The body stood up. Torielle could see, through the eyes of another. Again the spirits circled her. "It is I… Busejia… the antichrist."
"Busejia… share this body that I have given you with my daughter. Please give her strength to come back to me."
"I am your daughter…" the antichrist mused. "You called me."
"I asked for my daughter…" he trembled. "I asked for my child, my daughter my heir!"
"You asked… for me."
"No." they walk towards him. "You scarified a body."
"I WANT MY DAUGHTER!"
"YOUR DAUGHTER IS ME." they bellowed. The very words smacked Montgomery's face. "And I am her…"
"No…" he sniveled. "I just want my child to be clean of sin! I didn't ask for this!"
"Well… now she is full of sin. Now build me a church."
There was nothing he could refuse. "I have your daughter's soul. It's delicious."
"BITCH!" Torielle yelled. "I AM NOT THE ONE TODAY!
She could stomp all she wanted. Besujia stood in front of her. There were red veins over their body. They had a female figure but Tori didn't address them as such. They stood naked before a child.
"I am Besujia. The antichrist."
"And!"
Besujia tilted their head. They smiled. "I am neither female nor male. I am not a genie."
She didn't care.
"Isn't it Ghetto?" there were two voices, male and female. The female voice was that of a child. "Your father wants his daughter back. Oh woe, what has he done to you?"
"I don't know that man." and that was the truth.
"Ironic because he know you. Even lies about you."
This figure was beautiful. Their appearance of a light skin woman with black hair down to their buttocks. The blood fixed on their body shaped the gloves around their arms. On their feet, they appeared as boots. "I'm a vampire."
"And!"
"Don't be a smartass." They shook their head.
"What are you!"
"I'm Alexis… this what your sister will look like except with red hair." they blinked. "What did you do to Cedrica?"
"Alexis."
"Cedri--"
"Alexis B. Kelly." this entity corrected.
"CEDRICA A. MCCOY!" she rose her voice but it's was louder. "DON'T HAVE THE AUDACITY!" words launched from its mouth. "I am the GHETTO. I am the pain within."
"And--" the area was a red room complete with a red sofa, red carpet and single red lamp. "How dare you be so disrespectful!"
"You ain't my mama!"
Besujia dashed forward, she caught the child by the throat. "Don't make me bite." she bore her teeth. There were many. "The Ghetto has all the sins. Pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth. They all become poverty."
Torielle struggled, Besujia threw her towards the sofa. "It all falls under power. The perfect example of dog eat dog world; or in this case." they shrugged. "Fucking werewolves."
"What does that have to do with me!"
In a blink they were before Torielle. "Children are the end and the beginning," they gazed at her. "Your mother is Yahoska. She works at a salon."
"I don't have a mother!"
"But you do. Do you remember? The vision before she left you at the doorsteps?"
"I was never--"
"You were!" Besujia cocked their neck. "He claimed to love you so much…"
She didn't want to listen. What about that woman with the blue hair. Where did that go? She was running or maybe…
"What do you want!"
"The Ghetto is full of Ys and Lies." told Besujia. They counted on their fingers, starting with the index. "You have the youth. You have yesterday. The yearning. The yelling." they locked eyes. "You know about that…"
They continued, "The yearly, the your, and the yuck." they gaze up towards nothing. "Oh… and Yeah."
A lot was happening. She couldn't keep asking the same questions. "I'm going to tell you your life." they said. "Montgomery is your father. Yahoska cheated and your half sister is Thankful."
She paid attention surprisingly. "There are two Thankfuls." they held two fingers. "Montgomery killed king cottonmouth's daughter and framed Jose. King Cottonmouth used to be president; he married a woman, who was also a man at the time. She raped her own husband."
She grimaced strongly arching her lips. "His wife didn't think she could get pregnant but she had ovaries and a penis. La Dama found her sister, Thankful's aunt and asked her to correct herself. She gave her the means…" Besujia squinted. "Do you understand?"
She did not but nodded in agreement. "La Dama took over and a woman with a dick believed in anything. She had women and men and inspired a cult in mexico. Or should I say church and it was confusing."
"Why are you telling me?"
"Jose's daughter is Thankful, replacing the King's heir." Besujia lent out her hand. "You are payment."
"No I'm not…"
"You are. Jose and your father are connected through one thot, a hoe, your mother. What came between her legs, is you and Dayshia."
Torielle got off the couch. "The table of Thanks. Dayshia is your half sister. Your father is a fool, appreciating the methods of lynching. You are a Hellshire, yes. But Montgomery is cut from the family."
"Why?"
"Because he stared war in the Ghetto with his fetish. All this mass perplexity is unnecessary but it is a punishment. He is sane."
"My father started it?"
"And Dareion, Alexis's father.
"Cedrica--"
"HUSH CHILD," the wind became harsh. "Children are meant to be seen not heard."
Fuck.
"Dareion, Jose, Shiloh, Darlene and even the crackhead uncle. The Ghetto is fickle." they flipped their hair. "Rebellious even."
"what's the point?" she was baffled.
"Money, fame, legacy. Remember the Ys. Youth, Yesterday, Yearning, Yelling, Your, Yuck, and Yeah."
"Why yeah?"
"Jah or Yah in the church. The Tetra. It's just letters." Besujia smirked. "What do you think it means."
Torielle stammered, "Like praise?"
Besujia nasty smile consumed her mouth. The fangs of a beast shinning. Their body changed into a man with long thick curls above his shoulders. He was dark skin wearing a suit and a silver chain around his neck. "Yeah…"