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
Phew! Another upload again. It's jolly hour today. Heh. But damn this man thho. Did he have to scream? I'm curious to know what happens next , are you??
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
Masquerades will not be deities if there is not one thing about that stands out from other beings. Of course, you could argue about the fact that they have the worship and adoration ff others a s a thing that differs that from other beings. And as a bonsu, this even puts the a little lower than the Orisha themselves. So yes, that is something with arguable But however, can that only be the true thing baout that makes them stand out? Surely not! However for the naysayers, permit me to fully explicate every aspect of this. What does make the Orisha to be Orisha? Yes, Understandably, the Orisha have the Aspectual Guardianship vested upon them. They have the responsibility of watching over their Laws and making sure it does not run rampant in the universe. This is becuase when one law is let to run rampant through the universe, the. The very fabric of reality is threatened. A law can influence people if let to run r
This is why if you ever have to get into a battle with a Masquerade. Or have a situation where a Masquerade is set loose, you would find yourself in a pretty dicey situations. Most times, it takes entire armies to put down Masquerades. Thus, making Masquerades is a very risky venture. The risks are far too great which is why those of the upper Heavens often have the strict law against hero admiration. A Masquerade is a phantom like existence which is still tethered to our reality. It is neither gone or here, resulting in depravity in the state of limbo. Sometimes, this may just be a natural occurrence. While other times it may be as a result of the fact that such a person has a sizable number of people who Reverence and adore them. This results in granting the Phantoms a reasonable anchor of power to gain most of their sentence back. However being in such a state of not belonging anywhere is enough to turn whatever sanity they possess inverted. Th
"It doesn't matter! I brought to her the salvation that your type was unwilling to give out!" Ashabi cried out now as she threw her hands into the sky. In a burst of surprise momentum, her body zoomed forward, hands spread wild at her side. She was dashing in for the Masquerade with the cloak of Raffia at his neck. Acting swiftly, Maso the Masquerade with the Raffia collar suddenly jerked his upper torso backward. That way, he is able to evade the dive in of Ashabi as her two hands come to clasp over his head. At the same time, a sister smile crosses her lips now as she watches him from above her hands, the former having to adjust his legs to control his balance on the ground. Simultaneously, his hands also reverberate a the same time, sliding up in the form of upper cuts for the upper belly of Ashabi.
It would not make sense for us to discuss what makes Fairweather a town which is well talked about and leave out the prizely item. Yes, the Apata Orisha. It is a Godly item, divine in itself that whoever holds it within. The power to seal Masquerades, it is such a huge thing that many do not possess. And how does that work? How does the working of the God of Seals and Crafts put together generate an item as legendary as the Apata Orisha? And still be able to seal even Demigods that are Masquerades? It is simple. Or perhaps, rather hard to explain being that we do not exactly know how it works. Perhaps, if there are those who become deified, they may be able to come to better understanding of it. However, that would not be what we discuss in this edition. What is to be illuminated here is how exactly the Apata Orisha works. Thinking of it by the name, one may want to assume that it is one huge rock of som
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