We Were Gods: Oleander: Book One

VI. Enter The Voodoo Goddess

Obsidian. I chose one of the darkest of stones to throw together my very first soul. I picked stardust from the blackest most dimmest region of the galaxy. I could have cared less how you turned out. I only cared that I passed my test. I only cared that a soul had been created and I could now rise to power.

A soul made from the darkness is always easy to entice with power, greed, lust, and hunger. I never would have guessed the role you would eventually play in all of this, but you were my creation and I think deep down you recognized me as your creator.

Love and acceptance is what you've always thirsted for, isn't it, puppet?

But something so bleak and cruel does not deserve a happy ending, oh no far from it. Your hands are soiled with the blood of the innocent and so you've been punished with this life. You've been punished with depression and at one point purgatory.

Light never comes from dark.

"Osiris~ Marinette is here, hmm~?" The flesh eater wraps his arms around my neck and rests his head on my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts. I can feel my body tense and my skin crawl. I fight the urge to push him away. I have to continue to play nice with my minion though.

"Excellent." I smile, patting B's cheek and making him almost purr against the contact. "Ask C to prepare her some sweets, pet. Also, see if her mutts would like to eat as well. And put out a plate of sliced red peppers."

"Ah, Marinette Bwa Chech," I grin when I see the demi-goddess. I take her dark skeletal hand and press a kiss against it though my stomach lurches. "You're looking as lovely as ever." Truth be told she was an emaciated young woman that looked more like a skeleton than a human. I have to fight the urge to grimace at her large wolf-hybrids.

The dogs easily come up to my chest. They are nothing but solid and fierce muscle. Their skin is blood red and their fur is dark black and a metallic colour. Their canines are a solid fifteen-centimeters long and are yellow stained with blood. Their eyes glow a terrifying yellow and reflect in the dark. Their smell makes my stomach roll. I've never been a fan of werewolves but I am a fan of their raw power.

"Do not attempt to impress me, Osiris." Marinette warns. "We both know you are far from interested in someone like me and pretending to be is an insult to us both." Her black skin is stretched tightly over her bones and it almost looks painful. I can see every indent of her fragile skull, my fingers itch at the thought of how easily it would be to destroy something so delicate. I am sure her skull would feel like a meringue cookie beneath my touch as it gave away to my sheer power.

Her eyes of fire narrow when she spots B setting out a plate of sliced red peppers. B looks up at her with an innocent smile laced with malice. "You work with the flesh eaters?" She hisses, "The very things that love nothing more than devouring our precious creations?" B sneered at her.

I could almost imagine a slimy chunk of human meat stuck between B's sharpened teeth as he ran his tongue along them. He kept his eyes on Marinette, their eyes locked in a slight feud of unspoken words. I gritted my own perfect teeth, my jaw locking as I glared at B. He needed to be reminded of his place and my- our mission. We needed the voodoo goddess on our side. "What makes you think I would ever work with flesheaters?" She hissed.

"B!" I snapped making him jump. "Go assist C. Take your leave now while the Gods discuss." His shoulders almost slump at my tone; he is not used to my unkindness or my aggression. I have only shown him affection and affirmation. He does as he is told, he turns from us and starts to walk towards me to get to the kitchen though his eyes stay rooted to the floor. I have to remind myself that if I am to keep my control then I must continue to show kindness and play nicely with all parties involved. I outstretch my hand to rest against his chest and slowly move it up to gently cup his cheek. "I did not mean a harsh tone with you, poppet." I hum, running my thumb over his flesh, his eyes search mine briefly though the sadness is deeply rooted beneath his hues. "You have done well, my pet. You have made me proud. I am just stressed. Do not take my words or actions at heart. Now give us a smile." I press a kiss against his temple and released my hold on him. "There's a good boy." I grin when he smiles. He rushes out of the room to go find his counterpart and I let out a small renewing sigh as my focus returns to the skeletal Goddess in the room.