Ayomi – The Silence Between Graves
The battlefield had been won, but Ayomi, Priestess of Baron Samedi, felt unease. She stood within the temple's inner sanctum, where bone dust whispered and candles never flickered. The souls of the dishonored dead cried out, restless.
A tremor shivered through her sigil—the mark of Baron Samedi burning cold against her chest.
"Something has entered the cracks," she murmured.
The Baron laughed in her ear.
"Six of them. Weaker than what waits… but not without teeth."
She left the temple and summoned her war-bound spirits. At the farthest point of the northwest border, her enemies were already crawling through the roots—maggot-skinned revenants, drawn from corpses of forgotten wars. Ayomi raised her staff and whispered to the ground:
"Let no corpse walk where I stand."
And the dead obeyed her.
II. Jomu – The Weight of Fire
From the forges of Nouvo Lakay, Jomu, one of Zion's inner circle, had taken up the hammer not just to build—but to fight. After the war, he stayed behind, reshaping spears and armor, watching over his two wives with pride.
Now he stood on the southern pass, flanked by young warriors barely trained.
"They come," said a scout, wide-eyed. "Something… wrong."
What rose from the dust wasn't an army—it was a wave of crawling shadows, oily and many-eyed, whispering truths in ancient tongues. Jomu's sigil—glowing faintly since the war—burst into golden light, fire encircling his fists.
"Tell Zion," he said, "the devouring has touched the earth."
Then he stepped forward with his hammer.
III. The Six Points of War
At six sacred boundary stones around Nouvo Lakay, the lesser devouring forces arrived like splinters of a shattered world. Each point had its guardian:
North – Ogou Feray met them in flames, Thalia by his side, her blade singing the god's name.
South – Baron Samedi, laughing, sent the dead to devour the devourers beside Ayomi.
East – Erzulie Freda, through Sael, turned even terror into seduction, luring the enemy into divine traps.
West – Maman Brigitte appeared in Elis's eyes, wielding truth and vengeance with sharpened wrath.
Center – Papa Legba, through Ayola, did not fight with fire—but with confusion. His sigil drew mazes the devouring couldn't escape.
Above – In the skies, Damballah whispered to the winds, snakes gliding in secret between trees. No force passed unnoticed.
Each god battled their shadowed reflection—not full gods, but mockeries, fragments feeding on chaos.
And in every battle, the tribe stood its ground.
IV. A Warning from the Gate
In the depths of her vigil, Ayola felt the Gate tremble.
Papa Legba's voice reached her:
"The real enemy now watches… amused. This was a test."
V. The Gathering Storm
As night fell, Zion returned, his sigils glowing with fury.
He did not speak. He only looked north—beyond the devoured lands—where thunder churned without clouds.
"Next time," he whispered, "it won't be fragments."
And the gods heard him.