Finally. The girl understood just who was actually locked away in this mat suit, finally. As Death watched the two walk back up the stairs, he couldn't help but feel hope. She said she would be back to free him somehow and he hoped that that was true. He desperately needed to get out of that cage, for starters. Once outside of the stupid cage, he could start working on finding that stupid magician's book and find a way out of this body. 

He leaned his head against the bars of the cage, closing his eyes as if trying to block out the sounds of the hundreds of thousands of people begging to be released from their torment, calling out for him continuously. It had never been this bad before. Even when the original magician trapped him all those centuries ago, he released him not long after. At least he understood that there had to be balance on the world but this new magician. Dammit he was an idiot! He was willing to let the whole world go to shit so he could get even a chance at immortality. It drove Death nuts! He couldn't even imagine the chaos the reapers were trying to handle on their own. They were probably running about like chickens with their heads cut off. 

Death sighed as the magician turned the lights off once more and left Death in the dark. He could only hope that what he gave the girl would kick start something, anything at this point. 

Meanwhile, back with the mortal girl, as she drew the circles on the ground, Death's magic crackled through her, deep Primordial magic that thrummed with the very essence of the world. When she released some of it into the circle, the lights in her apartment flickered and dimmed. Her protective circle flashed violently as Death's magic spread within the circle, crashing against the walls of the barrier. The world grew dark and quiet, as if the black magic that swirled within the protective circle was absorbing all the sounds and light from around it. There came a quiet hum from the magic, as if thousands of voices called out from within its abyss. Then the first reaper appeared within her apartment. 

A dark figure without a face stepped out from within the shadows. Its head swiveled back and forth as if searching for someone.Then a second reaper stepped out from the shadows, then a third. The reapers continued to come into her apartment, one by one, as if she had called them to her, each looking around as if confused by their surroundings or perhaps company. Soon, the room was jam packed with reapers and others began to spawn in the other rooms of her home and even out into the sidewalk and street around it. They said nothing, did nothing except look around. It wasn’t until the first reaper that had appeared stepped forward towards the circle that Kaia was in. Its face quivered and rippled, like a stone dropped into a puddle, before a face formed and familiar, calm eyes peered out at Kaia. A deceased relative’s face now stared at her, confusion creasing its brow. 

“You are not Death,” the reaper proclaimed with that familiar voice, “And yet you have our Lord’s magic.” There came a shuffling from all the reapers as if an uneasiness had settled upon them all. They all looked to her within her little circle, all featureless faces staring into her very soul. “If you have our Lord’s magic then you know where our Lord is. We require you to bring us to them so we may finally learn of our duties and retrieve the souls that have lingered for too long.” There came another shiver through the crowd. Some reapers shifted from one foot to the next rather uneasily, while others remained completely still. All, waiting for her answer. They needed to find their master and if they had to harvest her soul to do it, they wouldn’t hesitate. "We bid your assistance. Tell us now or we shall seek the truth from your soul."