Hexes and Henchgirls by ConfusedGnome34656 on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

In the dim glow of a dingy warehouse, a colored security camera flickers to life, recording an epic confrontation that would become the talk of the underworld. The grainy footage shows a figure moving with graceful ferocity, unmistakably Mama Mojo, her form a blur of white and beads as she battles a swarm of henchgirls amidst a heist in progress.

The camera, though limited in its ability to capture the vibrant spectacle, nonetheless records Mama Mojo’s power. With each fluid motion, she casts hexes and minor curses, her hands weaving through the air like a conductor of dark symphonies. The henchgirls falter under her spell, stumbling as if the very shadows turn against them. It’s a dance of chaos and control, and for a moment, the balance tips in favor of justice.

But then the narrative shifts. From the corner of the frame, a figure steps forward, clad in nondescript tactical gear. In their hand is a device, its purpose sinister and function clear even through the camera's limited resolution. The device emits a silent pulse, unseen but for its immediate effects. Mama Mojo’s movements falter; her spells dissipate into the stale air of the warehouse.

The camera captures the stark transformation as her power is siphoned, her stance buckling under the sudden, unexpected vulnerability. The henchgirls, sensing opportunity, converge. There’s a struggle, fierce and desperate, but without her powers, Mama Mojo is outnumbered and outmatched.

The last thing the security camera records is the superheroine’s capture. Her hands are bound; her head is forced down. The henchgirls drag her out of frame, leaving behind an eerie silence. The screen is filled with the disarray of the aftermath, and then the footage ends, cutting to static as if the camera itself can't bear to watch any more.

This recording would later surface, spreading through the clandestine networks and the dark corners of the internet. It serves as a chilling testament to the moment when Mama Mojo, the beacon of hope and power, was rendered mere mortal. And as the static clears, the question lingers: where is Mama Mojo now?