Hatian: Voodoo Tales

Understanding the loa

Narrator: The bell on the door jingles as a young woman, clad in a stylish business suit, enters the dimly lit voodoo shop. Her eyes dart around, taking in the various strange and esoteric objects that adorn the walls and shelves. A faint scent of incense fills the air, making her feel both intrigued and slightly uneasy.

Haitan: "Welcome to my shop," Haitan says, his voice smooth and calm, "What brings you here today?"

Customer: The young woman hesitates for a moment, glancing back over her shoulder before speaking. "I'm... here for some help, actually. There's someone in my life who's been causing me a lot of trouble, and I was hoping you might have a spell that could help." Her voice is shaky, revealing her anxiety and desperation.

Haitan: "Of course," Haitan replies, his expression sympathetic. "Please, have a seat." He gestures to an ornate wooden chair in the corner of the shop. As the woman sits down, he carefully studies her face, trying to discern the nature of her problem. "What sort of trouble has this person been causing you?" he asks, his voice low and measured.

Customer: The young woman takes a deep breath, her shoulders slumping slightly. "It's... complicated," she says, looking down at her hands. "They're very charismatic and persuasive, and they seem to have everyone around me under their spell. I just want to be left alone." There's a pleading note in her voice as she looks back up at Haitan.

Haitan: "I see," Haitan says, nodding understandingly. "A case of emotional manipulation, it seems. Well, you've come to the right place. I have a powerful spell that can help break free from such a situation. It requires some personal items belonging to the person in question, as well as your consent to perform a small ritual." He pauses, waiting for her reaction before continuing.

Customer: The woman's eyes widen with hope. "Really? You can help me?" She reaches into her briefcase, withdrawing a small hair clip and a used tissue. "I have these things of theirs. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make them leave me alone." Her voice is shaky, but determined.

Haitan: Haitan takes the items carefully, inspecting them before nodding. "Yes, these will be more than enough. Now, the ritual I have in mind requires you to stand before a mirror and repeat after me. Are you ready for that?" He asks, preparing himself for the spell.

Customer: The woman nods, her breath catching in her throat. "Yes, I'm ready." Her heart is pounding, but she steels herself, determined to see this through.

Narrator: Haitan begins to chant in a language she doesn't understand, his voice low and powerful. As he speaks, he sprinkles a pinch of powder onto the items she's given him, creating a thin, white smoke that curls upwards. In the background, the shop's only window flickers with a dim, red light, casting eerie shadows across the room.

Haitan: Haitan calls upon legba, the loa of crossroads and communication, for assistance in this task. He whispers a few more words, his voice growing louder and more commanding, before gesturing for the woman to approach the mirror. "Now, I want you to look into the mirror and repeat after me," he says, his voice deep and resonant. "As I speak these words, so shall it be."

Haitan: "Spirit of Legba, guide me in this rite,

Customer: The woman listens to Haitan's words, feeling a mixture of fear and determination. When he gestures to the mirror, she steps forward, her reflection staring back at her. She takes a deep breath and repeats after him. "Spirit of Legba, guide me in this rite,

Haitan: With the woman's voice still echoing in the room, Haitan focuses all of his energy on the mirror, calling upon the spirit of Legba once more. He chants in the ancient tongue, weaving a complex spell that seeks to sever the emotional connection between the woman and her tormentor. As he chants, the mirror begins to glow with an unearthly light, casting strange shapes and shadows across the room.