"Question is what level of emotional connection. Lovers, friends, that guy that I talked to that time on the message board?" Ruby looked down at the writing, trying to work out how this could possibly work. "Is the blood the vital thing, or is it the connection powered through it, not everyone has a lot of friends, not everyone has someone willing to risk hell for them."
She was less worried about people working together. Place like this, times like this, people pulled through and were capable of amazing things. But she was worried all the same.
"Blood magic is stronger than most so maybe the physical shedding of some will be enough to make the link, make them talk about the person, what they know of them, why we're calling them back, summon them back from the cage. Or at least light them up for someone to find. Make a snatch and grab an easier ask. While somehow keeping Lucifer and Michael back. Do you have a plan for stopping two archangels that are probably holding on to quite the grudge."
It would work though. It had to work, it was a good plan, vastly more solid than, 'well there's this magical secret door only two beings in all of creation and god himself knew about'.
It was something concrete, something tangible and written. Ruby had always been fond of the written after all.