Oldest of seven, she was nineteen in years, but her powers were as ancient as earth she walked. She was High Priestess of the Underworld.

She was so beautiful, and she knew it. So did her adversaries. They knew it was her nature, and looking at her...made them dizzy.

Her undeniable beauty would be her enemies undoing. She was among them for an important reason, and she understood what she soon had to do.

No man would deter her or stand in her way; however, one thought he could. It was not only his life's mission, but his destiny.

Although he knew his effort was ultimately futile, he had to give it a try. It was something that burned deep within his very soul.

The balance of mankind and good versus evil rested squarely on his shoulders and weighed heavily on his soul; however, after looking into her eyes...

His ice-cold will completely melted against the liquid fire that burned within her. She, a goddess, a dark queen. Who could deny her? Not he.

Her pyretic pathos traced a circle around his heart before flowing downward, downward in a seductive course to thaw his frozen loins from their curse.

Slowly awakening from his trance he could smell the faint stench of a potion, but what were her intentions? She had already had her way . . .

…with him, causing him to expend his precious DNA-bearing Bodily Fluid. What more could she want? Would she suck dry his very essence? Would she…

Precious offerings were laid out upon the altar. A white dove, splashed with crimson. The lid of the caldron held a fine meal for Master.

And then he understood. She meant to use him to impregnate herself, to spawn an heir whose power would be unmatched. Evil power or good?

He gave in, and 11 months later the triplet’s were born. The Good, the Evil, and the Monster. One boy, two girls. What to do?

Ancient memories of titans walking the earth invaded his mind's eye. The Good he named Zatoichi, the Evil he named Hillary, the Monster he named...

Yabu. The fate of the good and the evil ones were predetermined, but there was hope for the wild eyed offspring dismissed as a monster.

Yabu alone could keep his contrary siblings in line, but he was oft too busy for that. You see, he had found a way to...

Bind them, to control their emotions, but there was one problem; he could not control both of them together; only their Mother had final control.

Having served her purpose in corporeal form, the Priestess was transforming into something more than human. She rarely showed interest in her offspring—except when HUNGRY.

It was then that her teeth grew into fangs, her fingernails into talons. Red ones. Perfect for trailing gently down the back of her next...

meal. The gentle caress tended to soothe the unfortunate soul. A bit of kicking and screaming never bothered her but Yabu didn’t like to see…

the little ones torn to pieces that way. Yet she always insisted that her children bring her the youngest, most tender morsels they could find.

They were the tastiest, they gave their life force to her, that from which she drew the power which sustained her and her three offspring . . .

...Yabu knew Danger well, and she frightened him now more than ever. He killed her...he had to… the trips must evolve into his plan...

…to save the children, he journeyed to New Orleans the only place he could find the Voodoo Priest. He would know what to do, maybe?

A special cauldron would be constructed—he knew that much. The bones of an executed murderer, blood of a virgin, hair from a leper’s scrotum.

Not to mention a Sphinx's sphincter, some of Hermes' herpes, one quart of Acidman's acid, the sixth sick sheik's sixth sick sheep, as well as...

some urine splashed on a Quran—the most volatile liquid known man and guaranteed to cause riots, enrage terrorists and create tension throughout the world.

Yabo gathered that shit together and took his siblings with him to Lafitte’s Blacksmith Shop, at midnight on the full moon. Then it got weird.

Strange things happen to molten metal in a full moon. Especially when mixed with voodoo brews. Daggers forged from it have a strange effect on...

Those voodoo brews were truly some Bad Bad Juju.

It killed 'em all.

THE END!

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