Now, pay attention.
A demon wave is something that you would not want to face unprepared. At all costs, you must not be caught unprepared against it. For the reality of things is this, demons are not rational beings many can reason with.
And when they are propelled by the madness of a wave, they are the last beings you ever want to have a relationship with. Now, we do know that there are others within the lower worlds who have maintained a friendly relationship with demons. The main one being the Drakonian Confederacy due to the many roots the demonkind have set within their territory. However before you lose focus and try to rationalize this, you must be aware.
The demons abiding with the Draconian Confederacy are all demons who are bound by treaty and treatise. Without these, the demons are unbearable to stay with. Not to think that the Draconian Confederacy have to use an iron fist to make them stay within the limits.
And whenever the wave does com
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"Domain Activation: Domain Infinitum" The Hand chanted. "What? H-How did you learn Infinitum?" Asoju Temi stammered in fright, his entire body shaking tremendously. Infinitum was a high level Domain technique. With Infinitum, even the simplest of attacks can be multiplied in intensity and durability against the most powerful opponents within a Domain. And having Infinitum cast against him, this was it. Asoju Temi shivered. And for the first time, his own life flashed before his eyes. "No… matter… I must defend!" He said, trying to raise his spirits." This was not for him to waiver in his defences. After all, most battle in a Domain had ended the moment the opponent realized that they had been captured in the Domain. If he was to waiver and lose hope and trust in himself and his prowess then it was pretty much over for him. Moreso, that would only go to solidify the Ill reputation he had going on about his name. That
Bayo whimpered just as the bodies of Asoju Temi and the Hand of the Sect dropped from the plain sky. He blinked one second and had seen a sudden enveloping of spatial rupture in the sky. Followed by the disappearance of the Hand of the Sect alongside the Emere. Then the next second it was all gone and then they were out there. The time difference had been minimal. It was only but a second difference to Bayo. Except that right now, he could see that a lot had happened. However, what did happen, he did not know about that. He was sure of one thing, whatever did happen, it must have been really disastrous. Disastrous enough to have gotten the Asoju Temi in a really bad shape. The Hand of the Sect stretched rather lazily now, a smile still on his face However as Bayo observed him from the top of the hill where he was still perched on, extremely terrified, he could spot a faint trace of sadness in the eyes of the Hand of the Sect.
Damn… Bayo whimpered. The two of them had been moving at the speed of light or maybe even faster. Did that not mean he was really done for if he got on the bad side of the Hand of the Sect? As those thoughts crossed through the mind of Bayo,. Observing the form of the one who he had begun to hold in admiration,the Hand of the Sect looked drunken with laughter and excitement. He looked down on Bayo. Which Was not a deliberate thing but rather because of the extreme difference in height so it couldn't be helped. As he did, a sliver of mischievous sparked within his eyes as he dropped to his knees. After doing that, he yawned, stretching his hands into the sky and then laying them before him. Thereafter, adopting the monk position, watching a rather terrified and exultant Bayo. He shook his head slowly, taking in slow breaths bfroe moving to likc his fingers and giving out a deep exhalation. As he did that, the chains in his arms began to rattle, although
Why is it that the ones you love and admire are the ones who often hurt you the most? Heartbroken, Bayo could only wince and squeak in pain as his body went on a hyperbola only to come crashing down at the next ending point. His fur was grappled hard, with fingers that depicted that they were not here for anything other than business. The chains grinded against his flesh, ignoring the coating of fur to directly smother and smite into his body. They rotated, taking a sharp and sudden grind as they smothered against his flesh continously. And unable to groan in pain, his body soared in the air once more and then slammed hard again. With each swing and slam, a hearty laughter erupted from the mouth of the maniac, the Hand of the Sect. Why? Why? Why must it always be this? Why??? Bayo whimpered as he slammed down again, his mind ablaze. Why must it be when I decide to trust someone, to have a feel of their
"I despise those who take advantage of the Weak. I despise those who abuse their power. I despise you all!" The Serpent croaked out, coiling around Bayo while the Hand took several steps backwards only to fall on his bum. And frightened, the only words that escaped his lips as he tried to scamper off were... "Rainbow Serpent, Osumare!" "Yes, say my name. " The Serpent said with a slithery smile on its snout. Even though it appeared to be really very annoying, there was still the giant trace of it enjoying the desperation on the Hand of the Sect. "You have enjoyed toying with him. But not once did you consider that the weak should be protected by the strong and not toyed by. And this is one thing I hate!" He said, it's croaky voice appeared to echo for meters now. Bayo turned around as he shivered in fear. This time, he did not need the ability of the Agbara Sensing Fox to know what was up He could feel it. Eve
The missing accounts are numerous actually. They say when you lose something, if you don't put thoughts to it, it becomes something that never matters. I'm fact, in more appropriate terms, when you lose something and you choose not to remember it, the whole matter of it loses its worth that you ever placed on it. It is for this reason that we are able to forget things and be at absolute rest and once with it. There are many forgotten records. Many histories which have been displaced and then taken to be nought as time passes. They say time heals all wounds. And that is true Except that in this case, it means that Time also clears all memories. Now logically a memory that is not visited over time begins to lose essence within our mind frame. Being that we ever have to use our minds to survive and rationally exist, we must be willing to let go of the mundane to take control of the vibrant. It is not denia
When I received the message of the Incarnations of Trixius being in the reach of the First Heavens, I did as I would be expected of. Promptly I left, together with the handpicked persons the Sect had chosen for me, down into the First Heaven to await the personification of the First of Trixius 21 one Souls, the First Born. However, what I did not expect was that The Emere would follow down there to attempt killing what was of the legacy of Trixius. To be very honest, I would have stayed in the background, observing the creature of interest whilst keeping it safe from the ever preying hordes of demons and beasts in the chaotic realm but, you would agree with me that my actions were of a necessity. Although, there is an underlying danger that word about our existence may come to limelight, of which we are not ready for the consequences, but I highly doubt that. <
"Ahh!" Iyabo moaned as her eyes went wide with light pulsing through it. Her lips parted as well as her chest was pushed out further. The next second, she reached him out for a shocked Ronke who was just dispersing her technique. That is, the technique she had wanted to use to attack the Iyabo earlier. Light swooshed and the atmosphere blurred, everything clearing into thick mist and obscuring all from sight. In the midst of all of this two light beams aepare, color flickering on and off on them. It took about some seconds but even more, the colors affixed to the beams of light. Solidity bgan to take place, both of the forms gradually beginning to become the figures of two ladies. Iyabo and Ronke. Iyabo heaved, her chest rising and falling as she looked around with a smug look on her face. She had her staff in the right hand even as she looked to the side where Ronke was. "What is it?" She asked. "I… I don't k
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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