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On My 18th Birthday, I Found Out My Mother Is a Powerful African Voodoo Priestess

PART 10: THE ARCHITECT’S CHAMBER

(The Meeting Beyond Creation • Eclipse's Power Stabilizes • The Realms Panic • Final Night Begins)

The explosion from my transformation was so bright, so absolute, that for a moment...I thought I had died.

No sound.
No body.
No breath.
No thought.

Just void.

Then...A single sound broke the silence.

A heartbeat.

BOOM.
BOOM.
BOOM.

Not mine.

Something older.

Something bigger.

When my vision returned, I was no longer in the Realm of No Time.

I wasn’t in the Loa realms.
Not in the Shadow Court.
Not in the mortal world.

I stood in a place that shouldn’t exist.

THE ARCHITECT’S CHAMBER

It was vast, so vast the human mind wasn’t built to understand it.

The “floor” beneath me wasn’t a floor, more like a woven tapestry of spinning galaxies and geometric patterns.

Above me?
A sky made of fractals folding into themselves.
Behind me?
Space that stretched into infinity.

And in the center of this impossible chamber,
a single structure floated...
A sphere the size of a planet, made of:

runesstardustbonesequationsand swirling cosmic ink

Everything revolved around it.

Then I noticed something terrifying.

The sphere was cracking.

Slowly.
Painfully.
Like a world dying in slow motion.

And something enormous stirred behind it.

A voice rippled through eternity:

“ECLIPSE.”

I turned slowly.

And there it was....

The Architect.

Not a creature.
Not a god.
Not a shadow.

A colossal being made of shifting shapes, light, equations, and colors no human eye could name.
Its body changed form constantly...

One second a humanoid silhouette,
next a floating mandala,
next a storm of light and geometry.

But its eye stayed constant...

A massive, swirling galaxy staring directly at me.

The Architect lowered its shape so it loomed only a few miles above me.

Its voice was like a thousand vibrating temples:

“You do not belong.”

My throat tightened.

“You pulled me here… didn’t you?”

The Architect’s form shifted...rings spinning like halos.

“No.
Your transformation tore a fissure.
You fell into My chamber.”

I swallowed hard.

“Why is everything cracking? The sphere...what is that?”

A long silence.

Then:

“My Core.”

My stomach dropped.

“…your heart?”

“My purpose.”

I stared at the cracking sphere.

“What happens if your… Core breaks?”

The Architect’s eye dimmed, as if ashamed.

“All realms collapse.
Existence returns to void.”

A cold horror spread through my body.

“You mean all worlds die?”

“Yes.”

I took a step back.

“So Mawungu was right. Creation is dying.”

The Architect shifted into a swirling diamond shape.

“Mawungu consumes.
I contain.
The realms remain stable only when I remain stable.”

I frowned.

“Then why are YOU breaking?”

“Because you exist.”

The room tilted.

“What?!”

The Architect’s body rippled with instability.

“The Eclipse is the only force that can rewrite creation.
Your birth conflicted with My design.”

My voice cracked.

“So I’m killing you?”

“Your power disrupts My Core.
Your choices fracture My laws.”

I shook my head violently.

“No. No, that’s not fair...I didn’t ask to be born this way!”

The Architect responded with terrifying calm:

“Yet you were.
And because of that…
one of us must be erased.”

My blood froze.

“…what?”

“Only one Creator can remain.”

I felt sick.

“I’m not a creator!”

The Architect lowered itself.

“You are becoming one.”

I shook my head.

“No.
No, I’m not here to replace you.
I didn’t want any of this.”

A deep silence.

Then:

“Want does not matter.
Purpose does.”

My fists clenched.

“This isn’t fair!”

The Architect’s eye glowed brighter.

“Fairness is not relevant to creation.”

The sphere, the Core, cracked louder, echoing like splitting worlds.

The Architect continued:

“When the Final Night ends,
either you will destroy Me…
or I will destroy you.”

My heart stopped.

“There HAS TO be another way!”

A long silence.

Finally, “…Perhaps.”

I froze.

“You mean… there IS another path?”

The Architect tilted its shifting form.

“All Eclipses die before the choice.
None reached this chamber.”

My voice trembled.

“So I’m the first.”

“Yes.”

Another crack, another quake through the chamber.

The Architect spoke:

“The realms crumble faster now.
Death spreads.”

I felt something then, like a thousand screams carried through the void.

The mortal world.
The Loa realm.
The Shadow Court.
The ancestor realm.
Even the Orisha’s domain.

They were all trembling.
All destabilizing.

Because of me.

Tears burned my eyes.

“What do I do?”

The Architect’s voice softened for the first time.

“Survive.”

I frowned.

“…survive what?”

“Final Night has begun.”

THE REALMS REACT

Far below creation:

THE LOA REALM

Oshun clutched her chest as golden rivers turned black around her.

“She’s with the Architect,” she whispered.
“She’s facing it alone.”

Shango slammed his axe.

“We must breach the Creator’s chamber!”

Ayizan shook her head.

“No being has ever entered it and lived.”

My mother cried out:

“That’s my baby in there!”

Ayizan touched her shoulder.

“And only she can decide the fate of existence.”

THE SHADOW COURT

My father watched the sky tear open like old cloth.

His shadows hissed in fear.

He smiled.

“Good.
Let the Architect tremble.
My daughter rises.”

MAWUNGU

In the cosmic void, Mawungu froze, sniffing the air like a predator sensing weakness.

His voice rumbled:

“She faces the Architect…”

He smiled wickedly.

“…and neither will survive.”

THE DRAMATIC ENDING — THE FIRST SIGN OF FINAL NIGHT

Back in the Architect’s chamber,
the Core split open entirely.

A shockwave blasted outward, shattering galaxies, earing through the void, reaching every realm....I fell to my knees.

A line of glowing symbols appeared in the air before me,
burning themselves into reality:

FINAL NIGHT: PHASE ONE ...RELEASE

The Architect spoke one last time:

“Eclipse… The end has begun.”

The Core exploded.

The chamber went white.

And I screamed, as creation trembled.

TO BE CONTINUED

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11/29/2025

PART 6 — “THE FALL INTO THE VOID”

(The Ancient Enemy • The First Cosmic Trial • The True War Begins)

White light spun around me like a tornado. I had no body—only motion, rushing downward, like I was falling through layers of reality.

I heard voices behind me… fading…

Oshun: “Catch her!”
Shango: “She cannot fall between realms!”
Ayizan: “The creature...NO...close the gate!”
My Father: “Daughter...!”

But they all dissolved as the void swallowed me whole.

Everything went silent.

Then, I hit ground. Hard.

My eyes snapped open.

THE SHADOW REALM

I found myself standing in a place that didn’t make sense.

The sky wasn’t a sky.
It was swirling black smoke with veins of red lightning running through it like cracking glass.

The ground wasn’t dirt.
It pulsed, like skin over a giant sleeping heartbeat.

Structures twisted from bones and shadows.
Faces moved inside walls like trapped souls.
The air tasted metallic, like blood and cold iron.

I had fallen into…

The Shadow Realm.
The home of the Court.
My father’s domain.

And the creature… somewhere behind it all.

I tried to move, but the realm tugged at my ankles like it recognized me, like it was CLAIMING me.

Not attacking.

Claiming.

Whispers rose from the ground:

“Eclipse…”
“Our Queen…”
“Return…”

I backed away.

“No. I don’t belong here.”

The shadows laughed, whispery and cruel.

“Then why did the Void send you to US?”

THE ANCIENT ENEMY REVEALED

A rumbling shook the realm, and the red lightning froze mid-flash. The walls trembled. Shadows hissed and fled like roaches scattering under a light.

That creature…
The one with stone skin and runes…

It stepped out of the darkness ahead, each footstep sinking the ground several feet. The air bent around it, warping, ripping.

Its eyes burned through me.

“You were meant to die at the Council,” it growled. “But the Shadow Realm has saved you… for now.”

My fists clenched.
“Who are you?”

Its body cracked open, light leaking from the seams.

“I am Mawungu,” it thundered, “the First Unmaker. The Devourer of Realms.”

My stomach dropped.

I’d heard the name before.
In one of my mother’s old stories…
the ones she was afraid to finish.

She always whispered:

“Some beings are so ancient, even the Loa fear their shadows.”

Mawungu spread its arms wide.

“When your parents broke the forbidden barrier between Shadow and Loa… the veil weakened. I awoke.”

Realization hit me like a punch.

“This war… it wasn’t because of me.”

Mawungu laughed.

“No, Eclipse. You did not cause the war.”

He leaned closer.

“You are the ONLY thing that can end it… which is why you must die.”

YOUR FIRST COSMIC TEST

He swung his colossal hand toward me, but something rose inside me before I could think.

White light burst from my body, forming a circular shield of swirling sigils, gold, black, and white combined.

Mawungu’s strike hit it... BOOOOM!

The entire realm shook.
Shadows split.
Ground cracked.
The sky screamed.

I gasped.

I had blocked the hit.

Mawungu looked… surprised.

Then hungry.

“You wield Eclipse energy… raw, untrained, unstable. Excellent. Chaos tastes sweeter.”

He swung again.

This time I threw my hands up and instead of a shield…A BLAST erupted from my palms.

Not light.
Not shadow.
Not fire.

A ripple.

A judgement wave.

It hit his chest and the runes on his body flickered like dying stars.

He stumbled back a step, roaring.

“You dare use judgment against ME?!”

I stared at my own hands.

“I didn’t use anything.
It used itself.”

THE TRUE ENEMY

Mawungu’s voice became a low growl.

“Loa. Orisha. Shadow Court. Ancestors. Mortals. Spirits. All of you are meaningless.
The real power is the VOID behind creation.”

“Behind creation?” I repeated.

He nodded.

“I existed before your gods had names. Before the Loa had purpose. Before the Shadow Court had form.”

Thunder shook the sky above us.

“I am the hunger of nothingness.
And you” he pointed a claw at me
“are the only force that can rival me.”

Chills rolled down my spine.

“So YOU broke the Realms,” I whispered.

Mawungu smiled.

“I break everything. That is my nature.”

A pause.

“But YOU, Eclipse…
you can rewrite the laws I destroy.”

He raised both arms.

“That is why you must die.
Because if you live my end begins.”

THE RESCUE

Before he could attack again, a spear of pure thunder ripped down from above.

KRAKOOM!

It pierced Mawungu’s shoulder, spraying black cosmic energy everywhere.

Mawungu screamed.

The sky split open.

Shango descended like a meteor—eyes blazing, axe crackling with stormfire.

Behind him, Oshun emerged on a wave of liquid gold, her beauty sharp as a blade.

My mother appeared last, breathing hard, machete glowing red-hot.

Shango roared:

“AWAY FROM THE CHILD!”

Mawungu staggered back.

Oshun pulled me close, her voice trembling.

“Child… the ancient enemy has awakened. And he is not after realms.”

She touched my glowing hands.

“He is after YOU.”

My mother whispered:

“He wants the Eclipse erased before your power fully opens.”

Mawungu snarled:

“She is the only threat to cosmic balance. The only being capable of undoing my void.”

Shango lifted his axe.

“Then she will face her destiny, not her death.”

Mawungu pointed at me again.

“Eclipse…
if you survive long enough to awaken your full nature, I will face extinction.”

He smirked.

“So I will not let you survive.”

The ground cracked beneath him.

A black portal, older than time, opened at his feet.

He sank into it.

But before he vanished completely, he said:

“Your destiny begins now.
And so does the end of everything you love.”

The portal snapped shut.

Silence fell over the Shadow Realm.

I felt Oshun and my mother gripping me tightly.
Shango stood guard, scanning the darkness.

Then Shango said quietly:

“We must leave. Now. Before he returns.”

I looked around the Shadow Realm one last time.

It pulsed under my feet, whispering:

“Queen…”
“Return…”
“Rule…”

I shook my head.

“No. I don’t rule this place.”

Oshun’s voice was soft.

“Child… one day you might have to.”

The realm began collapsing behind us.

Shango opened a lightning gateway.

Oshun pulled me through.

And as the portal closed—
as the Shadow Realm cracked apart—
as Mawungu’s roar echoed from somewhere far beyond the void—

I realized something terrifying:

Mawungu didn’t want to destroy the Loa.
Or the Shadow Court.
Or the Orisha.

He wanted to destroy creation itself.

And the only thing standing in his way...was me.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Part 7 coming November 30th

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11/28/2025

PART 5: THE COUNCIL OF REALMS

(The Eclipse Arrives • Secrets Revealed • A New Threat Awakens)

The moment the white light swallowed me, my body stopped feeling like a body.

No weight.
No breath.
No heartbeat.

Just motion.

I wasn’t falling or flying.
I was being pulled...as if reality itself had decided I belonged somewhere else.

Whispers circled me:

“Eclipse…”
“Judge…”
“Balance…”

Then suddenly my feet hit solid ground.

Not earth.
Not wood.
Something ancient and alive.

The white light faded, revealing a massive circular arena floating in endless darkness.
No sky.
No stars.
Just a void.

But around the arena stood beings... tall, glowing, powerful... each radiating a different kind of divine energy.

Some were Orisha.
Some were Loa.
Some were ancestors.
Some… things I didn’t have a name for.

All staring at me.

A booming voice spoke:

“THE ECLIPSE HAS COME.”

I swallowed hard.
My legs shook.
But something inside me, something older than fear, kept me standing tall.

In the center of the ring, Shango and Oshun appeared in flashes of lightning and golden water.
My mother materialized behind them, eyes wide with worry.

Oshun stepped forward.

“Child, do not fear. This is the Council of Realms, a gathering that has not been called in five hundred years.”

Shango added, “The truce has been broken. The Shadow Court violated their oath by entering the mortal plane.”

Then a deep, cold voice echoed:

“With the help of the Eclipse.”

I turned toward the speaker…

My father.

Standing at the far edge of the arena, surrounded by dark mist.
Shadow Court symbols crawled over his skin like living tattoos.
But his eyes…
they were locked on me.

A hiss spread across the gathering as the divine and ancestral beings recoiled from his presence.

I clenched my fists.

“I didn’t help them. I fought them.”

My father smirked.

“You awakened because of me. You broke the boundaries. You tore the veil. Whether you admit it or not… you started the war.”

Shango thundered, “Silence, shadow!”

Oshun placed a calming hand on my shoulder.

“You are not to blame, child. Your birth was written in the stars. The Shadow Court has twisted destiny for too long.”

My father laughed, dark, bitter, dangerous.

“Destiny? Don’t speak of destiny to the Eclipse. She was created for judgment. For destruction. For rewriting everything you cling to.”

The council murmured in shock.

Created?
Not born?

A Elder Loa stepped forward—tall, glowing with ancestral light.

He spoke slowly:

“You are not just a bridge between shadow and spirit.
You are a weapon forged by prophecy.”

My breath caught.

“What do you mean I was forged?”

The Elder’s eyes were sorrowful.

“The Eclipse is not purely born. She is shaped. Crafted from a union not meant to exist… A union that caused the first fracture between our realms.”

My stomach twisted.

“You’re saying… I’m the reason the realms started falling apart?”

“No,” Oshun said firmly. “You are the reason they may be healed.”

My father countered with a snarl.

“She is the reason we will take back what was stolen!”

Shango slammed his axe into the ground.

“ENOUGH!”

Lightning burst upward, silencing everyone.

Shango pointed at me.

“The Eclipse must learn her nature. Her duties. Her consequences.”

A circle of light formed under my feet,...half gold, half black,
its edges shimmering with white fire.

The Elder spoke again.

“Child, you must now face the truth of your creation.”

Then the arena darkened.

A ripple of ancient energy spread across the air.

A doorway opened behind the council.
A doorway carved in bone and burning symbols.

From it, a figure emerged...Towering.
Cloaked.
Eyes like twin galaxies, one gold, one black.

Oshun bowed instantly.
Shango dropped to one knee.
Even my father stiffened.

My mother whispered:

“Ayizan… First Mambo. Keeper of Secrets.”

Ayizan’s voice echoed like three voices speaking at once.

“Eclipse, step forward.”

My heart hammered.

I obeyed.

She raised a hand.
White fire spiraled from her palm, swirling in front of me.

The flames formed a story.

A story of me.

THE SECRET OF YOUR CREATION

Ayizan spoke as the fire moved:

“Long ago, before your birth, the realms were in perfect balance. But the Shadow Court sought dominance and waged war against the Loa.”

The fire showed shadow-creatures spreading across worlds, devouring spirits.

“Peace was restored, barely. And a prophecy was carved into the bones of reality:
A child of shadow and spirit would one day be born.
A child who could judge both sides.
A child who could end the cycle.”

The shadows shifted, forming two figures:

A Loa-born woman, my mother.
A Shadow Court being, my father.

Their energies clashed like storms.

Ayizan continued:

“This union was forbidden.
Dangerous.
Impossible.”

She pointed at me.

“And yet… here you stand.”

My father laughed cruelly.

“Forbidden, yes. Impossible? Only for the weak.”

My mother glared at him.

“You tricked me. You hid who you were.”

“And you,” he shot back, “hid her from me for eighteen years.”

Ayizan silenced them both with a gesture.

“The Eclipse is the only being powerful enough to break the cycle of war. But she is also powerful enough to destroy all realms.”

The fire shifted into an image of me, older, standing in a field of ruins, both Loa and Shadow Court lying shattered around me.

My stomach dropped.

Oshun whispered, “This vision is only one possibility. But it is real.”

Shango added, “Your next decision will determine which path becomes truth.”

The fire went dark.

The arena went silent.

Ayizan pointed to me again.

“Eclipse. You now stand at the crossroads.”

My father smiled.

Shango scowled.

Oshun held her breath.

My mother whispered a prayer.

Ayizan extended two hands.

One burned gold.
One burned black.

“Will you accept the role of Judge…
or reject your destiny and unleash chaos?”

The arena leaned forward.
My father’s eyes gleamed.
Oshun trembled.
Shango braced.

I felt energy rising in my body, white-hot, volcanic, unstoppable.
The sigils beneath my feet spun wildly.

Then...

THE DRAMATIC ENDING

A loud crack ripped across the void.
The arena shook violently.
Lights shattered.
Shadows screamed.
Divine beings recoiled.

Something was arriving.

Something OLD.

Something that didn’t belong to Loa…
or Orisha…
or Shadow Court.

Ayizan’s face hardened.

“No… it cannot be, ”

The darkness behind my father split open.

A monstrous hand tore through the void,...

Three times the size of any being present.
Skin like black stone.
Runes burning across its knuckles.
Eyes glowing from inside a crackling skull.

My father stared in disbelief.

“That’s impossible...”

The creature roared, shaking the entire realm.

Ayizan shouted:

“THE REALMS HAVE BEEN BREACHED!”

Oshun pulled me back.

Shango leapt forward with fire in his eyes.

My father looked at me, fear finally breaking through his arrogance.

“The Eclipse didn’t awaken the war…” he whispered.

“…something far worse did.”

The creature pointed at me...

its voice thunderous, ancient, cosmic:

“THE ECLIPSE MUST FALL.”

The arena exploded into chaos.

I was knocked backward into the void, screaming, as everything went white again.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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11/27/2025

PART 4: The War That Was Never Supposed to Happen

Loa vs. Shadow Court • Eclipse Hidden Ability • Oshun Ascends

The moment I declared,

“I am the bridge between realms,”

the entire house reacted like it had been waiting centuries to hear those words.

The floor glowed with ancient sigils, half golden, half ink-black, shifting, merging, clashing like two worlds fighting for space. My father’s eyes widened, and for the first time…

he looked afraid.

Not of me.
But of what I represented.

Oshun stepped forward, golden skirts moving like liquid sunlight.

“This child carries a prophecy the Shadow Court denied existed.”

My father hissed, “That prophecy was buried for a reason.”

Oshun didn’t blink.
“Buried, yes. Forgotten? Never.”

I swallowed hard.
“What prophecy?”

Neither of them answered.

Instead—
The house split down the middle.

Literally.

A jagged crack ripped across the floor, glowing with white-hot light. On one side, shadows rose like smoke-filled tornadoes. On the other, ancestor spirits formed in glowing silhouettes, warriors, healers, dancers, all chanting in rhythm with Oshun’s energy.

The war wasn’t coming.

It was here.

The Hidden Ability Awakens

My father extended his hand again, but this time it wasn’t to lure me.

It was to command me.

“Daughter… obey.”

His voice hit me like a wave, dark, hypnotic, coiling around my mind like a serpent.

I felt myself slipping…
falling inward…
drowning in shadow.

My mother screamed my name.
Oshun pressed her palm to my back.

But neither of them broke the trance.

Only I could.

Deep inside me, something ancient snapped awake,
not light,
not darkness,
but a third force:

Equalizer energy.

It surged upward, burning through the trance like fire through rope.

My eyes flashed...one gold, one red, then turned white-hot, glowing like the center of a star.

My father stumbled backward.

Oshun exhaled sharply. “So it’s true…”

The shadows bent toward me.

The Loa lights bowed.

Even the house leaned forward in silence.

“What… was that?” I whispered, shaking.

Oshun answered, “Child, you are not merely a bridge. You are a Judge.”

My father snarled, “No, she is the Eclipse. My heir!”

The word echoed:

Eclipse.

A being neither Loa nor Shadow Court.
Both.
And neither.

A walking balance of contradictions.

A force capable of ending realms, or saving them.

I could feel it now…
that energy pulsing in my bones like dual heartbeats.

The War Ignites

The Shadow Court surged first, giant shadow-creatures clawing their way through my broken doorway, their bodies twisting like smoke and bones intertwined.

Oshun lifted both hands and a river of golden water exploded outward, slicing through the shadows like sunlight through fog.

Ancestor spirits rose behind her, beating invisible drums that made the air vibrate.

My mother chanted an old hymn...her voice steady, strong and every word became a weapon.

But the shadows kept coming.

My father remained calm, standing in the center of the chaos.

“This is nothing,” he said. “A taste. The Court wants the girl alive.”

Oshun countered, “She is not yours to claim.”

“Then who will stop me?” he challenged.

Lightning cracked inside the house...REAL lightning and slammed into the Shadow Court army. Bodies of smoke split and reformed.

Someone was coming.

A heavy, storm- presence pushed through the doorway.

Shango.

The Orisha of thunder, fire, masculine power, and divine justice.
His eyes blazed like coals smoldering in a hurricane.

He pointed his double-headed axe at my father.

“You brought war to this realm. For that, the skies themselves demand judgement.”

Thunder rolled across the block.
Streetlights exploded.
Car alarms blared.

Even the shadows paused.

My father smirked.

“Justice is meaningless when the Eclipse stands with me.”

“I do NOT stand with you!” I shouted.

My father’s smile disappeared.

Shango turned to me, his presence like the weight of a planet, but strangely comforting.

“Child,” he said, “your power is the deciding force. Your choice determines who wins this war.”

My heart pounded.

Shango continued, “You carry the power to destroy the Shadow Court… or the Loa… or both.”

Oshun touched my shoulder gently.

“You must choose what you fight for. Not who.”

My father stepped closer, shadows swirling at his feet.

“You are my blood. You are destined for the throne of the Shadow Court.”

I lifted my hand, and the air itself shuddered.

“No. I’m destined for truth.”

The entire house froze.
Silence.
Stillness.

Even Shango looked stunned.

Your True Title

My father spoke slowly, voice trembling with something I had never heard before—respect.

“Then say it, Daughter. Claim what you are.”

The prophecy inside me, buried, sleeping, rose to the surface.

My voice deepened, layered with ancient tones not from this world.

“I am the Eclipse.
The bridge, the judge, and the breaker of cycles.
Where I stand
war ends.”

A shockwave blasted through the house.
All shadows disintegrated.
All ancestor spirits glowed brighter.
Oshun bowed her head.
Shango lowered his axe.

My father stared at me with a mixture of pride… and terror.

“This changes everything,” he whispered.

11/24/2025

PART 3: The Father’s Offer

War Between the Loa🪖⚠️The Shadow Court 🎇🎆 And an Orisha Enters the Story

The moment he stepped through the door, tall, dark, glowing like a walking eclipse, the whole house reacted. The walls vibrated. The candle flames bent toward him like they recognized their ruler.

My father wasn’t human.
He wasn’t even close.

He walked in like he owned the ground beneath our feet.

“Move one more step,” my mother warned, gripping the machete, “and I’ll banish you back to the shadows where you came from.”

“Please,” he smirked, “you know you can’t.”

His eyes cut over to me, slow, deliberate, claiming.

“You awakened your other half tonight,” he said. “You felt it. Don’t lie to yourself.”

I clenched my fists. I had felt it...powerful, ancient, too big for my body. It scared me… but it also felt like something that had been sleeping inside me my whole life.

“What do you want from me?” I asked.

He smiled.

“Everything.”

The floorboards cracked beneath him as he stepped closer.
Not from weight...but from energy.

“I want you by my side,” he said. “You were born for war, daughter. My war. The Shadow Court rises again, and with you, we can overthrow the Loa and reclaim the realms.”

My mother hissed through her teeth.
“You will NEVER have her.”

He ignored her.

“You are more than just a child of Vodun,” he continued. “You are half-shadow, half-spirit...royalty to both worlds. You belong with me.”

My heart pounded.

“Why now?” I asked.

His smile faded into something darker.
“The Loa know what you are. They’re coming.”

As if on cue, the lights blew out...POP...plunging the house into pitch-black.

The air thickened.
The temperature dropped again.
Something whispered behind me.

Not shadow.
Not human.
Something divine.

Then a warm golden glow filled the room, like the sun rising in my chest.

A tall feminine figure materialized behind me, dark skin shining, wearing yellow and gold, radiating beauty and power. Bracelets jingled. Her hair flowed like honeyed river water. Her presence made the shadows shrink back instantly.

My mother gasped.
“Oshun…”

My father stepped away from the light, snarling.

“You’re interfering.”

Oshun’s voice was soft but carried weight like thunder wrapped in silk.

“This child will NOT be taken by darkness. She is marked by sweetness and destiny.”

My father growled, “She is mine.”

“She is NO ONE’S,” Oshun declared, eyes glowing like molten gold. “She chooses her path.”

The house started shaking...violently...as two forces collided:
Shadow Court energy clashing with Loa light.

The windows shattered.
The wind screamed.
Shadows crawled up the walls.
Golden water spiraled in the air like liquid shields.

Behind my father, more shadows rose, dozens, maybe hundreds, forming an army.

Behind Oshun, a surge of spiritual power erupted, drums beating from nowhere, ancestors chanting, the floor lighting up like a sacred map.

My father stretched his hand to me.
“Come, daughter! Rule with me! The Shadow Court bows to you!”

Oshun extended her hand too.
“Come to the light, child. Let sweetness cleanse the war inside you.”

Both calling me.
Both claiming I belonged with them.

But then...A third voice whispered from inside me.

Not Loa...
Not Shadow Court.
Something in-between...
Something that didn’t follow anyone’s rules.

My power.

My birthright.

My own spirit.

My eyes burned bright, one gold like my mother’s lineage, one red like the shadow in my veins. Ancient symbols flickered on my skin, shifting between light and darkness.

The room froze.

Even Oshun paused.

Even my father took one step back.

Because something new was awakening, something neither side predicted.

I lifted my chin.

“I’m not choosing either of you,” I said, voice echoing with layered tones, my voice, plus something older. “I’m not your weapon… I’m your balance.”

My father frowned.
Oshun tilted her head.
My mother’s eyes widened in fear and pride.

I stepped forward, and the ground lit up beneath my feet.

“The war ends with me,” I declared.
“I am the bridge between realms.
And I will not be controlled.”

The shadows roared.
The Loa lights flared.
Oshun smiled slowly, almost knowingly.

My father’s eyes narrowed.

“This… changes everything,” he whispered.

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