Demas_Richardson

ZION
He woke in a broken world, carrying the soul of another… and the memories of gods long forgotten.

The tribe is scattered. The warriors are dead. But as Zion rises in a new body, ancient spirits stir—and a lost people begin to believe again.

They don’t know who he is.
They don’t know what he carries.
But the gods are watching… and so is the enemy

BATTLE GROUND OF THE Gods

The battlefield had shifted into a shadowed wasteland, where the stench of decay hung heavy in the air. The sky churned with a sickly green hue, casting eerie light over the broken ground littered with shattered bones and shattered souls.

Amidst the ruin, Baron Samedi, god of death and the dead, stood with his cane planted firmly, eyes gleaming beneath his signature top hat.

Opposite him, Ashami, the Mother of Teeth, slithered forth — a grotesque, serpentine beast wreathed in gnashing fangs, her many jaws snapping hungrily, ready to devour life and hope alike.

Baron Samedi's voice was calm but carried the weight of the grave as he whispered, "Your hunger will not claim what already belongs to me."

Ashami hissed, her many mouths snapping in defiance, and lunged forward, fangs bared.

Baron Samedi danced lightly, avoiding the vicious strikes with unnatural grace. Each step left behind a faint trail of spectral mist, ghosts whispering in his wake.

Ashami struck again and again, her jaws attempting to bite into the god of death, but her teeth met only shadows and illusions.

Baron Samedi countered with swift strikes of his cane, each blow calling forth spirits to bind and weaken the beast.

With a flourish, he summoned the Veil of Shadows, cloaking himself in deathly mist that sapped Ashami's strength.

Ashami's assault slowed as the spirits trapped her in chains of ethereal bone, her many teeth clattering in frustration.

Baron Samedi's voice echoed, commanding the souls of the fallen:

"Begone, creature of hunger. This realm belongs to the dead—and to those who protect it."

The god of death struck with a powerful blow, the tip of his cane piercing Ashami's core, shattering her form into a shower of bone shards and spectral teeth.

As Ashami's terrible presence faded, the battlefield grew silent but heavy with reverence.

Baron Samedi stood tall, a faint smile beneath his top hat, knowing the dead would never be taken lightly.

He turned his gaze toward the horizon, where the war still raged on, the weight of death a constant reminder that even gods could fall.

Baron Samedi vs Ashami