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 air trembled with the echoes of furious howls and the clash of divine power.

Two radiant figures stood united — Erzulie Freda, goddess of love and beauty, her aura shimmering like a warm sunlit ocean; and Erzulie Je Rouj, the fierce embodiment of rage and battle, her eyes burning like molten fire.

Before them rose Skurak, the Howling Many — a colossal beast wreathed in spectral wolves, each mouth snapping in savage hunger, howling endlessly into the stormy sky.

Erzulie Freda stepped forward first, her voice a song of soothing warmth that calmed the wild spirits swirling around Skurak.

"Your howls echo pain," she murmured, her hands weaving gentle sigils of light. "Let love heal what rage has broken."

But Skurak's spectral wolves snarled, pushing back the light with a chilling howl.

Erzulie Je Rouj's eyes flared crimson as she roared, "Love alone cannot bind this fury. It must be met with fire!"

Skurak lunged, his spectral wolves attacking in relentless waves. Erzulie Je Rouj met them head-on, her fists blazing with crimson flames, each strike shattering wolf after wolf.

Erzulie Freda moved gracefully beside her, her healing light weaving through the chaos, strengthening her sister and their allies.

The two Erzulies fought in seamless harmony — one with fierce, fiery strikes; the other with radiant, protective grace.

With a roar, Skurak summoned his full might, howls rising to a deafening crescendo, shaking the earth itself.

But the Erzulies responded in kind — Erzulie Je Rouj ignited a blazing storm, while Erzulie Freda summoned a shield of shimmering hearts.

The spectral wolves were torn between the raging fire and the soothing light, howling in desperation.

Bound by sisterhood and divine power, the Erzulies unleashed a final combined strike — a blazing arrow of passion and wrath that pierced Skurak's heart.

With a howl that faded into silence, Skurak shattered into a thousand spectral wolves that dissolved into the wind.

The battlefield grew still, the storm clouds parting to reveal a gentle sun.

Erzulie Freda smiled softly, her hands glowing with healing energy.

Erzulie Je Rouj stood tall, flames flickering gently as her rage settled.

Together, they turned toward the horizon — the war far from over, but their bond a beacon of hope amid the darkness.

Erzulie Je Rouj and Erzulie Freda vs Skurak