STORMBORNE BLOODMOON

A Blessing, A Curse!
A truth remains true through the ages.
A King rejected by the gods for his brutish nature claims the throne anyways. It is his right to do so he believes. He is above the LAW, he thinks.
A young boy born to the sacrifice of a Witch rises to power against all odds. It is his duty to behead the King, he knows, it is his WILL to live by the LAW he acknowledges.
Stubbornness is the only thing these two have in common. One must prevail. Life always out-wins the harbingers of Death.
For the Common good, for the sake of a claim as benign as Common human decency.

Backstory on THIS story: Years ago the Queen of Sheba had given me a duty and a mission. She'd visited me in a vision and had made it clear what she expected of me. She'd also visited me in dreams years prior. She'd told me to rebuild her tribe and those of the African deities through my art and writings. That was three years ago. Since then many claiming to be of her kindred, or just those who were "black and empowered" had chosen to insult and degrade and devalue every thing she'd shown me. They went through INTENSE effort to ensure they did so. These people practiced the Luciferian systems as well as the 84 genie systems which they claim to be so proud of.
Most of those who came directly to me were African, and co hilariously enough. Nigerians even more abysmally so.
Today, I start on that journey with this first step, in total recognition that as stupid as they are and as lacking as they are is as pervasive in their understanding of their own nature as they will continue to be. Even more so with each passing chapter, even more so with each passing era.

P.S. If my God has rejected you, if my angels and ancestors have rejected you, not one word in this story will be a blessing or a gift or a form of honor to you or anything you value. It will be a curse at the least instead.
God made everything according to its kind. Hell pits for pit bullies claiming godhood with funky b@@tyholes.