—In the Jungle—
"Trust me if you hadn't come back by now, I would have sent someone to get you back." Malika-e-Jahan snapped angrily at the shabby looking woman. "Do Something fast. I cannot take it anymore. My son is not the same submissive, controllable, little boy anymore. I used to rule on his behalf. But now, he is totally out of hand. That girl is playing with Fire."
"What exactly do you want me to do?" The woman asked, offering ingredients to the Fire.
"What do you mean by what? The same thing that you have done a few times before."
"Hmm. But you do know the things I would require right. It's high-class magic. It will not be done by a nail or a hair. It will require the pure blood of that person."
"Here it is." Malika-e-Jahan said, offering a bloodied cutout from Amrit and Sult
