“Jesus,” Lilith whispered, shaking her head, “that’s not right.”
Hastily, she crossed over to the desk, and lifted up another of the other cards.
“Hesperide,” she said dispending with the request, making sure that the summoning entity knew that what she spoke now was an order. “Hesperide, daughter of the evening.”
A second card flowered in light, this time displaying the shape of another girl, dressed in denim dungarees cut off high above the knee, and white Converse baseball boots, her long hair coarse like the wool of sheep, tied up in loose bunches.
Eirian shook their head in horror.
“No,” they whispered, “how is this possible? How are they doing this?”
“They’ve been doing this for a long time,” Sumire said grimly. “The little sisters weren’t my first card. They made that card for me as a prize when I won a competition.”
Eirian turned to look at her in confusion, not understanding what they were being told.