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
well, this is interesting. BACK TO BUG EATING, EH? Ooops! I forgot. this is only but a memory. Lol Oh snaps! when do we get to the main dish here?
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
From the very moment his eyes rested on them, he knew what was next. And not just know, his Agbara Sensing ability could very much tell as well. That the Hand of the Sect was equally a behemoth of vast, unimaginable powers. But between the two of them, he could not tell who was stronger. Not that it bothered him much. It was very much preferable that he did not know their power ratings otherwise he could be on the verge of hyperventilation. He was scared, regardless. But at the moment, the saying that Ignorance was bliss seemed to somehow pacify him. In truth, if Yasmin was still around, he may have been able to find out about that. And he would have done that rather easily too But this was not the dispensation of Yasmin being around Since the strife at Amnor, he had barely had himself to stay alive. And already Yasmin was absent for most of it so he was adjusting that much. Perhaps, that may go up ahead to bu
"Ha! Blast away" Asoju Temi roared out immediately, a semi transparent cloud firing around his mouth. Immediately, the Hand of the Sect who had had his hand on the head of the Emere gasped. The corresponding moment, a sudden surge of energy blasting out against the chest. The next thing, The Hand was up in the air, his body hurled far away from the Emere. "Hah!" The Hand cursed just as he crashed down against the hard ground. He slapped his left hand against it in frustration and then jerked his legs. As he did that, in smooth transmission, his body gilded back, the mass of him promptly fixing on his bent legs. "Damn Emeres and their Charm Speak." He cursed out, his face revealing anger and irritation. "H-how
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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