Bayou Fais Do-Do
“God tells us that this story will end where it began, in the Garden….” - Neil Gaiman “Good Omens”
Like all good things to counterbalance there must be darkness as with all Gods even those in Voodoo there was jealousy. Papa Legba’s happiness would be rebuked by Marinette Bras Cheche. Marinette of the Dry Arms, The Brujah or The Skeletal Goddess. Like in all lore in the center of La Lune there was a Garden beautiful. Damballah, the oldest Voodoo God in snake form used to slither across the land. Marinette being the loa of power and violence was enraged. Humans were merely play things to be sacrificed on her altars. Such as they were in the Hathian Revolution. She overran the land with Dark Pigs. Then sacrificed them. Their blood diseasing the garden.
She began to poison everything around it. Infusing the plants with madness twisting and turning them into it a murky moist wasteland. Soon Damballah took his blessing away. No God will go close to it. Even Agwé the loa who rules over the sea, fish, and aquatic plants damned the land. Because of this Papa Legba had no choice but to cast the garden aside and hide it away.
Doing this gave Marinette free reign. While her loa controlled it; Loupe Garous (Werewolves) were created. The place called to people like Madame Lalaurie the New Orleans Creole socialite and serial killer who tortured and murdered slaves in her household.
It was not until a great battle that Papa was able to overtake Marinette’s control of the swamp. Still as it is said the damage is done and still she lurks in the mist and shadows the scent of her madness lingers in the air all around. Papa forbid anyone to enter the land. Only giving the likes of Marie Laveau and Doctor John passage entered and exited unharmed. This was accomplished only because of the powerful Gris-gris Papa himself gifted them.
Marinette calls to the lost. Her influence on humanity negates all of Papa’s warnings. Even though Papa himself lays his veve on the flat on the ground as opposed to standing as a warning letting those know if they cross he WILL NOT protect them.
These swamps were astutely named “Bayou Fais do-do”. It is said that a piece of one’s soul, goes to sleep for those who enter or worse chose to reside here.
Marinette welcomes careless would be followers of Voodoo who had no idea what they are doing. She whispers in the ears of those wanting power or having darkness that Papa had scattered the swamps with other powerful Gris-gris. Amulets that would give the bearer power and wealth beyond all the could imagine. Once they enter she drives them into crazed frenzies.
She seduces you until insanity hits. Some have exited Fais do-do drenched in blood with no knowledge of what has happened. Some have even been dragged out by brave locals. Shadows of their former selves, what is left of these poor souls in a Zombie form. Local Law enforcement rarely enters here and is quoted as saying. “If you go where Papa commanded not to go. You’re on your own”
Sometimes when you stand at the edge you can hear the werewolf howl, the screaming of damned souls or the enchanting melody of familiar songs enticing you to enter. It can’t be that bad right?
“God tells us that this story will end where it began, in the Garden….” - Neil Gaiman “Good Omens”
Like all good things to counterbalance there must be darkness as with all Gods even those in Voodoo there was jealousy. Papa Legba’s happiness would be rebuked by Marinette Bras Cheche. Marinette of the Dry Arms, The Brujah or The Skeletal Goddess. Like in all lore in the center of La Lune there was a Garden beautiful. Damballah, the oldest Voodoo God in snake form used to slither across the land. Marinette being the loa of power and violence was enraged. Humans were merely play things to be sacrificed on her altars. Such as they were in the Hathian Revolution. She overran the land with Dark Pigs. Then sacrificed them. Their blood diseasing the garden.
She began to poison everything around it. Infusing the plants with madness twisting and turning them into it a murky moist wasteland. Soon Damballah took his blessing away. No God will go close to it. Even Agwé the loa who rules over the sea, fish, and aquatic plants damned the land. Because of this Papa Legba had no choice but to cast the garden aside and hide it away.
Doing this gave Marinette free reign. While her loa controlled it; Loupe Garous (Werewolves) were created. The place called to people like Madame Lalaurie the New Orleans Creole socialite and serial killer who tortured and murdered slaves in her household.
It was not until a great battle that Papa was able to overtake Marinette’s control of the swamp. Still as it is said the damage is done and still she lurks in the mist and shadows the scent of her madness lingers in the air all around. Papa forbid anyone to enter the land. Only giving the likes of Marie Laveau and Doctor John passage entered and exited unharmed. This was accomplished only because of the powerful Gris-gris Papa himself gifted them.
Marinette calls to the lost. Her influence on humanity negates all of Papa’s warnings. Even though Papa himself lays his veve on the flat on the ground as opposed to standing as a warning letting those know if they cross he WILL NOT protect them.
These swamps were astutely named “Bayou Fais do-do”. It is said that a piece of one’s soul, goes to sleep for those who enter or worse chose to reside here.
Marinette welcomes careless would be followers of Voodoo who had no idea what they are doing. She whispers in the ears of those wanting power or having darkness that Papa had scattered the swamps with other powerful Gris-gris. Amulets that would give the bearer power and wealth beyond all the could imagine. Once they enter she drives them into crazed frenzies.
She seduces you until insanity hits. Some have exited Fais do-do drenched in blood with no knowledge of what has happened. Some have even been dragged out by brave locals. Shadows of their former selves, what is left of these poor souls in a Zombie form. Local Law enforcement rarely enters here and is quoted as saying. “If you go where Papa commanded not to go. You’re on your own”
Sometimes when you stand at the edge you can hear the werewolf howl, the screaming of damned souls or the enchanting melody of familiar songs enticing you to enter. It can’t be that bad right?