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
Well, Poor Bayo. He is yet to be really terrified. Mhmm....
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
The Orisha that we have would never band together unless of course, there was something which was universe level threatening. You could attribute this to the fact that the Orisha are individually egoistic, being that they have come into massive power. And so they did not see anyone else as their equals. But then the female Orishas were known to also band together sometimes. Then you could also analyze and rationalize that it was the men who were filled with their manly egos and all but then the real truth is this, the Gods would never band together, male and female unless there was something that was really universe level threatening. Recall that the Orisha had been created by Eledumare as guardians of the various aspects of reality. So, then again, saddled with this responsibility, it was
In this new place where he had come to call the heavens, the real currency in this place was Agbara, the proper name for Ambient energy that usually flow all about the place. The laws which were being used were only to manipulate the Agbara to do their biddings. Therefore, Byao thought, if he was actually going to make it out here, then he would have to make sure that he had hsi tanks filled out already. And honestly, he was pretty much emptied out. Looking farther around, there was no source of Agbara replenishment. It was safe to say that the First Heaven was really dried out in terms of this sort. In a way, while it was comforting to know that it was this dry because he had not run into any other life form around him. At least, any life form which was daring enough to come to him, but then again, it was depressing because it was a two way thing
You see the perk about being the King of the Orisha is that you just learn to equally balance both sides with one side feeling cheated in any way. It was a task which was fit for only one person. A duty which once again proved the versatility and resourcefulness of Obatala as the one who could truly lead the God Faced with the battling of the Gods against Iku, he had to think fast. Obatala had to make the decision which would kke the cut in the long run. A compromise. One which if he did take, both sides would be equally sated. He could not just side with Oya; that would be prejudice on her side. Neither could he side with Iku; that would be impeding his work duty. And also favoritism. Still, he owed both of them the right thing. Which was a seemingly tough one to do. He could not deny Oya of the justice she wanted for Laaroye. Knowing fully well that Ogun had been involved, if he did lave the matter unresolved then the tendeclncy
Faced with the task at hand, the mind of Obatala, King of the Gods was rally conflicted. Even if he had to step up to it in finding a loophole in which both parties could be satisfied, he could not avert the fury of the rest of the gods. The fury of the rest of the gods who had been thrown into the hassle and had expectantly faced defeat at the hands of Iku in his domain. The Orisha as powerful as they are, have this sense of narcissism. This is something which we do not debate, as it is regarded as godly pride. Or something to which the worth of a God can be determined. Still in the layman terms, narcissism is narcissism. The gods held themselves highly based on their Aspectual Laws and because of this, taking a defeat from Iku had stung so badly. Even though they knew the exact reasons why they were being thrashed. As it was because they were battling him in his domain. Unfortunately, this was something their hurt egos did not allo
Bayo barely had his life in his own possession by the time the whole atmosphere had cooled down. Or rather calmed down. To use cool in a place like this was grossly an understatement. If he was not here in flesh and soul then he would have argued that. But being here was different. There was never anything cool or warm in this place. It was always hot. And the recent battle in this place had not helped at all. The temperature had spiked up worse than it was initially, so much that Bayo began to perspire. Tongue hanging out, he moved, trying to make sense of what to do next. It was clear to him, however. What he had to do next was for him not to die. At least, for him to spend some moments alone without having to race for his life. And the recent adventure he had undertaken, Bayo admonished himself, that had balls. To steal bits of Agbara from the two raging and battling creatures that had fought themselves to death? If he had not been
Demons. Allow me to clarify one thing. Demons are creatures, disfigured and extremely frightening to those of lesser minds to process their kind. And in likemind, a demon is also as irrational as the disfiguration it has all over its body.. That would mean that it applies very little to no sense when it does sense a cluster of Agbara. Especially in places like the First Heaven. That is, Agbara sources whichs re rather alien to it's make up and composition. Demons use the Laws of Darkness, any other Law which does not correspond to Darkness would be an attractive force to demons. And regardless of whether the pool of Agbara is being generated by one who is on a whole different level then they are, they mind not. They would thrust themselves in battle and fight to their content.. For if there is anything a demon must crave above anything else, it is chaos. Absolute chaos. Even in the civilisations where the demons have claimed to become more rat
Anger rose from within his guts. Spite and hatred swelling up from his bowels all the way to his throat. His face crumpled, squeezing bitterly as he observed the Hand of the Tower of Red Light still smiling sheepishly at him. "Why?" He mouthed out whilst rising to his full height of 10ft. Why would anyone support an Ascender? Why would anyone want to save an Ascender? Why? The word stung his tongue bitterly, adding to his already sour mood. He wanted to devour,.to rip the Hand of the Tower of Red Light arm by arm. And then hang his skin as a rug somewhere. Not only was he standing against him, he was stopping him from claiming the last bit of respect he could retrieve by killing the Ascender. And even more, the Ascender remained on the little hill, watching both of them with an extremely terrified look. Seeing that, he tried to console himself now. It was good that the Ascender was not making a move yet. He co