Judgement II: Flipping the switch (A Character Development)
Jul 5, 2020 2:16:39 GMT -5
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Post by Corey Bull on Jul 5, 2020 2:16:39 GMT -5
Somewhere in Louisiana
Bulls hemicuda idles slowly to the curb. The monster is quieted by the turn of a key. Bull turns to his new companion, Valerie Boudreaux. Her dark hair is much different now. Almost white, it has dreadlocks now. Extensions obviously, but a cryptic change from the woman seen a few weeks ago.
“So this is where you grew up?”
Valerie smiles and nods.
“Grammy loved this house, almost as much as the one grandad built.”
"I thought you said it had been years since you’ve been here. Are you even sure it’s still owned by your family?”
Valerie turns to Bull, her smile playful. She pushes him a little, recognizing the playful tone he hid so well from others.
“I know dam well you checked, or else we wouldn’t have driven across the country to get here.”
Bull now too smiles.
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s still in your mom's name, and has been since 01. She has it listed as a rental. She, though, moved away from here. She is living in New Orleans.”
Valerie nods slowly.
“Mom always said she’d go there after dad died. I’m surprised she held on to this place.”
“Well my associate says it is unoccupied.”
Valerie opens the door.
“Don’t matter, what I want is buried in the backyard. I’ll be right back.”
“You want help?”
Valerie turns, her face determined.
“Nope, gotta do this on my own.”
Valerie grabs a shovel from the back seat and walks to the house. Bull just shuts down the car and waits.
The next day….back in the Great Northwoods
Valerie sits on the large chair she has pretty much claimed as her own, her eyes staring at the box.
The chair is obviously made for Bull, as she looks like the chair will swallow her up. Standing around five eight, she is still small in comparison to the monster that stands across from the table. Bull is dressed in only blue jeans and work boots. The mask is attached to his hip and he is looking at the metal box on the table. The box is very old, the wear and tear of time has not been kind to it, but the box has maintained its strength. It was obviously buried, as dirt is caked on the sides and top. Valerie stares at it hard, a look of concern and determination.
“So what's inside this thing?”
“Something that my Grammys mothers mothers mother gave to her. It's been passed down through the generations. My mother wasn’t very receptive, so Grammy held it until I was old enough to understand. And when she saw me, how I sucked up the knowledge, she taught me all I needed.”
“Understand….”
Valerie looks up and smiles.
“Voodoo. It has been practiced in my family for a long time. My great great great grandmother was a slave. But the boat she was on didn’t make it to land, instead sinking at sea. She was rescued by a young fisherman who in turn, nursed her to health. She married that French man. My great great grandmother fell in love with a Louisiana shrimper. And as you can tell, our skin got lighter and lighter. But our love and practice of our religion, it never wavered. My mother didn’t believe it strongly, but she still carried the charms and totems. She believed in their luck, but never their power. But Grammy, she knew better. She taught me the skills. Showed me the things I needed. And now, I have finally seen what my true purpose is. My destiny.”
Bull sits on a stool and looks at the box. He then raises his eyes to Valerie.
“Destiny, purpose. Words I use and live by. But what do your’s mean?”
“To be at your side, both as a companion and more. Three weeks now and not once have you raised a hand to me, tried to get me into your bed. You have treated me as an equal. I can see now that I am destined to be with you till my time comes in this world.”
“I treated you the way I do because I’m not some sexual predator. I only punish those that deserve it. You do not.”
Valerie nods.
“While this is true, it doesn’t mean it isn’t destiny. I feel we were supposed to meet and become one. And now with this, I will do for you what has yet to be done.”
Bulls face gets curious.
“What could possibly be in this box that will, what was that, do for me what has yet to be done?”
Valerie grins and a sparkle is in her eyes. She pulls a key that looks like the one you always see in the movies, the ol skeleton key.
“Take off your clothes, but put the mask on.”
Bull looks shocked.
“Come again?!”
“Valerie grins as she takes off her top and wiggles out of her jeans.
Bulls hemicuda idles slowly to the curb. The monster is quieted by the turn of a key. Bull turns to his new companion, Valerie Boudreaux. Her dark hair is much different now. Almost white, it has dreadlocks now. Extensions obviously, but a cryptic change from the woman seen a few weeks ago.
“So this is where you grew up?”
Valerie smiles and nods.
“Grammy loved this house, almost as much as the one grandad built.”
"I thought you said it had been years since you’ve been here. Are you even sure it’s still owned by your family?”
Valerie turns to Bull, her smile playful. She pushes him a little, recognizing the playful tone he hid so well from others.
“I know dam well you checked, or else we wouldn’t have driven across the country to get here.”
Bull now too smiles.
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s still in your mom's name, and has been since 01. She has it listed as a rental. She, though, moved away from here. She is living in New Orleans.”
Valerie nods slowly.
“Mom always said she’d go there after dad died. I’m surprised she held on to this place.”
“Well my associate says it is unoccupied.”
Valerie opens the door.
“Don’t matter, what I want is buried in the backyard. I’ll be right back.”
“You want help?”
Valerie turns, her face determined.
“Nope, gotta do this on my own.”
Valerie grabs a shovel from the back seat and walks to the house. Bull just shuts down the car and waits.
The next day….back in the Great Northwoods
Valerie sits on the large chair she has pretty much claimed as her own, her eyes staring at the box.
The chair is obviously made for Bull, as she looks like the chair will swallow her up. Standing around five eight, she is still small in comparison to the monster that stands across from the table. Bull is dressed in only blue jeans and work boots. The mask is attached to his hip and he is looking at the metal box on the table. The box is very old, the wear and tear of time has not been kind to it, but the box has maintained its strength. It was obviously buried, as dirt is caked on the sides and top. Valerie stares at it hard, a look of concern and determination.
“So what's inside this thing?”
“Something that my Grammys mothers mothers mother gave to her. It's been passed down through the generations. My mother wasn’t very receptive, so Grammy held it until I was old enough to understand. And when she saw me, how I sucked up the knowledge, she taught me all I needed.”
“Understand….”
Valerie looks up and smiles.
“Voodoo. It has been practiced in my family for a long time. My great great great grandmother was a slave. But the boat she was on didn’t make it to land, instead sinking at sea. She was rescued by a young fisherman who in turn, nursed her to health. She married that French man. My great great grandmother fell in love with a Louisiana shrimper. And as you can tell, our skin got lighter and lighter. But our love and practice of our religion, it never wavered. My mother didn’t believe it strongly, but she still carried the charms and totems. She believed in their luck, but never their power. But Grammy, she knew better. She taught me the skills. Showed me the things I needed. And now, I have finally seen what my true purpose is. My destiny.”
Bull sits on a stool and looks at the box. He then raises his eyes to Valerie.
“Destiny, purpose. Words I use and live by. But what do your’s mean?”
“To be at your side, both as a companion and more. Three weeks now and not once have you raised a hand to me, tried to get me into your bed. You have treated me as an equal. I can see now that I am destined to be with you till my time comes in this world.”
“I treated you the way I do because I’m not some sexual predator. I only punish those that deserve it. You do not.”
Valerie nods.
“While this is true, it doesn’t mean it isn’t destiny. I feel we were supposed to meet and become one. And now with this, I will do for you what has yet to be done.”
Bulls face gets curious.
“What could possibly be in this box that will, what was that, do for me what has yet to be done?”
Valerie grins and a sparkle is in her eyes. She pulls a key that looks like the one you always see in the movies, the ol skeleton key.
“Take off your clothes, but put the mask on.”
Bull looks shocked.
“Come again?!”
“Valerie grins as she takes off her top and wiggles out of her jeans.
She settles on her knees in her black bra and panties and removes the box from the table and starts to unlock it.
“You heard me. This isn’t a sexual thing, but it is at the same time. You will understand in time.”
Bull complies, a look of confusion on his face. His large muscled frame, covered in scars and tattoos, is highlighted by the sun, which of course makes it so that nothing can be seen. A clicking sound and a creak as the hinges on the box give way. First, a bottle of Angostura, an old rum, is placed on the table. Next is a Cuban cigar still in the wrapper and a box of matches. But the creme de la creme is a skull. Marked with a bunch of sigils and designs, she faces the skull to look at Bull. She pulls a knife out of the box and holds it in her hand and stands.
“This is supposed to be the skull of a man that dedicated his life to Baron Samedi. He was born a long long time ago, and he had a pact made with a voodoo queen, Marie Laveau in 1842. He asked that his skull be a conduit of power. So with the blessings of Baron Samedi and the ritual of Marie Laveau, his skull was treated and imbibed with power. Blood is a connecting part of this. It will make the skull recognize you as a conduit. It will seek out the power in your blood to make you more then you really are.”
For the first time in, ever, Bull seems to be trembling. He reaches out a hand and Valerie takes it, the paw of Bull three times the size of hers.
“You call yourself a monster. But all you are right now is a killer. A very good, very efficient killer. But with this, if you are worthy as I think you are, Baron Samedi will grant you power to send him the souls that deserve to be sent. You will be his grim reaper. His personal assassin. Call it what you will, but you will be the monster I know you can be. And I will be right at your side, falling more and more for you as I am now, and helping to guide the power within you. Is this something you are ready for?”
Bull suddenly stops trembling and a smile lights on his face.
“Of course I am.”
“This will take you places you have either forgotten or only dreamed of.”
“So let's begin this then.It's time to walk the path not traveled.”
She slices the palm of his hand and forces it into a fist, placing it above the skull as the blood drips. She rips open the cigar and lights it, blowing smoke on the skull. She then pours some of the rum over it. The blood splatters on the skull, mixing with the smoke and rum, and suddenly collecting into the sigils. The eyes start to glow red and Bull drops to his knees, his eyes black holes, a shark toothed grin on his face. Valerie smiles.
Bull complies, a look of confusion on his face. His large muscled frame, covered in scars and tattoos, is highlighted by the sun, which of course makes it so that nothing can be seen. A clicking sound and a creak as the hinges on the box give way. First, a bottle of Angostura, an old rum, is placed on the table. Next is a Cuban cigar still in the wrapper and a box of matches. But the creme de la creme is a skull. Marked with a bunch of sigils and designs, she faces the skull to look at Bull. She pulls a knife out of the box and holds it in her hand and stands.
“This is supposed to be the skull of a man that dedicated his life to Baron Samedi. He was born a long long time ago, and he had a pact made with a voodoo queen, Marie Laveau in 1842. He asked that his skull be a conduit of power. So with the blessings of Baron Samedi and the ritual of Marie Laveau, his skull was treated and imbibed with power. Blood is a connecting part of this. It will make the skull recognize you as a conduit. It will seek out the power in your blood to make you more then you really are.”
For the first time in, ever, Bull seems to be trembling. He reaches out a hand and Valerie takes it, the paw of Bull three times the size of hers.
“You call yourself a monster. But all you are right now is a killer. A very good, very efficient killer. But with this, if you are worthy as I think you are, Baron Samedi will grant you power to send him the souls that deserve to be sent. You will be his grim reaper. His personal assassin. Call it what you will, but you will be the monster I know you can be. And I will be right at your side, falling more and more for you as I am now, and helping to guide the power within you. Is this something you are ready for?”
Bull suddenly stops trembling and a smile lights on his face.
“Of course I am.”
“This will take you places you have either forgotten or only dreamed of.”
“So let's begin this then.It's time to walk the path not traveled.”
She slices the palm of his hand and forces it into a fist, placing it above the skull as the blood drips. She rips open the cigar and lights it, blowing smoke on the skull. She then pours some of the rum over it. The blood splatters on the skull, mixing with the smoke and rum, and suddenly collecting into the sigils. The eyes start to glow red and Bull drops to his knees, his eyes black holes, a shark toothed grin on his face. Valerie smiles.
“Only you can call me Valerie. From now on, the world shall know me as Loa."
Loa smiles as Bull nods his head, not like a mindless slave, but as an understanding monster.
"So tell me Hatebringer...where are you?”