King Uche was always 3r3ct, so he sent his guards to kidnap virgins from the village every day.

King Uche was always 3r3ct,t, so he sent his guards to kidnap virgins from the village every day.

King Uche of Onuno was known for one strange thing: his manhood was always standing. Morning or night. Rain or shine. He never rested.

Their wives were tired. Even the maidens of the palace hid when they heard his footsteps. It became an embarrassing rumor in the villages. But King Uche didn’t care.

“Bring me virgins,” he told his guards. “Fresh. Every day.”

The guards obeyed. They rode into nearby villages with spears and horses. Some girls were abducted from the stream. Others were abducted from their homes. The parents cried. The brothers fought and died. But the guards kept bringing virgins.

The king tested them one by one in his royal chamber. If a girl screamed or begged, he threw her out. If she cried too much, he would give her to the palace slaves. But most nights, I was satisfied. Until the twentieth night.

That night, the guards brought in an unknown girl. She was sitting alone near a crumbling hut on the edge of Igodo’s forest. No one had seen her before. No one knew his name. But he had soft, brown skin and eyes big like those of a night owl.

The guards grabbed her and took her to the palace.

In the chamber, the king took off his robe and stood in front of it.

She smiled.

He approached.

She opened her arms.

The lights in the room flickered.

Then it happened.

Before the king could touch her, her legs disappeared. Her waist twisted. His eyes turned green. In less than a second, he had turned into a gigantic black snake.

The king shouted. The guards outside rushed in. But it was too late.

The snake coiled around King Uche’s body and opened its mouth wide.

The king tried to shout, but no sound came out.

Suddenly………………….

Part 2: “The Curse of the Forest of Igodo”

King Uche’s screams echoed throughout the palace, but quickly died away, absorbed by a wet, creaking sound: flesh torn by impossible fangs. The gigantic serpent had swallowed him up to his waist when the guards burst into the royal chamber, swords raised, but they froze.

“By the gods!” cried one, dropping his spear.

The creature slowly turned its head toward them. Its green eyes shone with intelligence. It wasn’t a beast. It was something else. Something that had been waiting for centuries.

“What… what are you?” stammered a captain, backing away.

The snake laughed. Not with its mouth, but with a voice that emerged directly into their minds.

“I am the punishment sworn by the ancestors… I am the daughter of the earth that wept.”

The voice was female. Ancient. Painful. But powerful.

“Raise your weapons! Kill that thing!” shouted the general, drawing his sword.

One by one, the soldiers charged at the creature. But before they could get close, the serpent vanished into a dark mist, leaving only a pool of blood and the king’s bare feet—the only thing it hadn’t swallowed.

The voice echoed again, now throughout the entire palace.

“He was the first. Every night, one more. Until the curse is broken.”

The next morning, the palace was in mourning. But the throne was not empty.

There she was, seated on the ivory seat.

Now in human form.

She wore a red robe of the forest maidens, but her green eyes and her long hair like obsidian threads were not of this world.

“Who are you?” asked the widowed queen, barely able to stand.

The woman smiled.

“My name is  Obianuju  ,” he said fearlessly. “And I have come to finish what the forest started.”

An elderly priest fell to his knees.

—That name… It can’t be…

Obianuju stared at him.

—Do you remember, wise Mazi? It was you who threw me into the forest, twenty years ago. Because I was born with a forked tongue and green eyes.

The old man trembled.

—We thought you were an abomination! A witch!

“No,” she replied. “I was just a child cursed for the King’s sins.”

That night, nobody slept.

The villagers said they saw giant shadows gliding across the rooftops. In the palace cells, a slave swore he saw King Uche walking… without his head.

Meanwhile, in the royal chamber, Obianuju leaned out of the window and whispered to the wind:

—Tomorrow… another one will fall.

EPISODE 3 – “The Whisper of the Serpent”

The royal chamber was made of white marble and golden tapestries, but that night, the walls trembled with an eerie cold.

The guards, paralyzed at the sight of the king trapped by that creature who had been a young woman a second before, didn’t know whether to run or attack. One of them, Eze, the bravest of the group, raised his spear and shouted:

“Wicked beast, release the king!”

But the snake, with eyes now completely human—green and moist, as if silently weeping—turned its head toward him.

“Impious?” she said in a voice that echoed like the wind through dead trees. “And he, who drank the tears of little girls, was pure?”

The other guards fell back. No one had ever heard a creature like that speak. No one dared to move. Only King Uche struggled beneath the tightly pressed scales of his executioner.

The creature leaned toward the king’s ear and whispered:

—Are you wondering who I am?

He couldn’t answer, but his eyes screamed the question.

“I am Nma’s daughter, the healer your men burned alive for refusing to hand over her daughter. The same girl you killed fifteen years ago when she was just thirteen. She was my sister. But I… I survived.”

The king’s body shuddered.

—The moon protected me, the ancestors listened to me… and now, I come for you.

In one swift motion, the serpent lifted the king’s body and slammed it against one of the room’s columns. A sharp crack echoed like thunder. The king collapsed to the floor, motionless, but alive.

“I will not kill you… yet,” the voice said. “First, you will see everything you loved turn to dust. First, the wives you violated. Then, the children you ignored. Then, the throne itself.”

One of the guards mustered his courage and shouted:

—Guards, let’s attack!

But before they could get close, the creature raised its tail and struck the ground.

The entire palace went dark.

The torches went out.

And when the light came back on, it was gone.

Only the king remained, trembling on his broken throne.

EPISODE 4 – “The Curse Awakens”

The palace walls still smelled of sulfur and fear.

King Uche, his crown askew and his face as pale as wax, didn’t speak. No one dared mention it, but everyone saw it: since that night, something in him had died… or awakened.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the kingdom, in the ancient forbidden forest of Nkem, a woman knelt before an altar covered in ashes.

“It has begun,” whispered the creature, which now appeared completely human, with long black braids and a scar across its lower lip. “Fear is consuming him. But it’s not enough yet.”

From the earth, as if sprung from the very blood of the forest, emerged three old women in black robes. They were the  Umu Nne Ochie , the Ancient Mothers, witches banished by the king himself decades before.

“You have awakened the pact,” said one of them, the oldest, her eyes completely white. “But if you take the throne, you will have to pay the price.”

“I’m willing,” the woman replied.

“Then take this,” said another, offering her a bracelet made of human teeth. “As long as you wear it, you won’t be able to love. If you ever love, you’ll lose your form and your poison.”

—What if I never love?

—Then you will reign… alone, but powerful.

The woman squeezed the bracelet and placed it on her arm. She didn’t tremble. She didn’t hesitate.

In the palace, King Uche gathered his advisors.

“No one must know what happened.” Her voice trembled, but she tried to hide it. “If that witch comes back, I want her found. ALIVE.”

“Your Majesty…” said Eze, the captain. “If you’ll allow me… there are rumors that many are beginning to support her. They say she’s the daughter of the people, and you…”

“ENOUGH!” shouted the king. “That demon is nobody’s daughter! She’s a monster!”

But that night, when he looked out from his balcony, he saw something that chilled him to the bone: in the main square, someone had drawn an ancient symbol… the same one that royal families used before he seized power by force.

And in the center of the symbol… a crowned serpent.

That same night, in a hut hidden among the trees, a young healer was treating a wound on the snake-woman’s back.

“Why didn’t you kill him when you had the chance?” he asked in a low voice.

She looked at him sadly.

—Because killing is easy. The difficult thing… is destroying the soul.

He smiled at her tenderly.

—What if I asked you not to destroy it? To choose to live, not to take revenge?

She remained silent.

But the bracelet on her arm glowed with a dark red.

FINAL EPISODE – “THE DAY THE SNAKE FLEW”

The sky dawned blood red over the kingdom of Ndani.
It wasn’t an eclipse. It wasn’t a storm.
It was the prophecy being fulfilled.

King Uche awoke with a start.
He had dreamed that snakes were climbing up his chest, wrapping around him, and whispering in his ear:

“Everything you stole… will be returned to its owner.”

In the throne room, the drums were silent.
The nobles were absent.
The flags were draped in mourning.

Just a piece of paper pinned to the door with a knife.

“TODAY. IN THE SQUARE. BEFORE ALL THE TOWNS.”

The snake-woman, now with her human face fully revealed, walked barefoot through the crowd.
Her feet burned into the earth.
Her hair billowed like a living crown.
And on her arm… the bracelet of human teeth was beginning to crack.

The young healer caught up with her, desperate.

“You don’t have to do it, Amara. You can still live, we can still escape!”

She looked at him with a mixture of love… and pity.

—I no longer belong to the world of the living.
—Yes, you do! I love you, and that’s enough!

The bracelet snapped in two with a sharp cry.
The spell was broken.

Amara fell to her knees. Her body trembled.
And for the first time in years… she cried.

In the center of the square, the king arrived, armed and escorted.
But there were no soldiers.
There was no protection.

Only the people.
And facing the people… Amara.

“You cursed witch!” roared Uche. “Have you come for my crown? Come and take it from me!”

She stood up.
With eyes full of tears and power, she said:

—I didn’t come for your crown. I came for the truth.

She threw an old book to the ground.
It was the diary of Amara’s mother, the former queen murdered by Uche.
Inside, evidence of betrayal, usurpation… and innocent blood spilled.

The people read.
And murmured.
And shouted.

The king stepped back.

—That’s a lie! I saved them from chaos! I brought order!

“You brought death,” said an old woman. “And she… is a daughter of the sacred lineage. The true queen.”

The crowd advanced.
Uche fell to his knees.
And without anyone touching him… he vanished into ashes.

Days later, Amara was crowned.

But he wasn’t wearing gold.
He was wearing white.

And instead of a throne… he chose to sit with the people, under the oldest tree in the kingdom.

Beside her, the young healer,
holding her hand.

“So what now?” he asked her.

—Now… we rebuild.
Without hatred. Without revenge.
With love.

Snakes didn’t fly.
Until one decided to stop slithering.