1 Chapter 1: The Arrival

There were two lessons on the plantation; Obey the Master, and never touch the women. Nobody not even other slave owners were allowed to do so under the penalty of a beating, or worse.

Alex Ellsworth, the 'Candy Man' as his slaves colloquially called him, seemed to be a relatively kind if not even caring Master. Monthly physicals operated by himself, as he was a doctor; days off for his slaves, even clothes, food and the ability to roam the property as they wished. At least that was the case for the women of his Tobacco plantation. The men lived a separate harsher lifestyle many would call common for the 1800s. Strict work hours, punishments, and abuse for those hardy men. They worked his fields, picking and delivering his Tobacco.

But it seemed 'Candy Man' had a consistent type that he chose when it came to his property. While all the women were beautiful, black and buxom virgins with lithe, taut, with mouth-watering bodies and almost angelic faces; the men were tall and imposing. Nearly all of them standing at a height of 6'4 and above. The tallest, and therefore his most prized man was a giant of 6'8. A massive mountain of hard-working muscles called Mule by his Master.

Even with the men's difficulties within the plantation, they had a sort of affection for 'Candy Man', to them, he was a good Master. Much better than most of them had previously encountered. He took care of them, not as attentively as he did with his women, but they were all fed and sheltered. They were also given women that 'Candy Man' deemed unworthy. Nobody knew what that meant, but everyone was happy to go along with it. Especially those women, after 'Candy Man' did whatever he would; They'd return with strange listless eyes and strange latin symbols and patterns branded onto their supple skin.

His care and attention made his slaves follow him, and they seemed happy.

Until one Winter morning, a large group of white men on horseback came riding with a tiny bundle held precariously within the arms of the head of the group. The men were disheveled, some nursing wounds that were in the early stage of gangrene. Others with shell shocked expressions, even after months of travel. 'Candy Man' came with his entourage of slaves, handed off a large wad of money and the hunters quickly pushed the bundle into the arms of Mule. They departed soon after, almost pushing their horses into a full gallop as they left the edges of the property.

And just as soon as they came, they were gone in a dust cloud. And Alex Ellsworth, 'Candy Man' turned to Mule with a psychotic smile splitting his nasty face almost in two. He pointed at the bundle, his hands shaking, and said with a bubble of elation in his voice.

"That there boy, is our path to power "

Mule nodded to his Master silently and slid the cloth aside to see what was inside. His eyes widened and the giant man's breath hitched. "c'est un démon..." He whispered in a deep, terrified voice. The men around him shuffled closer and all shivered. The child was black, like them, but with huge Amethyst irises that seemed to move like liquid. Elliptical pupils like a snake, outlined in crimson. The child opened his mouth with a yawn, and he already had a full set of teeth. And two canines extending much farther than any normal human's would.

'Candy Man' urged his steed closer, bracing his short belled top hat against his head. "His name is Jericho, and he's now THE most important thing on this property. Bring him to madame Toussaint. She'll raise him alongside her own kin. And Mule..." The man named Mule looked at his Master, "Yes sir?" 'Candy Man' grinned madly and his uneven yellow smile, from his habit of far too much candy, glinted in the early morning sun. "That boy there is a God compared to you. Treat him as if he was my own flesh and blood. D'ya understand?" Mule nodded fervently, stood to attention with the others around him mimicking him, and with a slightly bowed head began quickly moving towards a small house, little more than a large shed, settled at the edge of the treeline that was madame Toussaint's abode.

Alex Ellsworth watched smiling, his heart hammering against his chest. With his slave's backs turned, he pulled off a white glove, and examined a symbol that was cut into his pale skin. It was clearly old, as the skin had healed but kept the imagery drawn into his flesh. He saw it bled from the edges, black blood rolling down his hand in beads as if his skin was hydrophobic.

-That boy's my ticket to Godhood.- He thought, slipping his glove back and and riding back to his massive mansion, a hankering for candy setting his mouth aflood with saliva. With that cursed child, he would have everything he could ever want. Power, money, fame, women... Anything and everything and anyone would be his to use however he pleased. He felt thankful towards that mysterious woman's letter detailing a mysterious circumstance in Lagos. And he was even more thankful to himself for believing her. He hoped one day they would meet.

"I'll give her a nice right proper, thanking alright." His mind wanders into obscene images of a woman he had never met.

Just as 'Candy Man' is feeling elation by the arrival of this inhuman child. So too is another, a woman residing deep in an underground city. She sits atop a throne of twisted black metal with a stream of blood spreading across symbols etched into the stone. An ominous verdant green glow emanating from a style of letters and symbols no modern man could fathom to understand.spanning the circumference of the circle. Her Honey-Colored eyes slowly bleeding into Crimson as a void opens beneath her. From within her hooded cloak covered in similar writing as the circle, a soft voice begins to speak to something inside the voice. A language long lost to the weathering of time. A monsterous voice responding from within the deep void, a cataclysmic voice that shook the foundations of underground place she was in. And a storm began to gather outside, crimson bolts of lighting flashing and exploding all over the entirety of America.

"He is beginning his journey, my Lord. And I shall be his guide when the time for him to assume his power nears." The hooded woman says. She turns head head to the sky, an orgasmic look on her face and her crimson eyes bleeding tears of red down her ebony skin. With one final roar, whatever resides within the void closes the portal and the sky outside returns to normal. But no one can ignore the signs, those who know begin preparing. Because soon, a God in human form will walk the earth. And with it, an apocalypse with be born.

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