What the… no, Sunday, Hiding behind the statue will NOT help…

Pardon her, this is her slasher-victim moment, it will not happen again

It’s starting to get a bit confusing with all the Marassa pieces around, so, let’s try to clarify the mess.

• Eshu : Receptacle of half Marassa’s soul. without the soul piece, this is only an inanimate wood puppet.
• The stone heart placed in Eshu: Mojo of Marassa’s half soul, real vessel of the soul, can link the soul to the body it is in. it used to be one of the pendant around Marassa’s necks.
• Marassa’s body : Remains of the Marassa who died on the pyre, 200 years ago, regularly ‘healed’ by the healers. He does not have a conscience, but contain Marassa’s last sensations and emotions. Which were: PAINFUL.
• The handsome young man on this page :This is Marassa’s half of soul, who was put into the puppet and hence, Eshu’s « charming » and easy-going personality.
• The Witcher : The other Marassa brother, who self undead himself and hid his half of soul somewhere.
• Mojo: His mojo Viviane’s charm, which contain the Witcher’s half soul.

I’m… not quite sure it clarified anything, actually.

Also, I had to draw a chart for my own use cause i was getting lost myself.

And for the lore: Yup, this is Sad/Sadiah real appearance, when she died at 15. I didn’t dressed her in a poncho, she is wearing the khanga that Sunday used to sew herself a dress. Yes, I’m being overly precides, I know.

This may sting a bit.

There is a lot, WAY too lot, things happening in this first panel.

Deafpot is Peepers and Talkative other ‘sister’ and is, as its name imply, deaf as a pot, which mean it can’t always manage it’s voice volume.

Oh, and one other detail, Peepers, Talkative and Deafpot were inspired by the Three wise Monkeys… You know. Them.

Guess which is which. You have three try for each.

This is the before the last pages of the chapter.

That was the very moment I realized I was reaching the end.

There it is.

This is the end of the chapter and the main story… I have to admit, the first time I uploaded this page was a big moment…. and a very small one.

Here be Voodoo took over my brain space for eight years, I had a weekly well oiled habit of writing/ thumb-nailing/sketching/cleaning/inking/traming/finishing/uploading and to think it was just going to stop was… depressing.

and at the same time, uploading the last page was just another step, let’s get to the next one !

(Yes, there is a lot of reasons I study art, but one of them is I’m not good at anything else, writing included.)

But, the story is not quite done !

See you next Monday for the beginning of the 10 pages epilogue: Burying the dead!