The air hummed with a subtle energy as the Ekuk extended a hand, fingers gracefully dancing over ephemeral currents. Threads of light connected points on the map representing the timelines of Amaas - Ike and Ogu.
With a focused expression, the gate Keeper traced two threads, unravelling the intricate dance of time in their past and future.
In the sacred silence, holographic visions materialized-first steps of a child, a lover's embrace, a warrior's triumph. Simultaneously, the future flickered, revealing challenges with a blurry ending. The gate Keeper's eyes glowed with otherworldly intensity and concern for both Amaas.
Manipulating the time map, he sought to alter their events but realized he needed their approval, being beyond mortal influence.
Ekuk muttered, "Am dealing with a king who used to be a very independent, stubborn, though not a knucklehead, but a violent youth. Hope both of them approve my " Initiating a call, he stood and navigated a beeping device to the two coordinates for the Amaas.
The dual call signals flanked each Amaa during their transit, resembling holographic versions of Ekuk poised for interaction.
Amaa Ogu brushed it off, asserting his self-reliance as a seasoned space navigator. "I didn't request assistance; I'll find my son independently. Don't forget, I navigate space," he declared, pausing to plot his next coordinates from a hilltop.
Swiftly choosing a set, he leapt and vanished, leaving the unanswered hologram behind.
Meanwhile, Amaa Ike had embraced Ekuk's hologram as a trusted companion for his interstellar journeys. Expressing gratitude, he acknowledged its guidance with a salute, soaring through space like an eagle open to its instructions.
Amaa Ogu emerged in a distant dimension after numerous erratic flights, discovering himself amidst a clandestine assembly of immortal beings. Within this shadowed realm between dimensions, fallen angels gathered in secrecy to escape divine judgment. Aiming to avoid attention and eternal banishment to a bottomless pit, Amaa blended in.
Cloaked in darkness, these fallen celestial beings, disenchanted and cast down, plotted rebellion.
Whispers of defiance resonated through the cosmic void as they forged an unholy pact to descend upon Earth and mold the fate of mortals who were only a few thousand years away from creation.
Tension filled the air as each fallen angel, once revered, sought to reclaim their lost glory by becoming gods to humanity.
Amidst preparations to breach the cosmic veil, a tempest brewed, mirroring the turmoil in their ancient hearts. Iridescent wings unfurled, casting an otherworldly glow upon the assembly.
Once mirrors of heavenly wisdom, their eyes now flickered with malice and yearning. With synchronized celestial wings, the fallen angels descended, heralding a divine rebellion set to usher in an era where gods walked among men, shaping the destiny of the unsuspecting world below.
Amaa Ogu surveyed his surroundings, whispering to himself, "What have I gotten myself into?" Regret lingered for ignoring Ekuk's navigational advice, realizing it was now too late. Opening his eyes, he beheld a shocking view.
An enigmatic spectacle unfolded in his very eyes, as a colossal red dragon emerged, boasting seven heads adorned with ten horns and a crown on each. Positioned among them, it vehemently blasphemed against the divine Maker - God, expressing discontent over a recent eviction, unwilling to acknowledge that its arrogance led to the expulsion and the creation of humanity in the image of God.
"I question His recent creation in His own image. I, Lucifer, the one He used to love so much, the morning star, was denied such a rare privilege, " he declared passionately, adjusting his position while casting a stern gaze at his followers.
"The vexing part of the narrative unfolds as a beautifully crafted woman emerges-a future queen, fashioned by the divine hands. His handmaid, as He claims, surpassing all beings-angels, mortals, and immortals alike. Even I," he added with disdain, emphasizing the gender.All heads turned eastward from his vantage point. He started chanting in an old tongue, and his followers joined him. Fueled by anger, he summoned the wind, invoked ancient powers, and, with dark gold-tainted wings, stirred as his fourteen eyes radiated an ominous glow. " We will attack His creation and turn them against His kingdom !" He screamed.
Their chanting continued, summoning a vortex of otherworldly power. The ground trembled as an ominous portal materialized, its edges pulsating with an eerie glow.
With a deafening roar, the time portal cracked open, revealing glimpses of a dystopian future. These fallen angels, with eyes ablaze, soared into the vortex led by the dragon, merging seamlessly with chaotic energy. Vanishing into the time-stream, they left an unsettling stillness after the transportation of this first batch.
The stabilized portal emitted an ominous hum, casting eerie shadows on the barren landscape. Dark magic lingered as remnants of the demonic immortals joined their kind in the open portal. Amaa Junior, too, joined them, disappearing into the thunderous energy.
As the bewildering portal neared closure, two additional signals emerged at distinct coordinates, racing towards it. The silent galaxy questioned their chances, yet their swift pace defied skepticism.
Both vanished as the portal sealed, leaving a serene void. The rift, a tear in the fabric of time, pulsed with disquieting energy, poised for its next awakening.
The future held its breath for the enigmatic ancient beings, embarking on an unfolding timeline.
While the event unfolded, Ekuk remained at his station, nodding and repeatedly expressing, "I'm glad he made it through."
Taking a deep breath, he continued, "We'll meet on planet Earth. I'll seize the opportunity to meet God's favoured species - humans. Who are unaware of his love and proposed inheritance "Rising, he mumbled, "I wonder about the origin and destination of this last signal. I hope both Amaas are safe." He then departed from the time machine, his silhouette gradually fading into the dark room.
One by one, this legion of fallen angels entered the swirling vortex in haste, evading an unseen pursuer, vanishing into the corridors of time at the command of their leader-the multi-headed beast, the formidable Lucifer.Disguised, Amaa Ogu shadowed their movements, seizing every opportunity to peer through the doors after their leaps, determined to unravel the secrets hidden in each corridor. He remarked, "I must comprehend the intentions of this defeated reptile and what it holds for the human race."Gazing through the keyhole with one eye closed, his unique powers bestowed him a momentary vision, a fleeting insight into the century-long plans of the monstrous creature within the timeless portal tunnel.The initial station materialized in ancient Mesopotamia, the cradle of civilization, unveiling a fallen angel who took on the guise of a cunning war strategist-the same one that deceived Eve in the Garden of Eden. This deceiver orchestrated events such as Cain killing his brother. C
Generations later, within the Umuigwe community in Africa in 1917. The Okoro family, known as a lineage of chief priests, remained dedicated to their sacred duties. The succession of their role was seamless until it reached Ikenna, a warrior and chief priest with two wives.Unfortunately, his first wife, Ugoma, faced mistreatment and infertility, leading to villagers singing songs of shame. And the village chief priest supposed to have a son to be worthy to carry the village ofo for any festival especially the iwa ji festival. Despite Ikenna's neglect, one intoxicated night, he mistakenly took Ugoma for his second wife, Ekemma, the newly married bride. Took her in and made love to her.When Ikenna realized his errors, he physically assaulted her, forcefully pushing her into the nearby bushes, hurling derogatory remarks on her, 'Ewu, you came here to waste my time, You barren-stricken woman.'Helpless on the rocky ground, Ugoma made a desperate plea to Almighty God, whom she had never
Eight years had passed, and Umuigwe found itself amidst the vibrant celebration of the iwa-akwa festival. Young men of the eligible age gathered in the village square, adorned in new wrappers for the initiation ceremony into warriors. However, the overall atmosphere in the village was oddly quiet and desolate. Amidst the festivities, the family of Ikenna stood in stark contrast, enveloped in mourning. Their only son, Nduka, was battling a terminal illness that had drained substantial resources from the family. Nduka lay in the warm, embracing arms of Ugoma, his fragile form a poignant reminder of the somber reality overshadowing the festive occasion.As the rhythmic beats of the celebration echoed through Umuigwe, the contrast between the joyous festivities and the sorrowful predicament of Ikenna's family painted a poignant picture of life's complexities. The iwa-akwa festival, meant to mark a significant rite of passage for young warriors, unfolded against the backdrop of a family gr
Five days before the Iwa-akwa festival, nestled 20 miles from Umuigwe village, lay the obscure Okpo village. Renowned for their exquisite craftsmanship in pottery, fishing implements, and masterful canoe construction, they possessed a dark underbelly stained by the abhorrent practice of human slavery. In a grotesque exchange, they callously traded their own kin for coveted items like mirrors, foreign garments, alcohol, and medicinal supplies.This depravity reached an unfathomable zenith as Okpo villagers shamelessly bartered even their sacred deities to opportunistic Europeans. The sordid transactions unfolded with the sinister collaboration of corrupted native doctors, known as dibias in Iboland, who facilitated the sale of gods for substantial sums of money and gleaming gold.The once-honorable legacy of Okpo became eclipsed by the shadows of avarice and moral decay, staining the upcoming festival with an unsettling pallor of guilt and despondency.Numerous sacred idols, symbols of
Half a year prior to the miraculous event at Ikenna's House, Nduka embodied fragility, yet his spirit mirrored the resilience of African soil, thriving amidst companionship. His haven, however, turned tumultuous as Ofoha, an authoritative presence among the boys, orchestrated torment. Envy fueled Ofoha's aggression towards Nduka, a delicate lad from a lineage steeped in both royalty and warrior heritage. The once-solace of camaraderie now resembled a battlefield, where Nduka grappled with the hostility imposed by a peer whose disdain stemmed from resentment towards the fragility interwoven with noble lineage. Beneath the majestic baobab tree, children reveled in laughter, the air buzzing with youthful vigor. However, Nduka's presence ushered in a foreboding change. Ofoha and his accomplices, driven by cruelty, descended on Nduka like vultures targeting wounded prey. They ruthlessly pulled him to the ground, forcing sand into his mouth. Feeble attempts to escape were drowned out by
Amidst the tranquil fields where children played along a serene stream, an unexpected terror arose. First, there was a scream, then a second one, signaling the arrival of a monstrous and colossal dog emerging from the western forest of Agog, near the stream.This terrifying beast bore thick, matted fur and eyes that seemed to penetrate the depths of everyone's soul.Most disturbing of all was the smoke billowing from its wide mouth, infusing the air with a foul and sulfurous odor. It moved closer and closer to the village, exuding an otherworldly energy and radiating an aura of pure malevolence, as if a demonic manifestation had come to life.Chaos gripped the village as its inhabitants scattered in fear. However, amidst the commotion, an astonishing scene unfolded. There, standing tall over the fallen beast, was a young warrior dressed like a ninja in fierce combat, showing no fear of either man or spirit.This courageous warrior was none other than Ikuku, renowned as the fearless de
At this moment, Ikuku's whereabouts remain unknown, and his powers have left no trace in space. Though he might have been a renowned warrior in Agog, he never ventured into other metaphysical realms with his abilities. Amaa, who had promised to teach him how to conjure such powers since his youth, never kept his promises due to various reasons.Despite Amaa's ability to navigate realms, he now finds himself exhausted and unconscious after the fall.The situation is heartbreaking-a lost son and an unconscious father.Suddenly, a time shift occurs, causing the day to disappear on the floating island, replaced by a reddish, smoky, dark, misty weather. Amaa starts coughing, feeling choked by this unexpected change.As he opens his eyes, he discovers seven ancient dark marked stones surrounding him. Curious, he attempts to get a closer look at the marks, lifting his heavy body off the dusty ground, using his right hand to support his weight and wondering about the language inscribed on the
Now, Amaa Ogu embarks on an extensive journey through a portal, transcending both time and distance into what appears to be an underworld. The king's ability to fly proves ineffective in this realm, necessitating a passage on foot.It's a forbidden place, ruled by fallen angels on their way to Earth to wreak havoc on souls.In the depths of this forbidding underworld, a lone soul ventures through a shadowy path, guided only by its faint ethereal glow. The enclosing walls suffocate with a darkness that swallows any glimmer of hope. Sinister whispers echo, taunting voices of demons hungry for souls. The soul presses forward, trembling with fear but resolute in finding an escape from this nightmarish realm.As Amaa Ogu advances, grotesque forces emerge from the darkness, their terrifying forms contorting and twisting. Hollow voids for eyes bore into the trembling essence, their insatiable hunger palpable.Yet, a spark of resilience ignites within the soul, fueled by memories of a gloriou
Half a year prior to the miraculous event at Ikenna's House, Nduka embodied fragility, yet his spirit mirrored the resilience of African soil, thriving amidst companionship. His haven, however, turned tumultuous as Ofoha, an authoritative presence among the boys, orchestrated torment. Envy fueled Ofoha's aggression towards Nduka, a delicate lad from a lineage steeped in both royalty and warrior heritage. The once-solace of camaraderie now resembled a battlefield, where Nduka grappled with the hostility imposed by a peer whose disdain stemmed from resentment towards the fragility interwoven with noble lineage. Beneath the majestic baobab tree, children reveled in laughter, the air buzzing with youthful vigor. However, Nduka's presence ushered in a foreboding change. Ofoha and his accomplices, driven by cruelty, descended on Nduka like vultures targeting wounded prey. They ruthlessly pulled him to the ground, forcing sand into his mouth. Feeble attempts to escape were drowned out by
Five days before the Iwa-akwa festival, nestled 20 miles from Umuigwe village, lay the obscure Okpo village. Renowned for their exquisite craftsmanship in pottery, fishing implements, and masterful canoe construction, they possessed a dark underbelly stained by the abhorrent practice of human slavery. In a grotesque exchange, they callously traded their own kin for coveted items like mirrors, foreign garments, alcohol, and medicinal supplies.This depravity reached an unfathomable zenith as Okpo villagers shamelessly bartered even their sacred deities to opportunistic Europeans. The sordid transactions unfolded with the sinister collaboration of corrupted native doctors, known as dibias in Iboland, who facilitated the sale of gods for substantial sums of money and gleaming gold.The once-honorable legacy of Okpo became eclipsed by the shadows of avarice and moral decay, staining the upcoming festival with an unsettling pallor of guilt and despondency.Numerous sacred idols, symbols of
Eight years had passed, and Umuigwe found itself amidst the vibrant celebration of the iwa-akwa festival. Young men of the eligible age gathered in the village square, adorned in new wrappers for the initiation ceremony into warriors. However, the overall atmosphere in the village was oddly quiet and desolate. Amidst the festivities, the family of Ikenna stood in stark contrast, enveloped in mourning. Their only son, Nduka, was battling a terminal illness that had drained substantial resources from the family. Nduka lay in the warm, embracing arms of Ugoma, his fragile form a poignant reminder of the somber reality overshadowing the festive occasion.As the rhythmic beats of the celebration echoed through Umuigwe, the contrast between the joyous festivities and the sorrowful predicament of Ikenna's family painted a poignant picture of life's complexities. The iwa-akwa festival, meant to mark a significant rite of passage for young warriors, unfolded against the backdrop of a family gr
Generations later, within the Umuigwe community in Africa in 1917. The Okoro family, known as a lineage of chief priests, remained dedicated to their sacred duties. The succession of their role was seamless until it reached Ikenna, a warrior and chief priest with two wives.Unfortunately, his first wife, Ugoma, faced mistreatment and infertility, leading to villagers singing songs of shame. And the village chief priest supposed to have a son to be worthy to carry the village ofo for any festival especially the iwa ji festival. Despite Ikenna's neglect, one intoxicated night, he mistakenly took Ugoma for his second wife, Ekemma, the newly married bride. Took her in and made love to her.When Ikenna realized his errors, he physically assaulted her, forcefully pushing her into the nearby bushes, hurling derogatory remarks on her, 'Ewu, you came here to waste my time, You barren-stricken woman.'Helpless on the rocky ground, Ugoma made a desperate plea to Almighty God, whom she had never
One by one, this legion of fallen angels entered the swirling vortex in haste, evading an unseen pursuer, vanishing into the corridors of time at the command of their leader-the multi-headed beast, the formidable Lucifer.Disguised, Amaa Ogu shadowed their movements, seizing every opportunity to peer through the doors after their leaps, determined to unravel the secrets hidden in each corridor. He remarked, "I must comprehend the intentions of this defeated reptile and what it holds for the human race."Gazing through the keyhole with one eye closed, his unique powers bestowed him a momentary vision, a fleeting insight into the century-long plans of the monstrous creature within the timeless portal tunnel.The initial station materialized in ancient Mesopotamia, the cradle of civilization, unveiling a fallen angel who took on the guise of a cunning war strategist-the same one that deceived Eve in the Garden of Eden. This deceiver orchestrated events such as Cain killing his brother. C
The air hummed with a subtle energy as the Ekuk extended a hand, fingers gracefully dancing over ephemeral currents. Threads of light connected points on the map representing the timelines of Amaas - Ike and Ogu.With a focused expression, the gate Keeper traced two threads, unravelling the intricate dance of time in their past and future.In the sacred silence, holographic visions materialized-first steps of a child, a lover's embrace, a warrior's triumph. Simultaneously, the future flickered, revealing challenges with a blurry ending. The gate Keeper's eyes glowed with otherworldly intensity and concern for both Amaas.Manipulating the time map, he sought to alter their events but realized he needed their approval, being beyond mortal influence.Ekuk muttered, "Am dealing with a king who used to be a very independent, stubborn, though not a knucklehead, but a violent youth. Hope both of them approve my " Initiating a call, he stood and navigated a beeping device to the two coordinat
Now, Amaa Ogu embarks on an extensive journey through a portal, transcending both time and distance into what appears to be an underworld. The king's ability to fly proves ineffective in this realm, necessitating a passage on foot.It's a forbidden place, ruled by fallen angels on their way to Earth to wreak havoc on souls.In the depths of this forbidding underworld, a lone soul ventures through a shadowy path, guided only by its faint ethereal glow. The enclosing walls suffocate with a darkness that swallows any glimmer of hope. Sinister whispers echo, taunting voices of demons hungry for souls. The soul presses forward, trembling with fear but resolute in finding an escape from this nightmarish realm.As Amaa Ogu advances, grotesque forces emerge from the darkness, their terrifying forms contorting and twisting. Hollow voids for eyes bore into the trembling essence, their insatiable hunger palpable.Yet, a spark of resilience ignites within the soul, fueled by memories of a gloriou
At this moment, Ikuku's whereabouts remain unknown, and his powers have left no trace in space. Though he might have been a renowned warrior in Agog, he never ventured into other metaphysical realms with his abilities. Amaa, who had promised to teach him how to conjure such powers since his youth, never kept his promises due to various reasons.Despite Amaa's ability to navigate realms, he now finds himself exhausted and unconscious after the fall.The situation is heartbreaking-a lost son and an unconscious father.Suddenly, a time shift occurs, causing the day to disappear on the floating island, replaced by a reddish, smoky, dark, misty weather. Amaa starts coughing, feeling choked by this unexpected change.As he opens his eyes, he discovers seven ancient dark marked stones surrounding him. Curious, he attempts to get a closer look at the marks, lifting his heavy body off the dusty ground, using his right hand to support his weight and wondering about the language inscribed on the
Amidst the tranquil fields where children played along a serene stream, an unexpected terror arose. First, there was a scream, then a second one, signaling the arrival of a monstrous and colossal dog emerging from the western forest of Agog, near the stream.This terrifying beast bore thick, matted fur and eyes that seemed to penetrate the depths of everyone's soul.Most disturbing of all was the smoke billowing from its wide mouth, infusing the air with a foul and sulfurous odor. It moved closer and closer to the village, exuding an otherworldly energy and radiating an aura of pure malevolence, as if a demonic manifestation had come to life.Chaos gripped the village as its inhabitants scattered in fear. However, amidst the commotion, an astonishing scene unfolded. There, standing tall over the fallen beast, was a young warrior dressed like a ninja in fierce combat, showing no fear of either man or spirit.This courageous warrior was none other than Ikuku, renowned as the fearless de