Africa Does'nt Whisper...

 Africa doesn’t whisper—it roars. The land hums with memory, with ancestors who never left, with gods who still pace the dirt like kings. Under this sky, stars don’t twinkle politely; they glare down like spotlights, catching every secret you thought you could hide. And me? Tyler—the vampiric Envoy, Ra’s Parabatai, her Twin Flame, her cosmic sidekick-turned-eternal screw-up—was out here sweating under Ogun’s fire, trying to pretend training sorcery was just another Tuesday.

It wasn’t.

The fire cracked and spat like it had opinions. Ogun sat across from me, arms folded like steel, eyes sharper than blades. He looked like patience carved into iron. Me? I looked like trouble wrapped in surfer-boy golden sass, dipped in Scorpio venom, trying to hide that my heart was bleeding out for a woman tangled up with two men who weren’t me.

“Your mind is noisy,” Ogun rumbled, voice like thunder simmering.

“My mind’s always noisy,” I shot back, twirling the blade he’d made me forge. “Keeps me charming.”

“You confuse charm for chaos.”

I smirked. “Is there a difference?”

He didn’t answer. That’s the problem with gods—they drop truth like anvils and expect you not to flinch.

Let’s talk about the cosmic mess I call my life. Ra. My Parabatai. My Twin Flame. My best friend. My almost everything. She’s the gravitational pull, the wildfire, the reason my sarcasm has teeth instead of fangs. And yeah, I’m in love with her. Of course I am. You don’t bind souls across lifetimes and just shrug it off. But the universe, in all its slap-happy wisdom, dealt me the third card in a triangle no one asked for.

First, Erik. Lyran wolf. Her Starbound Dyad. He’s the noble type, the “cross a galaxy to save her” type. Together, they burn bright enough to make black holes jealous. I hate how good he is. I hate how right he is for her. And yet, I can’t hate him. Because Erik would die for her. He already has. More than once.

Then there’s Mehen. Crazy, mutherfucking Mehen. A god. A husband. A storm with muscles. He didn’t fall in love with Ra—he collided with her, devoured her, made her his obsession. Built palaces for her, threw banquets in her name, stalks her like she’s the last sip of water in a desert. And somehow… somehow she married him.

And me? I’m here in Africa, training with Ogun to be the deadliest sorcerer the Milky Way’s ever seen. Because if you think I’m just gonna sit back while a god chains the only person who’s ever made me feel alive—nah. Scorpio's nature doesn’t forgive. We don’t forget. We sure as hell don’t lose.

“You train for revenge,” Ogun said, not asking.

I shrugged. “I train for balance. And balance includes Mehen bleeding.”

The old god’s grin was all thunder. “Love fuels you. Hate fuels you. But fire consumes, Tyler. When you burn everything down, will you even know who you are?”

“Scorpios are born from ashes,” I quipped. “So yeah, I’ll be fine.”

Every day, training with Ogun cut me open in ways no battle ever did. He made me bend energy like it was molten metal, carve symbols in the dirt that hummed with power older than stars, walk into shadow realms, and drag back pieces of myself I’d buried centuries ago. He told me I was meant for this—shadow sorcery, bone-deep magic that tasted like blood and consequence.

He wasn’t wrong. Shadow feels like home. Vampires aren’t afraid of the dark—we are the dark. But now I was learning to weaponize it, to weave it into spells sharp enough to cut gods.

And every night, I pictured Mehen’s face at the end of my blade.

“You’ll never have her,” Ogun said once, reading my silence like an open book.

I looked up, fangs flashing. “Who said I need to have her? I just need to make sure he doesn’t break her.”

“And what if she chooses him anyway?”

“Then I burn him slower.”

That’s the thing no one gets about me. Erik loves her with honor. I love her with fire. But Mehen? He devours her with madness. He calls it love, but I know cages when I see them. Ra isn’t a goddess you worship—she’s a storm you dance with. And I’ll never let him convince her otherwise.

Do I sound obsessed? Good. That’s the Scorpio birthright. Call it obsession, call it devotion, call it insanity—I call it Parabatai loyalty turned nuclear.

The truth? Sometimes I hate myself for it. For wanting her. For watching her laugh with Erik, kiss Mehen, cry into someone else’s arms while I’m the eternal comic relief. The funny one. The charming one. The guy who saves the day but never gets the girl.

But here’s my secret: I don’t want the girl. I want the queen. The warrior. The woman who carries galaxies in her chest and laughs in the face of gods. And if she never chooses me, fine. But she will damn well know that I was the storm at her back when everything else tried to break her.

One night, Ogun asked me the question that gutted me.

Ogun: “Would you kill Mehen if it meant losing Ra forever?”

I stared at the fire until it burned holes through me.

Me: “I’d kill him even if it meant losing myself.”

That’s Scorpio truth. You want soft? Ask a Libra. You want loyalty that burns through centuries? Ask a Scorpio. You want revenge so sharp it tastes like love? That’s me.

Africa has been reshaping me. Not just the training, but the land itself. The ancestors whisper here. The drums at night are heartbeat and prophecy. The stars judge you, and the moon doesn’t let you lie. Every day I bleed into the soil, and every day it bleeds back strength.

I’m becoming something more than Envoy, more than vampire, more than Parabatai. I’m becoming the storm Mehen never saw coming.

Because one day, Ra will see me not as the charming friend, not as the sarcastic shadow in her orbit, not as the Twin Flame she tries not to burn with. She’ll see me as the storm that rewrote her fate. And when that day comes, Erik will howl, Mehen will rage, and the galaxy will hold its breath.

And me? I’ll just smile.

Because gods don’t scare me. Wolves don’t scare me. The only thing that’s ever scared me is losing Ra.

And I already lost her once.

Never again.

Ogun rose, his shadow massive against the fire. “Train harder, Tyler. Because gods will come. Wolves will come. And the woman you love will be caught between them. If you fail, the universe falls.”

I grinned sharp as fangs, sass dripping like venom. “Then let’s hope the universe packed sunscreen. Because when I burn, I burn everything.”