What Voodoo Do You Do?

I'm discovering that glossing over that whole epicenter of a magical vortex thing when I took this Lares job was a mistake. Looking back, that now seems like important information. Whoever said midlife was a time for reflection and relaxation clearly wasn't an ancient guardian deity. I'd just started to think I was getting a handle on this whole Lares thing, and then the earth decided to open up into a giant, fiery hole of evil nastiness. Talk about your hot flashes! Add in a deadly new ally, a magical weapon I'm pretty sure I'll never get the hang of, and being forced to play Where's the Voodoo Queen while trying to deal with everything else...well...let's just say that crepey skin is probably the least of my worries.