Oya; Orisha of Lighting, War, and Hurricanes...

Remember that Generalisima he treated? There was an ulterior motive there. Though in the modern age she was called Adebowale Ogunleye, in days gone by, before the Muslims and Cristains drove her worship to the brink of cessation, she was a warrior goddess of lightning, hurricanes, and sorcery. Now Aesculapius was no fan of war and destruction, but Iaeiros Argyris had a small problem where the former War-Lady of Iji Iwaju was concerned: he was dating one of her sisters: the "Orisha" Oshun's avatar Ibú Akuaro, an incarnation of the Yoruba goddess of of rivers, love, fertility, and beauty...

*Knock-Knock!*

"Enter!" Iaeiros called out, looking up from the medical trial briefing on a new anti-rejection serum that was being developed by Prescott Pharmaceuticals, and saw Oya standing in his doorway.

For all that she bore a dozen scars from various battles with the forces of the governments of Nigeria and Benin, she was still a stunning beauty, blessed by her sister Orisha with the kind of looks for which supermodels would kill. Her skin was black as the Earl of Hell's riding boots, her hair poofed out from her head in an Afro two feet wide, and her breasts jounced and jiggled in a way that would be very sexy if he weren't already involved with another member of her pantheon. As he well knew, she could, with a few hours preparation, summon up a devastating thunderstorm; not to mention, had she not been a wanted fugitive on the run from Interpol who he was jeopardizing his career by not having hospital security detain right now, being a fencer capable of effortlessly besting any Olympic athlete you cared to name and sweeping the gold medals for all three women's fencing categories.

"Hello Oya, what can I do for you?" Aesculapius asked, reverting to his divine persona as it was safer than speaking to the hunted goddess in her mortal guise...