Laaroye died, a taste of vengeance on his tongue and contempt for the one god who refused to protect him. The goddess being Oya, the mother of Storms and War and weather. And the intermediary for the dead.   Laaroye should have been deified as the Orisha of vengeance and revenge because he sure as heck did not go to the other side of life as a calm and satisfied spirit being.  Once Laaroye had been ambushed in his place of abode, the human craftsman was busy sleeping peacefully, after saying a prayer of peace and protection to the goddess Oya.  Oh, only if he did know how foolish it was of him to do that. Not that it did not promise his great reward of him being defied. So, if you really want to look at it, it was worth it.  However, the pain cannot be negated.  When the envious humans and their conspiracy plans had been fully birthed, they came to where he had to stay for the night, wearing charms

The room was quiet, the only sounds being present being the gentle shuffling of grasses by the wind. Even the birds seemed to have taken a vacation of their chirping here and there, filling the room with a sense of emptiness in some way. The incense lamps kept on burning, inside the room, their smells reaching out to all the corners of the room. The smells being a choking sweet smelling aura that flooded everywhere. The occupants of the room were only but three, of the three of them, two were females. That is, if one were to consider the half dead semi transparent body of the Familiar Prime as living. And based on the state of the latter, only two of them were conscious enough to hold a conversation among themselves.  "So, if I tell you, would you… would you make everything alright?" Ronke asked, her eyelids drooping. "Ah! Here we go again!" Iyabo replied now, resisting the urge to roll her eyes now  "Like I said before, I am saying

Speaking of heroes, Bayo was her hero. When they had started out on the journey from Amnor together, Bayo was the one, out of the lot, whom she had been drawn to. She had seen him after all, the time when he had fought with Jasper against the Huntress then. How much he had thrown himself into the fight, trying to ensure that Jaspar was out of the way of danger. At least, until Jaspar had to fling him out and away. He never gave up on a fight, even when the odds were stacked greatly against him. Or was it when her brother had come to battle with the mercenaries then?  In the time when she was just about to be dealt with finally, Bayo had stepped up into the fight and swiftly turned the tide around. Her own hero.  Or was it their getaway from Laprisha when he had conjured enough Agabra to power Shin's teleport? He was selfless, the one who had taught her about the Spiralling Sphere technique and the manipulation of the two Laws