Alastor was trying hard to find spells that truly worked. This one did, after so many wasted bodies and materials, he finally did it once again. Except just like last time, it wasn't anything like he wanted. He stared at the little clown in the middle of the blood-drawn circle, his eye twitching. "Hello.. Lucifer." He greeted with a sigh, reaching out to grab his arm and take him upstairs out of the basement. He definitely assumed it was the same Lucifer, that he managed to teleport from the upstairs bedroom back into the basement. Of course that wasn't the case, because of course Alastor would get stuck with two copies of the same person that he practically hated.