Aye, i felt the tension there. I wish Frank and Lekan could have fought, you know. I want to know who is strongger between them. hey. this book ends in a few hours. I just wan to appreciate you for coming this far with me. I love you all
His vision was not like this. The future had changed. Lekan realized that now as he stood with the Mana blockers in tow. He locked eyes with Blesing who continued with her spell, unbothered by the fact that he was hee. And the strange creature of a woman that he had grown to be familiar with, in the red flowing gowns seemed to be urging her on. Whatever Blessing was doing, the woman in the red flowing gown seemed to need it quite urgently. He could not shake off the bad feeling about it. And the sensation that's why was his opponent. The feeling that he had had to fight her in a distant future. A future which a snow repeating itself for him, His vision waived now. The things he saw changed in a blink. In this time, he saw himself on the ground and a council which held over his head. They deliberated one thing about him and how to ensure that the timeline changed. {See the prologue} It felt very familiar to him. And this time, Lekan could not deny that this happened. Understand
Lekan harrumphed, his eyes flicking open as a gust of bloodthirsty aura exploded into the air.The air wheezed against his charred black skin, the burned flaps of his clothing wrestling uselessly against the flow of wind.He grimaced, grounding his blood soaked dentition, watching carefully at the towering imagery of the lady in flowing red gowns as she cackled. Her laughter irritated him.And even more, it irritated the demon within him. He could not stomach the fact that one person would think that she could be God above others. Not that it mattered to him but the internal grudge eating him from inside, originating from the being within, could not be ignored. As a result, he could not ignore it too.He had become one with his system. His eyes bloodthirsty as he surveyed the losers who lay on the ground around, knocked out and in a terrible state.To think that these were the same people who had called themselves his superiors and tried to show hi
A lady, plump with a pink gown and a black waist belt phased into existence. She had her hands gloved, her gown was only but sleeveless and she had a wide brimmed hat to cover her head.She had a robust face, a little smile playing at her lips which vanished the moment she set eyes on the environment about. She squeezed her nose in disgust, reacting to the pungent smell of blood and dismembered flesh that was all about. Bile rose in her throat, making her just seem to puke except that she quickly put her hand to cover her mouth.She remained still, her pink shoes, getting sodden and wet with the blood on the ground."Disgusting. This is how far Morgana has gone." She sneered.Looking forward, she coughed, covering her mouth still as she watched the pieces of the gown that Morgana had on floating about in the air. Morgana was nowhere to be found.And right where she was supposed to be, a demon like figure stood. Or rather, dropped to his knees, his
"That does not make sense. If a demon could lay a hit on morgana, should we not be scared of the demon itself?" The air shimmered and a man wearing black shirt and trousers alongside a black pair of shoes muttered, his hand cupping the edge of his jaws."Why should we trust the fate of the world into the hands of a demon? I say, we kill him while we can!" He grimaced, holding up his right hand, clenched into the air.Monsieur Demas swallowed now, sniffling as he watched the energy the young mister poured into his words. It reminded him of the days of his youth while he was still young and bubbling Not now when he had to be saddled with the responsibilities of the many under the name of the System Bureau.Not that he regretted his position but then, he missed being as energetic as he used to be. Now, he was more of a figure head, although his power had not diminished but was more of a supportive power rathe than an active one. After all, the System Bureau would n
"Now, we know what is applicable." The other female sounded off now. "We have Morgana still out there and only the heavens know whenever she would strike again. Would it not be better to have...""To have the one person who destroyed her earlier to be with us, ready for another counter against her the moments she sets out again?" The one with the googles said now."What are you saying? Keeping a demon around is worse than having Morgana!" Dayo yelled out, frowning deeper."That is true." Beatrice agreed, looking up now to the face of Demas."But it is logical. Demon or not, he is the only one who could land a hit on Morgana. Should that not be the positive point we should all be considering?" The female sounded off, teh one who looked African by origin."If it so disturbs you all, then I have a proposal. But only you can grant it, Monsieur Demas." The one with the googles said, standing to his feet.Once he stood still, he stretched his hand
The black SUV hummed across the length of the black tarred road as towering buildings swept past its side of the road. It was a cold day, one of those days when the mister who was driving the car did not wish to be out here. The heater in the car was working fine, but it seemed as though it was working all too fine. The driver and husband could not blame it though, he was in the car with his wife who was by his side and his son in the car, it was bound to be like this. His wife had been getting on his nerves, telling him how much he had not been paying attention to the wellbeing of his son, even though he knew that the did just everything possible for the whole family. Or would they have preferred he did nothing and just had to be stopping by for everything family related while his business suffered on the side? It was preposterous. Did his wife forget what that without money, one could not run a home? In fact, without money there was no possibility of love. Who was the person that
The atmosphere is cool, a little too cool to warm the numb feeling that engulfed Lekan to the max. He sat in the chair, his feet almost touching the ground. The series of events that occurred of late had not left him for the better and he had not known how to cope with it.It was a miracle he was still alive, that he had been told. The car had gone up in flames the moment it went airborne but yet he was still here. of course, he had not gone all scot free from the accident. He had gotten some burns, minor but that was it.After he had gotten treatment, the news had been broken down to him.His parents had not survived the incident. In fact when thy had been rescued, the parents had all been burnt beyond recognition. Strange enough, Lekan did not know how to feel about it. Maybe because he felt like all of these had happened before or maybe it was because of the fact that his parents had been the one arguing in the car right before the accident, all because
Three people are in the spacious white room, two of which are seated while one remains standing , holding a wine bottle with a furious look on his face.Despite the spaciousness of the room, it feels a little too crowded for the occupants in it as one can almost cut through the tension thick air with a knife and do it rather easily.The room is white in color, having a large screen plasma TV hanging from its hold on the wall which is just adjacent to all of them in the room. There is a black steel TV stand but instead of having a Tv on it, it has an extension box, a DVD player on the second layer of it and two speakers of a home theatre by the side of it. There are a few connections to the extension, all of which makes a little tangle of wires, some of which run to the Tv and some to the other gadgets that re all about, including a phone, a bluetooth wireless earphone pod and a headset while a black power bank is attached to a power cord and is placed on the grou