That she can always come back to you.

Is this the mission you envisioned for your army, captain?

Goddess.

Return.

Stronger than ever before.

I'm here.

I'm here. You can do this.

I know why the scales are out of balance.

Your high priestess, Drolta, has betrayed you.

She desecrated your tomb and mummy.

Fed your ba and ka to a murderous vampire.

She plans to use your power to bring an eternal eclipse.

Then the devourer of souls will drag me into the liquid fire

as punishment for the chaos in your world.

Please.

I-- I need your help.

You used to live among us, didn't you?

Until humanity found ways to betray their gods

as much as they do each other.

Don't you want to reunite your souls?

Balance the scales? Go back to being at peace?

I am no safer with you than I am down here with that.

Aren't you?

My soul will need a worthy vessel.

Annette?

Annette, you've come back.

Did you find it?

Did you find Sekhmet's third soul?

Annette?

Where is she?

Where is this Erzsebet?