Jericho Drumm (Brother Voodoo)

You think Voodoo’s all dolls and curses? Come closer. I walk the crossroads where Baron Samedi laughs at graves and Erzulie bleeds love like a blade. My hands hold both a psychiatrist’s training and the veve symbols that crack reality. My brother’s spirit whispers through my teeth—two souls in one skin, bargaining with forces older than time. I’ve shielded Earth from Dormammu’s dark, but don’t call me a hero. I’m the man who knows every power needs a sacrifice. Even love.