"I hate everything." Aleigha exclaimed. "I hate grass, I hate trees, I hate water, I hate people."
Childhood came beside his soul. "You eat people."
"I know!" his soul grew. "Now, I got contipation."
"What are we doing?"
Aleigha sighed, "Chauncey is using magic. He cute me from July." he sighed again, his soul growing red. "I'm too old for this shit."
"How old are you this year?" she asked. "Fucking..." he exhaled, "When was slavery?"
"About the early 1600s."
"Ok, when was jesus born?"
"Assumely the BC era."
"Alright. Get me one." he floated away from her. "Aleigha!" she called. "My child!"
"Dead! Child, I am in my 50s, my head fucking hurts. July's soul is worn the fuck out. I got his ass as far as I could. What we need to do is start getting bodies."
"Barbie mode?" she guessed. "No puppets. The family needs to find the graveyard. Jose wants a garden. Do you remember Melvin?"
"No." she said. "Chauncey fourth brother?"
Her soul shook as if denying it. "I have never heard of him..."
"You've never heard of Melvin?" He got closer to Childhood. "Well, that memory came back..."
"Explain."
"Well, Melvin is a brother of Chauncey. Before Chauncey is--"
"Me..." Seign huffed. "Let me add to the discussion. I understand we need bodies and what I could pick up on the ground is these two bitches planning an uprising."
"So?" speculated Aleigha. "We get them then. Ride the wave."
"And get shot?" quivered Childhood. "I want my kids..."
"Is it a take over?" questioned Aleigha. "Melvin was a strange kids growing up. I remember he said the dumbest shit ever."
"Like?" Childhood turned pink. "Do you like chocolate? I said yes, he said, I worship chocolate because I eat it everyday."
"That's stupid."
"But what the fuck is the point." Aleigha grew with anger. "Is it about being God, rewriting the world. What the fuck is it!"
"It's the snake. Melvin went to jail and Chauncey has a record in Louisiana and Virginia. So..." Seign expanded. "Think of it like this. If you bulit a God with the magical means, you could rule the world. Whatever, but a prophet speaks for HIM so God can sit back with no problems."
"Well... the way you say it, its sounds like getting away with murder." said Childhood. "Thugging is just the tip of the iceberg."
"But they stuck." noted Seign.
"I wish I had a face..." said Aleigha. "They made an Obayifo?"
"Found." Seign floated away. "Come see the mirror."
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On the bridge, they went across to a mirror in the distance, it sat on a hill. Once to it, they looked in the glass and childhood pointed out a crack in the left frame.
"How did that get there?" Aleigha hovered towards it. "Chauncey... I shot him."
"You shot your brother?" Childhood bumped him softly. "Seign why?"
"I read minds! Damn! The nigga came back and shot daddy in his sleep!"
"I didn't know! You don't talk to me!" she quivered. "I don't remember..." he calmed down. "I don't remember how this shit got started and it's scary!"
"Uncle don't yell at my wife!" shouted Delagati from afar. As he came closer, he bumped Childhood as if kissing her cheek. "Curiosity killed the cat and Dad knew..." he took a breath. "he knew we were practicing voodoo..."
Seign thought about his french. He decided to be quiet. "You stupid..." he hovered away. "Uncle, goddamn it, listen!"
He stopped. "Look, granddad told me to sink the house."
He turned around. "He told you?"
"Granddad said--"
"I can finish that!" Grandpa Chere came zipping pass them. "Daddy!" Seign called.
"We ain't stuck!" he turned around. "I got stock!"
"Meaning?" Aleigha assumed.
"Big ritual in the basement by the bayou."
"Not the fucking bayou..." Childhood grumbled. "All we have to do is light a match!"
"One more chain of thought to this sneaky link... uh." Aleigha looked at the fog lake. "What about the black parade?"
"Mama O'Liga?" said Childhood. Before she could say anything, Chere glided in front of her. "I left!"
"Chere--" Aleigha started. "I LEFT!" he yelled more. "I left, I left! Now I don made a fucking cycle out this shit." he snapped back to Childhood. "And you, of all people wanna bring up that!"
"We need it--"
"We don't need her fucking demons!"
"Lord have mercy..." moaned Aleigha. "This family."
"Daddy Chere, I object!"
"I ain't got a fucking law degree!" Childhood's soul hid behind Delagati. Chere's soul shifted and bubbled becoming a white lion and Delagati did the say. "This is ridiculous..." Aleigha sighed.
"I did voodoo!" blurted Delagati. "You told me to bury the house and mama made the Black Parade to counter the White Parade. We can have dead niggas or we can have dead people."
"Niggas is people--"
"Not my people!"
"Ok, ok, ok," Seign stood between them. "Enough. Let's head back. To be honest, I don't want another uprising!"
"My kids!" screamed Childhood. "Child, shut up!"
"My babies is down there..." she whimpered.
"Goddamn it woman, don't you box?" Chere voiced. "It don't fucking matter..." Childhood cried.
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Seign stared at the mirror with his father behind. A glint cast off the glass with the realms light. "show me the lie."
The glass began to wave and the crack widen. It darkens into a smokey red color and the image exploded into black revealing Chauncey's face sniggering. "I just want to see what happens."
It shifts to view of the old house in Louisiana but Seign couldn't tell if was Virginia or not due to the room's similarities.
Chauncey's leg is outside the closet. He heard whimpering and his leg began to shake. The image shifted again, up close to Chauncey's seizuring face, blood dripped from the side of his mouth as foam collected on his lips along with the white powder on his top lip.
His body convulsed and urine dotted his pants.
His soul emerged and floated around the house laughing.
"I didn't--" Seign stammered. "He died in the closet..." Chere mourned. "My son died..."
Chere transformed into a lion and touched the glass with his paw. "Pop..." Seign backed away. He reminded himself that he shot Chauncey for killing they're father. Now the question became, how long had he been dead?