“Whoever said I was doing this for you?” Bayo said, earning for himself some scoffing from Yasmin. He smirked and then shrugged his shoulders. And while he did that, the soul genie went on ahead to the screen, pressing and clicking some more buttons even as Bayo remained behind him.
However, Bayo could not help but fear just a bit. He knew that so far as the screen was involved, there was very little he could get or even know in comparison to Yasmin. Yes, it was his soul but then it had been Yasmin who had really been running things here for so long now. And that was the bare truth about the whole matter.
His heart skipped a beat as he thought of this. What if, just what if it was Yasmin who did get to find out about this ominous secret of his? And then the soul genie, or rather the Soul Remnant of Trixius the Great was to bail on him using that secret, if th
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And of course, you would trust Laaroye to pray once more for deliverance. After all, he had done his night prayers to Oya. In fact, his murderers had taunted him on that, asking him to say a prayer to save his life. They mocked the Gods by doing so but then again they had the protection of the orisha of War, so yes, what could possibly go wrong? Laaroye was devout. And if you are thinking about what happened to the prayer, he did pray to Oya earlier then, you should dispel your thoughts for here you would be clarified. You know that very much Laaroye was being taunted to pray, surrounded by his murderous fellows, the fire razing onto his skin and stripping him of the flesh he had on. Laaroye steeled his face and ground down on his teeth, enduring the pai
Unsure of what to do, he reached out his hands to beckon to Yasmin. “Yasmin, are you seeing this?’There was no response or even an acknowledgement from Bayo. Surprised, Bayo looked back only to see that the scene had changed greatly. He was no more in the Soul Space of himself. Which explained why he did not get to hear or see Yasmin.Rather than that, he appeared to be in some sort of desert. And the eyes which were staring at him now seemed to have some more visibility, the space behind them taking up the faint outlines of a body. A body which glowed with the seven colors of the rainbow even though it was faintly. “Wait... what the heck?’ Bayo sputtered.He looked behind him, and saw himself there too. Or rather the same version of himself that had been here right there, when the serpent was talking to him.Bayo squinted. Had he travelled back to the past?``Hey, can you see me?” He waved his hands at the serpent but there was no acknowledgement
“Question of the year, what were the things I went through then?” Bayo mused. “And why was he talking about that in past tense… Wait, oh my Gosh, this does mean that Yasmin is indeed correct. I really do have missing memories.” He added more musings.“I don't want you to remember it. However, the time to remember all of that is now. You must remember." The serpent said as the current Bayo jumped to his feet.“Remember… I know that is an everyday word but hold it… You really do think I am trying my best here to make the best of this?” Bayo said again.However, much like the other time, the Rainbow colored serpent did not even budge his way and continued talking onto the former Bayo, much like he was not actually there. Which of course, he was not. For it was just a memory he was somehow reliving.“You must remember, Bayo!’ The serpent said now and time seemed to pause albeit just briefly.“I mean, come on, you literally just told me to remember…” He looked up to the se
Some of the richest places of culture and wellness are within the depths and the heights of the Second Heavens. True that they are the ones who are the closest to the first Heavens which is the abode of demons and every foul spirit. Yet they have the most origin story than most places which have ever existed, that is, if you did not consider the fact that teh Eledumare made the humans. For the fact that Eleduare made the humans, that should be more than enough to compete for more authenticity than any other story. Sorry, creators Privilege. Who are we to contest that? Certainly not me, I must say! The Second Heavens is largely dominated by the Drakoniain Confederacy which is more than a World Power. It is a Super World Power and even if it is not openly admitted, most of the shows on stage are run by the drakons and there is very little the other dWorld Powers in the area could do about it. That said, the other populace would be the Adze Circle, some outp
Bayo braced himself this time, shutting out the massive echo of pain within all of his joints. 'One more' he told himself, trying to encourage his tired limbs and weary wings. He had to push. If he did not push, then it was assuredly, he would die. And that was not within his plans. He did not get a new life to sign up for a short death entry. He wanted to love this new chance he got at life to the fullest. To make the best of friends, the best of memories and help people as much as he could. Even though he had said to himself that he would rather be alone than be with people, there was still that lingering sensation of being around people. The sort of feeling he had experienced by being with Jaspar. Commitment, respect, that sort of thing was what he wanted. And Dying here, was rudely ripping that dream from him. 'Wont… die… here!' Bayo muttered within his painstruck mind. His vision was hazy, his wings weary. The fa
Why was she thundering? Why was she furious? If she knew she was.going to be angry, why had she not actually done the lots to save Laaroye? And even if Ogun had protected those humans from any hurt, rendering herpowee storms against them ineffective, could she not have beseeched another god to help convince Ogun? Or even still, she was supposed to be all knowing, with the theory we all have about the gods, right? Could she not have found that out earlier and directed Laaroye not to sleep home? There are several theories and alternative courses of actions that have been drafted out. Many blame the Goddess for the death, as did Laarpue himself but then, we all fail to notice that the Gods are really not that invincible. As much as I say this, I am not blaspheming but only speaking from the facts and theories that have presented themselves over time. To humans this may differ but to this spirit beings, an Orisa is only as strong as the Law he
In the Second Heavens, there is the noticeable presence of many schemes which are placed to ensure there is easier living. WHy do I say this? In fact, this is no matter of why I say this or rather why must I state this? As the custodian of scrolls, I am exposed to so many knowledgeable pieces of information that are deposited in almost every of the Seven Heavens. That is, the heavens which are above us that are allowed for us to mingle with. Which of course, you would agree that this does not pass the realm of the gods, above that, there is no ore that we can lay hold on to make detailing on. So, then, having made this known, it is not in the question of whether I am qualified to lay down these facts. It is more of a question to know If I can effectively lay the fact judas it is. This context now refers to the place whereby the information i
Unless the divinity Orisha had spoken to her as regards that. Which would be nearly impossible. Oya was not exactly friendly to the other Orishas. So then what could Oya that could really salvage the entire situation? She hated to let down on those who really counted on her. Or maybe it was simply because she was pissed that Laaroye had cursed her right before he died. Still, she did the unthinkable. She had gone ahead to the Boat of the dead. Her mission was pretty much simple. Itw as to retrieve a particular soul, the soul which was Laaroye. Now, before this, Oya was the Intercessor for the dead souls of some sorts. SO then when she had gone to meet Iku, the Divinity of Death, she had been on some sort of familiarity grounds with him. However, death is always death. He didn't really enjoy her
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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