She was born among the sugarcane fields on a tempestuous summer afternoon, a child of disgrace in some eyes and the ruination of a family line. Her Mother was the Voodoo Queen of the small un-named island just west of the Barbados and East Indian chains. Her Father unknown, but believed to be the last Master of the grandest of sugar plantations and the downfall of his lineage and families fortunes. She received a Christian name, as was the way when a child entered an orphanage run by misguided missionaries who one way or another ended up going native. She was Christened Immaculatta Garue in hopes of imbuing her with some shred of morality and manners. Years frittered away as she learned a little English and a lot of Magic and the ways of Men. Her form filled out and she became as sweet and sultry as the sugar cane amongst which she was born. She now worked those same fields in all the ways she knew, and with her sharp wit and silver tongue she climbed higher among the ranks of the slaves and field hands among the Rum Runners and bosses until she ran the fields, the docks and the Pleasure Ladies who kept the men in check. It was in the jasmine harvest season that she encountered Madamaselle DuBois . The Night air wept with the hypnotic perfume of 10 million flowers cut down inflagranto delecto, their last gasping breath a sexual release as their intoxicating perfume seduced both man and moth………. The trees burgeoning and laden with over ripe fruit bowed at her passing tossing withered petals at her feet a carpet of shimmering silver in the moonlight. Her workings were legendary and people came from the far reaches of the world to beg some favor some magical indulgence some voodoo spell some cunning woman elixir, and she obliged them all for coin or collusion. With power and intrigue came enemies and many fearful and upright townsfolk vilified and condemned Imaculatta yet to her face they called her by the respectful title of “Sweet Sugar Momma” even as they planned and plotted behind her back. She knew her time was running out but had few options to leave this slave island and start over again. She did have one very powerful and mysterious friend an old soul and master of other Dark Arts, his name was Ol’ Rudy and he was about to strike a deal. “Do you know your father my dear?” Came the raspy voice across bared skeleton teeth, candle light flicked against a gold tooth as a lipless mouth whispered in the dark……… “I knew him well before he fell from grace and into Darkness….. He was the Master DuBois of the great plantation now in ruin and the woman he cast off has come here to claim her estate and burn it to the ground…….. She will then leave this place still searching for the one treasure she desires most…. It is a treasure in my possession, it is the Captains Eye and I will surrender it to her when you both return
to the Villa she keeps waiting……… go find her, silver hair aflame in moonlight standing I am sure on the great balcony of the House that gave hospice to her treacherous husband and the end of her fortune ….. got tell her Ol’ Rudy has sent you and then set fire to this entire island burn it all and light up the night with dancing Hell Fire and raise the dead from their graves….” Ol’ Rudy rose up and strode across the floor of the sugar shack grabbed up Immaculatta and pulled her close almost crushing her in his supernatural embrace “Immaculatta dies in those flames tonight and all shall know you as the Sweet Sugar Momma……………forever
She was already running down the dirt road to the Plantation House carrying Ol’ Rudy’s words ringing in her ears when she heard the drums, the forbidden drums start as a murmur now building to a dull aching throb and soon to a booming driving rhythm she looked up to see a blood stained moon full and fulsome looming over the great house and just as Ol’ Rudy said a silver haired woman an elegant etching of aristocracy gone mad, was standing in it’s cold alien embrace. Sweet Sugar Momma called out, words falling from her mouth without her consent “Madame DuBois Madame Dubois!!! Ol’ Rudy has sent me with news of the Captains Eye and with orders to burn this island down”…… the Madame tuned away walked inside closed
the grand double French doors, took up an oil lamp smashed it exploding onto the floor and set the house on fire…… as she exited the grand front doors moments later the floors above erupted in crimson and orange flames her hair shone as if it contained the heart of that fire and she greeted Sweet Sugar Mamma with a kiss on each cheek…….. “Come my Darling Dear we have much work to do before dawn when we both shall depart this truly and wondrously God Forsaken island…….”
The drums now raged in the night, fire was everywhere and an uprising was underway. For as the enslaved rose against their tormentors, Ol’ Rudy set about raising the Dead who had a terrible score to settle with the living. Out of shallow graves out of forlorn coves out of stagnant swamps from under houses and shacks from dangling nooses the vengeful Dead walked the earth and walked into bedrooms and kitchens into nurseries and hospitals they spared no living flesh……. They walked through the very fires themselves spreading them in their passing until the entire island screamed and moaned in fear and agony………..the walking burning army of the dead appeared on the docks and now just stood there an undead procession burning brightly and bearing a silent “Bon Voyage” to the only ship to make sail from that infernal island and the only passengers being two unlikely traveling companions, an ageless encapsulation of Fallen Aristocracy and a sultry Voodoo Queen……..