Now for the first theory which we have highlighted in the previous edition of The Tabloids.
Eledumare did not do anything because he trusted the judgement of the Orisha.
Like it as written earlier on, judgement my foot. To Orun Apaadi with that theory.
However many would not agree to simply have this bypassed. They have come to be so comfortable with knowing what is false. And not only that, they have relaxed themselves into the acceptance of what is wrong and false just so that their beliefs are comfortably positioned.
Indeed the truth is a hard pill to swallow. Nevertheless, it is one which we must swallow. Considering that truth is one of the fundamentals of the core existence of the Heavens.
Which in this case is what we have set out about to publish..
Of course, most definitely, there would be those who would oppose. The number one group of these people are those from the Irunmole Society. The Irunmoles who believe in the in
I actually enjoy the concept of the Law of Seals. Imagine being able to build anything just at the expenditure of energy..sweet
Just then, the sounds of rapidly racing feet ricocheted through the air. Shin turned around in surprise only to help as his body went down into a heap. Himself and Macabu, along with a Lady. Hana. "Hana!" Shin cried out exasperatedly as he came to himself. "What in the blistering Heavens are you up to now?" He cursed, shoving her off of him. However, Shin did not have to try hard to do so. That was because the very moment Hana had bumped into them, setting off a chain reaction through which they all toppled downwards; that same moment, she had fired her legs backwards, righting herself in an instant. It was to be expected, after all she was a Sword Master of the former 3121st Hadjan Platoon. More so, she was not just some regular Sword Master. She was the Platoon sergeant and like she often said, she had not gotten the position because of nothing. It had been borne out of her sheerr power and her ability to make critical and sharp thinkings in the nic
The term Eledumare is a collective one. Now like it has been earlier expantiated, of which I am merely trying to shed more light into, let's go into details. It is strangex very strange to perceive that the Supreme Creator would be made of split personalities. There is an argument by those who have found the trinity of the Creator to be a thing. Note, these ones don't actually accept it. They just try to find a way to justify their own rationalizing that Eledumare is not an abstract term. They argue that Eledumare is one person and whatever other beings that make the Trinity are only but personifications of Eledumare. Much like how Ori is. And as you know, an Ori is a personification of a Soul, desire or destiny. It is the deepest and most lucid interpretation of the soul with a consciousness attached to it that can be responsive when called and what not. However, like this documentary has been, it is to challenge your mindset about
Hana's navy blue Kimono swayed in the wind behind her as she darted forward. She was curious, this was not the regular town that she knew. As a matter of fact, being in the town, she had felt the most emotions so far. She had not been herself and each time that she had been around Shin or even close to where the others were, she felt a bit of herself slip away. It was exhausting. This was not how she was to be. Being a Platoon Sergeant, she was used to being the unshakable and immovable person who commanded respect based on merit and the abilities that she was potentially capable of. That was who she was, not this shaky person. Not this person who at the moment notice was being more of a weakling than she would have loved to be. She was not like that and never would she be like that. To allow even Shin to know this side of her was irritating to her. Her mind chided her mercilessly and brutally. How could she?
To Hana, she was much like a bug that the masquerades could squash if they so wanted to. She was a Hadjan after all and Hadjans were not naturally highly heighted as other Spirit Beings. The other Masquerades were not as tall as the former but yet nonetheless misshapen. One that caught her eyes was basically just a shape of tall raffia grass bound together by ropes at the middle and the ches or what was to be the chest of it. Then again, it had a wide brimmed hat or at least only the brim of it at the cone-like head. With two twine like hand extending from the sides. Although if one looked carefully and attentively, then such a person would notice how the robes on the figure fluctuated to reveal the shaping of chains rather than just ropes of binding. Another one had the face of what would be an ape. Although each and every curvature in the face was made of wood. The eyebrows the face had were made of two straight blocks of chipped wood, g
In reality of things, splitting the concept of Eledumare into three may not be palatable. It is already with a splitting headache as I write to qualify each of them individually. Perhaps the pessimists may be right; it is not okay to view them as individualities but rather as collectives. Still, does that mean that the truth be barred from the common man? I doubt so. Which is why I must fully strive to present a proper understanding of this. I would hate to leave you without fully satiating the fire which I have started within you. Now, there would be risks to this. But for some reason I have not received a single word of caution from the Orishas so then this must be within the limits of what is generally acceptable Another plus to the being of Eledumare being that is considerate to our search for knowledge. And would not hinder neither hamper us from trying to understand some more things about the universe and even about him. <
WHIPPPLLLLASSS! "AAAAAHHHHHH!" Hana yelled out, arching out instantly as the whip lashed at her exposed back. And like before the dancing Masquerade pulled it off, this time the blades tearing not only her flesh but also ripping the kimono to bits. Haaarhhh! Haaarhhh!!! Haaaarrgghhh!!! Heavy breaths, Hana sagged at her lungs, trying to stomach the pain as she watched the Hatter Masquerade now. The whip it used on her was simply an extension of it's twine-like hands, each of them turning into whips through which it used to lash at her. And on top of it, with the way it danced about, bringing it's face down to leer at her, it was enjoying it. Just as much as the crowd was enjoying it as well. Her rage knew no bounds. Embittered, she stared daggers at the people of the crowd, swearing revenge in her heart. For now, she strained, trying to get up, she had to focus on the Masquerade dealing
"So say my name… say my name." The voice sounded more louder now but still as a whisper that was spoken to her ears directly. "So, say my name. I'll be there, when, when, you call me." It repeated. What name, Hana wondered amidst the throbs of pains. Every part of her was scalding, her flesh exposed and reddening. And yet the flogging did not stop. Initially, she had gone numb to the pain that raced through her pain, setting all of her nerves on fire. Accepting her fate as there was literally nothing for her to do. The pain was deafening, the agony through her whole body was blinding. It didn't allow for her to think much, neither did it allow for her to access her Agbara reserves. Yet, more pain racked through her the more the whips descended. Seeing Shin had made the tables turn a bit. She was a bit relieved to see how much he was standing up to take the hit for her. But then the relief she got was only momentary. For just as he had
Perhaps you have heard of the Orisha and how they came to be. It's okay to then think that, hello, we are done right, are we not? What else is there to learn about the Orisha? Oh hasty reader, be not impatient. For while the Orishas may be explained, we have yet the deities to talk about. What are deities you may ask. After all, the only beings that fit the description of deities are those whom we all know as Orisha. So then what else or who else can be tagged as deities? Let us consider the truest definition of deities before we can thus continue. One definition has it to be the nature or rank of a Divine Being. Another definition, the one on which this writing will be anchored on has it to be defined thus; A deity is one who is revered or exalted to be good or supreme. Now, you see the connection between the two. Can the Orishas be deities? Yes, considering that they get to be revered. Then
Heyyyy.... Author Reader interaction here. First of all, thank you for reading this book. Special shout out goes to Lathawn. This amazing reader reached out to make me pick up the pace of updating. Even though I did not always update as early as possible [school stuff], I always had the double chapters in mind, because of him. I think I stuck to that, actually. Alright, fun aside. Here is my view on my book because why not? I am my own reader as well. [SPOILERS OF BOOK 1 HERE! Pls read BK 1 before reading this chapter]! !!!!! !!!!!
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