Godfall Part 7(Conclusion)


“Who are you?”, Jonas demanded ”Show yourself”

”Very well then”, the voice said as a sheet of white light materialized in front of Jonas’ vision.

In front of him stood the figure that had initially fallen to the ground, except this time he wasn’t rotting away but maintained his golden aura.

”We seem to have experienced a celestial fusion successfully”, the figure said ”This hasn’t been done in decades”

”Who the hell are you?” Jonas asked again impatiently ”And how are you talking in my head”

”Oh do forgive my impudence my young blood bag”, the figure replied with a cunning smile ”Behold, I am Rerin the god of laughter and mischief, Chief Lord of the Court of Smiles and host of Ecra, I had done wrongfully before the eyes of our king and grand-master, Otun himself and hast thus been reprimanded accordingly by having my title stripped off and cast down to dwell amongst you lesser creatures. However in order to maintain my survival on this damned planet, I require a host lest I wither away into obscurity, hence your opportuned arrival, by locking grips we were able to merge into one, although utilizing your fleshy vessel as residence, I have been able to ensure my survival”.

Jonas looked stumped, he heard what the figure had said but wasn’t sure he understood.

”You mean you are a god, and you are trapped inside me?”

”Precisely, however there are benefits to my tenancy as my occupancy within you imbues you with certain godly abilities and oh, pay no attention to the other blood bags, they can’t see me”, Rerin stated, referring to Osi and his men.

”What the hell happened? Who is he talking to?”, Osi’s men murmured among themselves.

”My gods!!! I think he has been possessed by a god”, the second thug exclaimed ”I’ve heard of this things before”

”Nonsense, he must simply have had a seizure”, sneered Osi ”and thus clearly gone insane”

Osi branded his machete and walked towards Jonas, attempting to strike him again, but as he approached, arm stretched, he suddenly stopped mid step, his arm still in the air, he tried to move but his body wouldn’t obey. He was frozen in place. Jonas turned and looked at Osi, realizing that he was the cause of Osi’s inert situation.

”Hahaha, thou art a swift learner”, Rerin chuckled ”Already utilizing my abilities”

Jonas continually stared at Osi, who was visibly distressed, before nudging his head forward. This action lunged Osi a couple of metres across the ground. Jonas had just used telekinesis due to the presence of a god within him.

”Oh gods, he has been possessed by a demonite”, yelled one of the thugs.

”Not a demonite”, Jonas retorted ”A god”

With that said, Jonas opened his right palm, summoning Osi’s machete from the ground and willing it into his open palm. He then hurled it at the shoulder of the thug, causing him to squeal in pain like a shot deer as he ran away bleeding, the other thugs saw this and took flight as well, leaving Osi behind.

”What are you?”, Osi asked frightfully ”What happened to you?”

”Supernatural inspiration”

Jonas walked over to Osi and levitated him with his mind, before proceeding to slam him to the ground. He picked him up again and repeated the action several times until Osi was bleeding from various parts of his body.

”Stop, please, I beg of you”

”Did you show my mother mercy?”, Jonas said, his voice echoing throughout the open field, his eyes bright gold and his hair swirling in every direction as if he were underwater.

”Your days of preying on the helpless are over, I will cast you down to the fiery pits of Delious were you shall suffer a million times for all of eternity, first I will give you a little taste of what to expect”

Jonas snapped his finger which prompted flames to burst out and envelope Osi as he hovered in mid air, he screamed in agony as the flames devoured every inch of his skin. The flames were unearthly as they dripped from Osi like lava from an angry volcano until there was nothing left but a bloody mess of flesh and bones. Jonas collapsed in exhaustion.

“Ah beautiful isn’t it, alas do not over exert thyself lest ye bring permanent bodily harm to thyself”, Rerin said, his voice echoing within Jonas’ skull.

”That was overwhelming”, Jonas voiced out ”I have never felt anything like that before”

”Oh dear boy, that is what it feels like to be a god”

”It’s a strange yet satisfying feeling Rerin, I can do so much good with this”

”Actually I do concur your remark, I believe if I do enough good on this forsaken surface and show adulation as well, Otun would accept me back into Ecra”

”Ok I see, you just want to use my body for your selfish gain and leave when you are done”

”No hard feelings, blood bag, I am a god as thou hast witnessed and I don’t bother myself with the petty squabbles of you vermins”

”Do you gods really think this lowly of us?”

”Well there is a reason Otun shut the heavens to you folks, you lot became self indulgent and neglected thy duties to give adulation and perform obeisance towards the gods”

”Ok you know what I would propose we do?” Jonas said ”Why don’t we help people in need together, free enslaved individuals, rid lands of vicious scums like Osi and also restore the faith the people of Jaiye which will in turn lead to the people praising the gods once more”

”Hmm, I adore your pathway of thinking blood bag, perhaps our alliance can truly be fortuitous, what is thy first order of business?”

”First stop calling me blood bag, my name is Jonas, you gods have to give us more credit, we are stronger than you think”

”Hmm, that yet remains to be seen”

”And secondly, I plan to go to Delious to rescue my sister”

”Hmm, I can see why thou would pursue such an adventure”

”Once Jenna is back, we will ensure that Jaiye is returned to its blissful age” Jonas said with an optimistic smile as he turned east and began walking towards the prior conjurer’s hut in hopes of getting a pathway to Delious to rescue his sister. He walked away from his destroyed house, brimming with energy and hope as he ventured on, having lost his mother, he was not going to let his tragedy befall any one else ever again. He pondered on all the potential adventures awaiting him and as if reading his thoughts, Rerin snickered and said.

”Well the hour presents itself as though it is going to be a long and arduous journey for both of us, Jonas Irapada”


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Godfall Part 3

Hello fellow readers, I know its been a long while since I uploaded any short stories( a habit I aim to rectify). Today I will be continuing a story I started a couple of months back. I already uploaded the first two parts and will post links to the previous parts for reference.

https://hybridbooks.wordpress.com/2015/12/06/godfall/ : part 1

https://hybridbooks.wordpress.com/2015/12/28/godfall-part-2/ : part 2

Please feel free to check them out and post your criticisms and opinions about the story. This is the third part of Godfall.


Rerin was bored, as the god of laughter, been subjected to an indefinite curfew did not sit well with him. He was visibly displeased with Otun’s law that bans gods on Ecra from interacting with the humans of Arewa. He missed the sacrifices and adulation that the people of Jaiye usually made to him, for supposedly bringing smiles to their faces. When the indigents rebelled and stopped praising the gods, Rerin had been furious as well, he couldn’t believe that the humans would be so quick to forgo their ecclesiastical duties. As a minor god, he had nothing else to do on Ecra to pass the time unlike the other major gods like Omi and Osan, the gods of the sea and fire respectively who were always busy managing the forces of nature. He was the god of laughter and unfortunately nothing exciting happened on Ecra, most of the gods were wholly focused on their powers and duties. He often heard a couple of dwellers praying to him and asking for his blessings, but he had to ignore them due to the decree made by Otun, the elder god of sky and the leader of all the gods. He had been tempted on many occasions to answer just one prayer, but he knew there would be dire consequences if Otun ever found out. He was also the god of trickery and mischief and whenever he was bored(which was most times), he would play pranks on random inhabitants of Arewa for his own amusement. Rerin hated the curfew as it was the reason he lived such a mundane and uneventful life on Ecra.

However one day during one of his banal rest, he heard a plea from someone in Arewa, someone calling out for divine help. He looked down and spotted a teenager been bullied by four men. The teenager bows his head, cowering in fear and begs.

“Stop, please just leave me alone, I need to get home, help me oh gods, I incur your names Otun, Omi, Rerin, anyone help me”

“Hahaha, shut your mouth, the gods have abandoned us”, said the first bully “They have turned their ugly heads away”.

“I believe in them, I believe Omi or Rerin can say me”, the teenager replied.

“Really?! And of all the gods to call upon, you summon Rerin, the god of laughter?”, quipped the second bully “What is he gonna do to us? Make us laugh to death?”

Rerin tensed as he heard this, he didn’t really care much for the teenager, but he couldn’t bear to listen to the lowly bloodbags mock his name. He was fumed at how the humans at disregarded him. He was more irked at the fact that he wasn’t allowed to do anything to the disrespectful punks due to Otun’s law. He pondered for a while, the victim kept on yelling for his aid while the bullies still continued berating him and mocking Rerin’s name. Rerin decided that he had had enough, he wouldn’t sit back and watch various humans mock and degrade the gods. He raised one arm and the clothes on the bullies vanished into thin air. Embarrassed, they panicked and fled in horror at the sudden disappearance of their clothes. The victim gets up, dusting himself, looking puzzled as well at what had just happened. Then he smiled and said.

“You answered my plight Rerin, I am grateful for your grace”

Rerin grins at his seat as he heaves a sigh of satisfaction at how he had dispersed the bullies. He laughed for a couple of minutes, he had not had this much fun in a while. He looks upon the disheveled man that had just thanked him, which made him realize how much he had missed helping the lowly humans. He was still reveling in his victory when the door to his abode burst open. A crackle of lightning spread across his entire room, as a thick blanket of fog poured into his room, after a couple of seconds, the fog dissipated and in its place stood a 8 foot figure donning a white robe that ran from his head to his toes, his robe was lined with gold at its edges. He wore a thick but smooth black beard and long flowing black hair that sparkled with lightning, his eyes were pale white and his physique was domineering like he could crush an elephant’s head with one hand.

“How dare thee defy my decree, Rerin”, the figure spoke, his voice sounded like a hundred cannons been fired at once, as the room shook with every word he said.

”Oh my lord, Otun the host of Ecra and all”, replied Rerin as he knelt down respectfully ”I beseech thee to not be wrath against thy humble servant, it was a simple act that meant nothing”

”Simple or complicated, I explicitly stated that no gods must render aid to any of the human swine until my approval”, Otun bellows

”Approval?! Thy ego was challenged by the ungrateful humans, which was understandable my lord, but to sever ties completely seems extreme O great One”

”Dost thou challenge my judgement?!” Otun asked enraged, clearly not expecting an answer.

”My lord, I have been idle for years now and only sought to amuse myself”

”Your folly shall be your undoing”, Otun replied scornfully.

”Banish me not dear lord”, Rerin pleaded ” This act shall repeat itself no more”

”You directly opposed my word and hence an example must be made, I hereby banish thee from Ecra and cast you to dwell amongst the lowly beings until thou hast learnt your lesson”

”You can’t my lord, this is outrag…….” Rerin stuttered as the floor beneath him vanished and he plunged through the hole . He plummeted through the clouds and watched as Ecra became distant to him, disappearing into the clouds. He looked down and saw the spherical earth become larger as he fell towards it.



Hello once again people that matter, I am back with yet another one of my short stories. Today I would be posting the first part of a story that I am still working on titled Godfall, it has to do with themes of theology, transgressions, revenge and redemption. Feel free to check it out and give your thoughts on it.


They say seeing is believing, but then a contradiction employs us to often take a leap of faith into the abyss. The latter was the case in a small village located in the heart of Arewa, a country that comprised mostly of agricultural and theological culture, Jaiye was a relatively unknown village at the time which mostly consisted of farmers going by their day to day activities. Eventually the economy of Jaiye boomed out of nowhere. The farms over-bloomed with resources and crops which skyrocketed the economy of Jaiye making it one of the most lucrative and comfortable places in the whole of Arewa. The increasing influx of the crops were enough to alleviate the status of the village. However this sudden development didn’t change the mindset of the indigents of Jaiye. They maintained their humble and simple lifestyles, but soon the secret of their growing success became evident. The natives of Jaiye always prayed and offered adulation to the gods of Ecra(which was an elysium where the gods resided) on occasion. They would offer portions of their crops and livestock as offerings, thanking the gods for the blissful season. Otun, the sky god and the ruler of all the other gods would open the clouds in response to the prayers and sacrifices from the dwellers of Jaiye. As long as they offered praise to him, the gods responded by blessing them with a lush climate that consisted of adequate rain and a steady weather that aided the bountiful harvest of the farms. Soon Jaiye became a tourist spot where visitors would go to the streams to take portions of the blessed waters for domestic uses back home. The natives of Jaiye flourished for years and basked in the glory and kindness of the gods. But all this began to changed slowly, as the natives got cocky and gradually ceased praying to the gods. Some stopped believing in the presence and existence of the gods as they claimed that they had never actually seen any physical manifestations of the gods. They got complacent and began to exalt their own selves. This angered Otun and the rest of the other gods, prompting them to seize the clouds and halt the downpour of rain entirely on Jaiye. At first the natives didn’t seem to notice because the village had had so much rain in the previous season that there was enough food and resources for a while.But eventually people started to notice the absence of the rain as there hadn’t been a single downpour in months which was very unusual. The crops on the farms began to starve due to the lack of rain to nourish them and they withered slowly. The indigents of Jaiye began to panic as agriculture was the major source of income and revenue for the village. Then the drought worsened as the clouds disappeared altogether. The people could still use water from the streams and rivers to water their plants, but this was not enough. Then a huge famine struck as most of the livestock began to perish due to a lack of vegetative nourishment. Panic and hysteria spread around the villagers like a plague, yet they refused to acknowledge the gods or ask for forgiveness for their negligence.

Eventually, desperation set in as some of the dwellers sought after dark magic to solve their problems. They consulted with herbalists which were sorcerers that dabbled in occult magic by conjuring demons from Delious(which was a hellish realm) which could grant wishes to those in need albeit temporarily, as there was always a price which usually featured a literal repercussion, much to the amusement of the demons, for example if a person wished to be as rich as a well nourished garden, they got their wealth albeit they would also slowly turn into a literal garden by sprouting leaves. People became aware of this literal consequences but this didn’t stop them from pursuing temporary satisfaction, it also helped that the demons manifested themselves physically. All this further enraged Otun and the gods, leading them to totally forsake the villagers of Jaiye as Otun ordered the rest of the gods to no longer attend to the needs of the people until they proved their loyalty once more.

“How dare these ungrateful wretched blood bags seek aid from creatures of Delious”, Otun bellowed “They have turned their faith from us and therefore I hereby decree that never more shall a god interfere with the well being of these human traitors, any god that forsakes my word shall be cast down to dwell with the vermin for all of eternity, heed my word lest you lose your place on Ecra”

After Otun passed the law, all the gods stopped their interactions with the people of Jaiye, leaving the village in turmoil. Some of the people began to pray to the gods once more, pleading for their mercy but this was to no avail. They came to the grim realization that the gods had fallen on deaf ears to their pleas. Years and years passed and soon the knowledge of the gods was almost entirely forgotten. Jonas Irapada was a lowly farmer in Jaiye currently struggling to maintain his crops. Once in a while, a little rain would fall(as the gods weren’t entirely heartless) but then stop for the next couple of months to a year. Jonas had a little sister called Jenna and a single mother. His mother sold most of the cash crops from the farm and also handmade clothing. Jonas’ father had left his mother while he was young and as the only male in the family, a huge burden responsibility had fallen on him, he had hated his father for that and was also unhappy with the gods for not providing for his family after. He had began tending to the family farm at a very young age, handling the monetary status of the family as his mother was also struggling to make ends meet. They were making just enough cowries to sustain the family. Cowries were the main currency in Arewa, they were made from special sea shells that were oval in shape. The country also had other sources of legal tender in the form of gold or even cash crops, but cowries were the generally accepted form of currency. The days were getting increasingly difficult with Jonas managing to get by. He had heard of the dealings with demons but he was also aware of the direct ramifications. He had been tempted on several occasions to visit a conjurer in order to summon a demon and wish for an instant agricultural boom for his farm, but he was afraid of the unexpected consequences of such request. He had been told that it was possible to trick the demons with some clever word play, for example there was a man that asked for cowries each day as the number of strands in his hair, the repercussion been that for every cowry he got daily, he lost a strand of hair, which wasn’t  a terrible consequence for a slow acting wish. The idea often floated into Jonas’ mind but he learnt to forgo the idea completely.

All this changed on a faithful day, while Jonas was at the farm inspecting the crops, his little sister was out in the field playing around with some toys, his mother was reclining on a chair out on the porch, busy knitting. Suddenly they heard aggressive footsteps approaching, as they saw a group of men walking towards them. Jonas spotted them and immediately figured out what they were from their scruffy attire and gruff demeanor. They were local bandits that often raided huge plantations, robbing people blind. They usually demanded a lot of possessions from their victims and would occasionally harm or kill people that resisted or refused their demand. But what surprised Jonas was their presence, normally bandits would raid the plantations and houses of the wealthy, cause they were sure that they had the money. But now things had gotten really bad economically, most of the wealthy dwellers had tightened their security and made it increasingly difficult for the bandits to raid them. Thus prompting the bandits to go for less fortunate and poorer communities that lacked adequate protection. Jonas was weak with fear, he never believed that a bunch of bandits would ever stoop so low to raid their lowly farm. He spotted about seven men wielding cutlasses and sharp daggers. He glanced towards his sister and yelled with all his might.

“Jenna, run into the house! NOW!!!”