You see, the stories about creation are explicit in the true sense of it.
When Eledumare created the Universe, he created the first beings that be. Understand first that Eleduamre is a cohesion between the two primary forces that existed before all of time. Olorun, Olofin and Olokun, each of them playing a pivotal role in how the gods did come to be. They set out in various spheres of curation, all of which constitute the reality that we live in. And once they were done, there was the general sensation that something was lacking. Some other present which was not them. Something other than them.Now, at this junction, you may be thinking about how this may correlate with Obatala being the First Orisha. If this is you, then be rest assured that you are wrong. It really does correlate but not in the way that you think it.___________________Culled From: How the Gods Came to Be; As written by Historian Culminus____________________<...This is a work of fiction. I do not support gender based aggression. The Masquerade concept is a concept in Yoruba land and was only told as it was, being that the Pantheon used here is of Yoruba Culture. Thank you for reading, [Chapter 60]
Obatal, the King of the Gods and the King of white cloth. The first amongst the Orisha but certainly not the first being that existed, un terms of being supernatural.Obatala was, in fact, a secondary plan on the part of Eledumare as he/they attended to the affairs of the Earth.Awed by other awesome creation possess, Eledumare set about creating another being which would be like them. Perhaps someone to keep them company. Someone who could best appreciate the art of their works.They did, in their graciousness, give this being powers which could be deemed to be equal to theirs. While it would be rather interesting to discuss why transpired after the creation of this being, the purpose of this document is not to that extent.In other terms, Obatala is the focus of this book. And without doubt, we do know how the story did play out. Obatala was the substitute being who was created in place of the first being. After Eledumare had emerged.Obatala was c
Obatala was not entirely a Saint. Truth be told.He was tasked with the creation of the first beings, and the renovation or in better words, the beautification of the planet Earth which Eledumare had created.To go about that, he had to maintain a constant presence with Eledumare, learning as much as he could. Prior to that, the existence of great and mysterious creatures had already being in place. Here in the Heavens.The Heavens is the first place to ever have living beings. And not just any beings, beings with a measure of tremendous power. However, for the sake of this publication, we should not divulge deeply in that. Needless to say, the core focus of this document is to highlight Obatala, who was created as a substitute for the forest sentient being, after Eledumare.Thus talking extensively on other topics would not necessarily cut it.How did Obatala go down to the Earth? There was no record of World Bridges them. Indeed, there is no substa
Perhoas it was because of the charge that he received that made Obatala erratic. Or it was simply because of the joy that he was the second one to be chosen, the first Orisha went to Earth in drunken stupor.He had taken with him some palmwine which was freshly fermented, thereby having high levels of alcohol in it. This he had gulped down upon getting to then point where he would reach down to Earth.When he had reached rendenzous point, he had being quite drunk enough. But then not drunk to the point that he could not navigate his way. He took the golden chains which Eledumare crafted specially for him upon hi request, the legendary item that he is known for this day - The unbreaable eternal chains of Obatala.Alongside, he took with him a snail shell and then a poultry fowl, hugging most to his left hand while his right hand kept hoisting the golden horn containing the palm wine for his convenience. If we are being honest, it was really understandable. After all, w
With his snail shell, the unbreakable chains of gold and the poultry fowl, Obatala was set to get about his assignment.He chose the best spot available that he could find, using it to descend down to Earth. Of course, he still had his horn of palmwine with hm, caught up in the ecstasy of duty.Once he had gone down, he pulled the chain taut and then proceeded to slip down the rest of the chains to Earth. He had the shell and the fowl under his armpit while he used the other free hand to hold onto the chain. His lips being the nearer of the horn, aided by the tight clamping of his dentition on the lid.And then he got to Earth, setting about his duty.Dutifully note that at that time, all about the Earth was full of Water. Hardly was one spot for him to land. It was at this juncture that he reportedly took out the snail shell and then poured out the sand content to a spot on the waters.Having down that, he set the fowl loose.______________
Seeing Shin shake and spasm as he remained in that meditation pose shook the heart of Bayo greatly. He felt a pang of guilt rushing through his mind, after all, it was quite evident that Shin was trying to reach up to the idealistic version of him. Even though personally, Bayo did not see how Shin could possibly see that he was of any influence to him.“You need to take some breaths in now, Shin. Be calm!” Bayo said, trying his own best to lighten the situation at hand.However jut as he said that, a sharp bust of rage exploded from Chief Bamiro behind him.“I refuse.” Chief Bamiro blurted out, taking over the entire spatial arena with his influence. “You can't do that. Shin is an Ascender of Victory and his dual law is the Law of Wrath. You can't master Wrath if ou choose the path of calm. Stop disturbing my teachings.” Bamiro added, saying a couple of words in less than a minute.“What?” Bayo turned around, shocked at the sudden outburst of Chief Bamiro. “Y
Immediately Hana turned towards him, Bayo did not need to be told, things err definitely going to spiral down from there. He only wished that now that if chaos were to start, the Battle Arena would indeed live up to its expectations and hold them in.After all, they had had way too many pit stops to allow another thing like this come in the way of the journey. Not that it was of any personal matter to him, he did not want to let Ronke down. And then again, he had a debt that he could pay, for now, through Ronke.And as if was, the best bet at having that actualised was to work out a way where they were able to get down to the Familiar Realms and get the Dragonweed which was neccesary to cure his onetime friend, Jaspar. The only one who had really stood up for him, prior to his meeting with Ronke and the Hadjans.Now, Hana was up against him. Although it was Hana per say, it was more like the deity inside of her was trying to make some grand appearance but then a
“I close my eyes. Not really though but then I kickstart my imagination and I start to weave a shape.” He paused, his eyes lighting up behind his glasses as he turned to Bayo now. “You know stick figures, right?” “Yes, what does that have to do…” Bayo could remember how he had impatiently cut in. “Perfect!” Shin cut in now. “I imagine the shape of each of them and then begin to wear a cloak of Agbara. If you can do this, then you can.. Ouch!” --- [See Chapter 116]- --- Remebering the words that SHin ahd said to him back then at the Fores
“Interesting.” Chief Bamiro said, clapping his hands as he began to walk towards Bayo. “You took the mistress of space by surprise. And coupled with Hana rejecting her in the first place, she was no match for you. You do have the potential, don't you?” Bamiro said, his right hand latching to the shoulder of the first born. Bayo sighed, physical exhaustion running through each and every nerve in his body. It felt good, to be able to stand out against Hana or rather Ashabi in her maniac state but then the toll on his body, on his energy could not be ignored. Luckily, he did know that he had not pushed his energy to the extreme. If he had, Yasmin would have probably pushed out a warning. He felt the urge to check his soul status but then again, he hesitated, wanting to push that till some time later. After all, what was really what he was looking for
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No more did the noise of the crowd disturb the harmony of both Hadjans as they stood still, both of them staring at the ground. After Abiola dispersed the assembly, he had said a few parting words to the crew and then left, his head heavy in thoughts. The City was in mourning. Whether they blamed Ronke for bringing in Ascenders in or not, it did not change the fact that Ronke was gone. There was no way in the Seven Heavens that they were going to get her back. At least, not in the form she was, when she was alive. Ken and Spyder stood a while back, watching but not daring to say a thing. They had not known the crew for too long, their only actual connection being no one sles but Bayo. Now, Bayo was gone. Or rather, Bayo had gone rogue.
“He was an Ascender/” \ “How come we did not get to be told this?” “Ascenders are always evil. We know this.” “Why did you withhold this from us?” “Why Would she bring us to the services of an Ascender.?” “They say the boy was her lover?” “Is it true?” “ What is this? This is bad!’ “The Irunmole Could come down on us soon.” “What she did, not telling us, was bad.” ‘I don’t support this.” “Ronke did us bad.” Ascenders: Rising To Hero
I, Temi, former Asoju of the Irunmole Society and ambassador to the Draconian Confederacy hereby write, in this official statement in my defense, that I do not regret my actions so far. Nevertheless, it is not to your fault that I hold these things. I try very much not to dwell on what is past but in the same vein, the recent happenings have left me irked. So irked that I would rzae the heavens to get my vengeance. The one who cost me my pain, the Ascender and First Born of the abominations of Trixius. Fight and destroy every one of them until, at long last, my dignity is restored and the hand that struck me down is brought back in embers. I, upon my honor, I shall have the head of the First Born. Maybe, only maybe by then, you may come to believe me. To believe the extent of the severity of the threat that194. First Born's Judgement
Life is not one thing that is set in stone. Our fate is not set in stone. One moment, we may think we have it all but then at that same moment, Life plays its expensive jokes at our expense. There and then, the life that thought was perfect immediately takes a sour turn, making for nightmares what once thought we had. It is a pitiful tale of our own very existence but it is so that we must live. One by which we must abide in, as far as we are not gods. Even the gods themselves are fated to live lives in which they are not pleased with. What then is the confidence for us who are not even like the gods in any way? There is nothing in life, that being said, there is everything in life. Let us not think that at our best moments, we do not expect the worst. Always set out good things but then, keep a handy
“Did you know about this?” Abiola asked Ronke, mouth agape. “He is a monster.” “Yeah, that does not matter. We won.” Ronke dismissed the conversation. But on looking back, her eyes widened now. Several of the Familiars seemed stuck to even act as they stared at Bayo, standing over the gigantic mass of the Turtle Backed Sonic Beetle. She could instantly guess what they were thinking. Now, they would be putting two plus two together, making their observations about what was really happening. Holding her stomach now, she heaved and then screamed out, free hand in the air. What if they decide to turn Bayo over to seek the peace like they usually had to do/ Her Heart raced, numerous thoughts surging through them. She would have to find a way to protect him. Sh
Apart from absorbing bloodlines while you fight, what else did you notice about this battlefield/’ Yasmin asked Bayo as he flexed his fingers right in front of the Beast. The Turtle Backed Sonic Beatss was already in front of him and the form of it was indeed tremendous. Just like he had seen from a distance. It was fearsome, its huge buck tripling the confidence of the monsters as it stared at him balefully. “You Want some?” Bayo taunted. ‘Focus, Biayo.’ Yamsin Called out to him. ‘I know, I just want to say something to it. It's staring at me and making me feel somehow.’ Byao complained. The Beast in front of him seemed to study him with beastial intelligence. It remained still, pausing and waiting while its Beetle eyes
“Ah!” Ronke moaned as her body slammed helplessly against the ground. She thrust her hands to both sides, her vision hazy. Looking for something to grab onto and regain her balance. However, for each object she touched, she could only make out the soft, squished and slightly distorted forms of them. These were once living creatures. There were the bodies of the beasts which had been stuck down by the familiars so far. Pride surged in her heart but at the same time, looking on through the hazy vision of hers, she felt a bit of panic. What was Bayo up to now? “Hey, need a hand?” A voice called to her, helping her get back up. Rejuvenated by the source of the voice, Ronke summoned all of her will power as she rose, hefting
No matter what happened here, Ronke’s plan was not foolproof. Things could always go south. It was for this reason, Hana remained jittery all through the wave. None of that they had faced up till now could prepare them adequately to face a wave. She knew that much. Despite being Lord Classed, she still felt uneasy. Somehow, something would happen. Something that was unplanned for. That was what she looked out for. The one thing she would be able to tank out with her Lord Classed Soul Strength. Law of War churned in her soul space, furiously boosting her spirits as she held her blade, tense but ready for action. She dashed to the left, slicing through, her eyes shut. Fiery aura razing into the atmosphere about her as the air heated up considerably. Her mind went ablaze, alertness level surging high. This was the true power of the Lord Class. The Class were one had a Soul Aura, the first true step in the beginning of power ascension. She opened her eyes