Lêgba looks like a human man, all of the Vodun have humanoid forms, but they are much larger than the average human. Legba is the shortest of the Vodun, but his true body is still twice as tall as the normal human. He is a handsome man with a long face, hard black eyes that could be kind and sometimes had white sclera when he was most relaxed. He sometimes has hair like wool that crops tightly to his face and shiny scalp. His cheekbones and jawlines are prominent and his siblings make fun of how skinny he is, like a Vodun fashioned of sticks. But Lêgba has never been ashamed of his body, he understood that at least Gu with his pot belly, envied his frame and they were only humbling him as his older siblings in accordance with the guidance of the mother-father. Lêgba hardly ever wears clothes, that is a good way to tell if you are dealing with the true Lêgba. The Vodun have genitalia similar to human gentiles and they are able to reproduce sexually, though they are able to impregnate or be impregnated by any being that they chose to regardless of their sex. The Vodun are usually robed with light cloth in their signature colors, but Lêgba prefers as little as possible, regardless of how light it is. He usually wraps his waist but hardly ever as low as the knee.
Currently, Lêgba does not look like himself. His normally well portioned body and flawless skin, is mounds of blue-black flesh. His face is lumpy and his eyes are swollen shut. All of the hair on his body had fallen out, and his features are obscured by inflammation. Bulbous boils grow from his thin limbs like grapes on a vine. Despite this, Lêgba is standing and he can move easily, or as easily as he can manage with the erupting boils on the soles of his feet, but pain is a strange thing to a Vodun. They can feel pain, and even internalize it, but they are such a closed ecosystem, self-sustaining by generating Divine Essence that is capable of instantly remaking or healing their bodies. It is why a Vodun can move easily through the nothingness outside of the multiversal structure. They are virtually immortal and impossible to kill, but not literally.
Owuo is evil, and he is death. He is very much like a Vodun, but his does not have a Vodun Third Heart that allows for virtual immortality. Owuo has an ecstatic gland that allows him to metabolize Divine Essence, but he does not subsist on it like the Vodun. Owuo’s lifeblood is aduro, the venom that circulates his body. Owuo’s venom is so strong that it can kill the mother-father. Mawu Lisa is aware of this, they knew it from the moment of his birth, but rather than fear him, they saw him as a check on their awesome power. When they told Owuo about the true nature of his venom, Owuo smiled his most sinister smile. He never imagined that he would want to kill the mother-father and he generally stayed away from the Lofted Disc to avoid the possibility of contaminating them. He appreciated the mother-father as the power of the Fonlands that kept everything in check. Owuo loved the status quo, without it, he was much less of a horror. Horror can only exist if there is tranquility to shatter.
Lêgba doesn’t have much time left, he knows this and he reluctantly casts a portal to the location where he senses Owuo, deep in the caverns of Sakpata’s Disc. When he arrives there, he is surprised and instantly aware of the location that he finds himself. The Smiting Chamber.
“Owuo!” he screams and startles the giant bat that he recognizes as Yana, who rules the caves for the Vodun Sakpata who reigns over the mountains on the surface, and the other beings that dwell here. They all approach him, led by a smirking Owuo.
“Well, well, well,” Owuo said with the most genuine delight on his face that anyone had ever witnessed. “Why does it seem that I have poisoned you, Lêgba, when I have not laid eyes on you in so long I could not tell you when it was?”
“That is Lêgba?” Yana asked, skeptical that the form of inflamed flesh could be a Vodun.
“Yes it is me! And I have been poisoned by you, Owuo, but not you. There is another Fonlands and the Owuo there poisoned my iteration and I reabsorbed it without realizing all of this. Can you help me?”
“There is another Finlands on the multiversal structure?” Yana asked with wonder.
“That is hard to believe,” Owuo said. “But the multiverse is enormous. It is strange to imagine another me, with apparently the same venom that I have. I always imagined what my venom would do to you, but I am too decent a man to ever poison you. The other me must be a very interesting thing indeed. I will cure you if you take me to this other Fonlands.”
“Fine! If it still exists. There are sad things occurring on the multiversal structure.” Lêgba said, mostly mumbling at this point, his lips have swollen larger since he arrived.
“You know about what is happening?” Yana asks with surprise. “The Smiting Chamber showed me.”
“What do you mean?” Lêgba asks but he isn’t speaking anymore.
“Cure him!” Yana says to Owuo with exasperation. She flaps her large wings and hovers over everyone. “Bring him to the mist when you are done.”
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