Godfall Part 7(Conclusion)

GODFALL(CONTD)

“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”

THE END.

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Godfall Part 6

Salutations to all and sundry, I hope you all are basking in the warmth and ambiance of the new year. Today I will continue the story that I have been uploading for some time now. The story of Jonas Irapada, a man haunted by loss and in an act of desperation, while trying to recover his loss, unintentionally forfeited even more. Here is a link to the last part that was published previously: https://hybridbooks.wordpress.com/2016/12/18/godfall-part-5/

GODFALL(CONTD)

Jonas returned to his charred home and burnt farmland, he sat next to the family house which was now nothing more than a scorched waste. Jonas laid sprawled on the ground, with his legs outstretched and his demeanor sour. He appeared crestfallen as he went over the scenario that had just taken place moments ago. he had lost both his mother and sister due to negligence and abrasion and now he was feeling hopeless. Across the distance, he spotted a cavalcade of human figures approaching, they seemed to be hauling goods and materials in a large wagon which was being drawn by two oxen. Jonas sat up to investigate further and to his disappointment, realized that it was Osi and his ragtag group of bandits, transporting extra products which had most likely been robbed off residents of the neighbouring farms. As they got closer, Osi noticed Jonas again and said.

”What do we have here now, the prodigal son returns”

”You already took everything from me, what else could you possibly want?”

”Nothing, as a matter of fact though, I was hoping to come across that delicious little sister of yours”

Jonas eyes widened, a vein struck his forehead as he became enraged.

”I lost them, I lost them all because of you!!!”

Jonas yelled at Osi, before picking up a large rock laying nearby

”I wouldn’t do that if I were you”, Osi sneered ”You do remember how this ended last time right?”

”I don’t care, you have taken everything from me”, Jonas bellowed, tears trickling down the sides of his face ”I shall take your life for Jenna’s”

With that said, Jonas lunged at Osi with the rock in his hand. he swung his right arm violently , trying to land a blow but Osi effortlessly dodged his attacks and laughed at him.

“You will have to do better than that soldier boy”, Osi continually teased and jeered at him.

Jonas continued swinging his arm, trying to hit Osi with the rock but to no avail. His mind was clouded with rage and he wasn’t thinking straight. Osi eventually got bored and pushed him to the ground.

”Enough I am going to put this sad oaf out of his misery”, Osi said, beckoning to one of his thugs to hand over a machete.

Osi walked over to Jonas, who laid prone on the ground in defeat and sorrow. Osi lifted up his arm, wielding the machete with intention to strike Jonas down when ‘BOOM’. A loud sound like that of thunder resonated from the skies as the sky cracked open and a huge ball of fire plummeted down at an unprecedented velocity towards Jonas, Osi and the rest of the bandits. The bandits looked up and saw the flaming ball which prompted them to run amok. Osi stepped away from Jonas as he anticipated the destination of the incoming fiery mass. Jonas stood in terror as he tried to comprehend the situation. The flaming ball got closer and hotter, Jonas snapped out of his trance and ran away from his smoldered house just in the nick of time as the spherical inferno slammed into the burnt building, decimating the charred remains and spewing hot flames and debris everywhere. Jonas and the rest had covered enough ground which put them at a safe distance from the explosion. The dust eventually settled and Jonas stared in awe at the completely disintegrated ruins of where his house once stood.

There was nothing but a large hole in the ground which was the point of impact from the fireball. Jonas walked towards the hole and looked in, to his amazement he spotted an radiating figure laying spreadeagled at the center of the crater. The figure had a golden robe on with long black hair that had probably once been elegant but now looked singed from the flames. Around the figure oozed out gold from its body which seemed to be the blood of the humanoid. The figure raised his head, wearing a weary smile, as it did so, its robes began to lose its shine and turn brown, his radiant skin began to deteriorate and decay.

”I presume that I have become the pit of the joke”, the figure said weakly ”Assist me blood bag, my essence fades”

Jonas was confused, the figure stared at him, his arm outstretched asking for aid as his golden pupils slowly turned to rust brown. Jonas, still bamboozled, reached out to grab the figure when ”FWOOSH”. A lambent ball of light swirled around Jonas, his skin lit up like a mid afternoon sun. His hair lit up and stood tall as he smelt a burning sensation in the air, yet his skin was not immolating. The incandescent glow transpired across his entire body as he slowly levitated from the ground, eyes wide open and mouth ajar. Then his body suddenly stung him as if he had been hit by a lightning bee multiple times simultaneously. Osi and his thugs were witnessing everything and gathered around the levitating Jonas in abject wonderment. A bright light then shot out of Jonas’ body horizontally, briefly illuminating the entire dusking landscape and then it was over. Jonas collapsed to the ground, his body emitting smoke. He coughed a couple of times and tried to assume an upright posture before collapsing. He looked at his body for scars or injuries but found none. He turned his gaze towards Osi and his men, which prompted one of the thugs to speak.

”His eyes, they have turned pure gold”

Out of the debris of the house, there were some broken glass, Jonas sauntered towards them and glared at his reflection. Lo and behold, his two eyeballs were totally golden in color, both pupil and iris.

”Your mortal coil took well to the procedure”

A voice spoke in Jonas’ head which stunned him, he turned around wondering where the source of the voice was, it was then Jonas realized that the figure from the crater had disappeared.

”Dost thou not feel empowered with all this energy coursing through your veins”.

TO BE CONTINUED.

 

Godfall Part 5

It’s been a while since we embarked on the journey of Jonas Irapada, a desperate and determined man, hell bent on bringing his mother back from the dead by any means necessary.

GODFALL(CONTD)

”I am Jonas Irapada, a lowly farmer”, Jonas said amidst fright, as his voice quivered in fear ”I have summoned you for the purpose of your aid”.

”And what purpose art thou summoned me for?”, Akana retorted.

”I wish for you, O great one, to please bring my mother back to the land of the living”

”Hahaha”, Akana laughed, his laughter echoing throughout the entire room ” A resurrection? What doth thou possess to trade in for this gesture?”.

”I know it is has barely been done before, but I offer you something great in return” Jonas paused briefly, turning to face Jenna ”My life”.

”Nooooo! You can’t do this brother” Jenna protested ”It’s not worth it, trading your life for mother’s”

”Your sibling speaks true, for I canst accept the life of the summoner, such action renders the transaction null”

”Ok, alright I can offer something else”, Jonas said.

”IT IS DONE!!!”, Akana bellowed.

Jonas appeared surprised, Akana had accepted to bring his mother back to life without stating his price. He was wondering what it meant when ‘SZINHK’. A bright light washed over the room, illuminating every corner of the room and eliminating every shadow or shade. The light source emanated from the top of Jonas’ mother’s corpse. A hole appeared out of the thin air as a pathway manifested with a bright and shining figure descending down the pathway. The figure was clothed in a celestial robe radiating with a golden glow. The figure had a female face with long blonde and glowing hair. She reached the edge of the glowing portal and looked towards Jonas and Jenna. She opened her mouth and spoke.

”My beautiful children, it’s so lovely to see you again”

Her voice sounded like a clash of cymbals. Jonas stared bewildered, hot tears streamed from the corner of his eyes. He was looking at his mother, the same person he had lost a couple of hours ago. He opened his mouth to speak but no words were found, Jenna, equally amazed noticed her brother’s shock and decided to speak instead.

”It’s so great to see you again mother, we thought we had lost you”

Jonas finally found his wit and got up from his crouching position, he stretched out his hand to touch his glowing mother.

”Enough! Our deal hath been concluded, I have retrieved your mother from the afterlife”, Akana interrupted ”It’s time for thou to honor thy end of the bargain”

”Yes I know, but you said you couldn’t take my soul”

”I know, but there exists another soul in this immediate vicinity”, Akana replied with a sly grin.

Jonas stood perplexed at first, then came to the sudden realization of the situation.

”NO! YOU ARE NOT TAKING MY SISTER!!!”

”Hahaha, thou hast offered thy soul, but alas I canst take thy soul, hence I have to make due with the next available soul”

“That was not the deal, I will offer something else, anything else, just leave her alone”, Jonas pleaded, his heart racing with panic and fear.

”Negative, the deal hast been done, well cast thine eyes upon thy mother and bid her farewell”

”What do you mean?”

Jonas’mother faded away and the glowing portal closed up, leaving his mother’s lifeless body in its wake.

“NOOO!!!”, Jonas screamed ”Bring her back!!!”

”Dost thou really think that a demonite could resurrect an individual? Anyway it was a pleasure engaging in business with you, I shall take my leave with my prize”

With that said, black smoke emitted around Jenna and grew thicker exponentially, it gradually enveloped Jenna as she began to fade away from reality.

”Brother, help!”, she screamed.

”I wont let you go sis, hold tight”

Jonas grabbed unto her hands but slowly began loosing his grip as he felt her body become intangible, she was becoming transparent.

”Leave her Akana, I beg you, take me instead”

”My apologies young one, that canst be done”

”Leave her alone or I will kill you!!!”, Jonas screeched with tears welling up in his eyes, He reached for any object lying around, he picked up an iron rod and hurled it at Akana, but before the rod could make contact, it simply dissolved into nothingness.

“You dare strike a demonite, you insolent vile creature”, Akana bellowed, then he waved his hand and threw Jonas across the room without even touching him. Jonas hurtled across the room before slamming into the wall.

”I bid thee farewell”, Akana said as he disappeared, shortly after Jenna became entirely see through and vanished as well.

”Jenna I will bring you back, I swear it”, Jonas called after his sister but she was gone ”This is all my fault, the demonite, it tricked me”

The conjurer who had been silent throughout the entire ordeal, sauntered over to Jonas and helped him off the floor.

”I’m truly sorry for your loss son, I told you it was risky”

Jonas turned to the conjurer and grabbed him by the collar, demanding that he knew about all this. The conjurer objected, insisting that he had no idea that things were going to be this bad.

”I have to get Jenna back here”, Jonas muttered, his shoulders slumped and his lips quivering in lachrymose.

”Look kid, that’s impossible”, the conjurer stated ”The only way one can venture into Delious safely is by using power bestowed by the gods or absorbing the soul of a god which I doubt is even possible now”

Jonas looked around the room, his heart heavy with guilt and pain as he realized that he had lost not one but two people that cared about him in a single day. Jonas sat down sluggishly, his arms spread out in fatalism as he tried to think of any solution to his current predicament.

TO BE CONTINUED.

 

 

Godfall Part 4

Hello esteemed readers and bibliophiles, join me as I continue the story of Jonas in this epic fantasy tale of loss and desperation. I will post the link to the previous chapter for those unfamiliar with the story. Without further ado let’s just back into the story.

Godfall part 3:- https://hybridbooks.wordpress.com/2016/11/17/godfall-part-3/

As always feel free to read through the story and voice your thoughts, opinions and criticisms.

GODFALL(CONTD)

Jonas was still clutching his mother’s corpse which had been wrapped in a blanket, his eyes wet and heavy with hot tears. Jenna was close behind him, her eyes red from crying as well. They had spotted a hut a while back and were approaching it.

”Brother, you don’t have to do this”, Jenna said ”You have no idea what you could be walking into”

”Jenna, we’ve been over this, I’ve got to try, Mother did not deserve this”

”I know, but sadly we’ve lost her already, you don’t even know if it is possible”

”Well I have heard of different kind of requests that people have made, I believe we can still bring her back”

”But Jonas I’ve never heard of any demonite bringing someone back from the dead”

”Just because it hasn’t been done before does not mean it is impossible” , Jonas retorted, visibly angry and fed up with his sister’s incessant questioning.

”I know it’s hard to see Mother go, but we—-”

”ENOUGH!!! I am doing this with or without you”, Jonas bellowed ” Those bandits are gonna pay for what they have done”

Jonas stops and turns to his sister, he knew she was trying to help and console him, but he wasn’t going to let her deter him from grasping any chance he might have to bring his mother back from the dead. He gave his sister an apologetic look as he realized that he had been unnecessarily mean to her and apologized to her. They ventured further until they reached the entrance of the hut. It was a brown baked hut with a thatched roof made from dried leaves and twigs,which wasn’t uncommon in the outskirts of Jaiye. Jonas approached the wooden front door and pounded on the door without hesitation. He waited in anticipation before proceeding to bang on the door a second time, still no response, he got restless and used all his might against the door.

”Whatever has the poor door done to you”, a voice from within the hut responded ”If you were patient and observant enough, you would have noticed that the door is unlocked”

The speaker opens the door and sees both Jonas and Jenna, crestfallen and disheartened.

”So what can I do for you both”, the man asked in a friendly but forced manner while wearing a crooked smile.

”Sir I need your help, please help us, its very urgent”, Jonas blurted out incoherently

”Hey slow down kiddo, this is no race”, the man replied ”How may I help you”

”Please I know you are a conjurer, I—-We need your help in reviving our mother”

”Reviving?! not healing?! So she is dead?”, the conjurer asked.

”Yes she is, but I am aware that you know magic, you can bring her back, can’t you?”

”Sorry son, this has never been done successfully”

”Please can you at least try?! I will pay you whatever you want, I just want to see her smile again”, Jonas’ voice was raspy and croaky as he fought back tears.

”I feel your pain kid, but like I said it’s never been done, you would be wasting your money”

”I don’t care about the amount, I just want to try it”

Finally after much persuasion, the conjurer reluctantly accepted Jonas’ offer after seeing his resolve. He directs both Jonas and Jenna into an inner room where he had tons of magical totems and hollow bowls. The room smelled like old tobacco. There was an altar placed in the center of the room which had a large engraved bowl, filled with a strange looking liquid substance, sitting in its center. The conjurer turned to Jonas with his palm outstretched, gesturing toward him to pay first before he begins the ritual.

”Alright kid pay up and let’s get started but remember you and you alone is responsible for the repercussions”

The conjurer gathered a couple more engraved bowls and placed them on the altar as well. He then proceeded to cut off a lock of hair from the head of Jonas’ mom as well as some nail clippings. He poured them into the initial bowl that sat on the altar before lighting the contents on fire and chanting some spells.

”Oh great lords of the below, I beckon until thee that know, grace us with your presence, so we may bask in your essence”

The conjurer finished his chant and looked up at Jonas and Jenna, beckoning them to step forward.

”Now I’ve done my part, all we can do is wait and once the demonite arrives, you make your request known to it”

”Ok I understand”, Jonas replied, itching with anticipation.

A few long minutes pass by but nothing happens. Jonas stares disappointingly at the altar, he had become bored of waiting. He looks at the conjurer sternly, demanding an explanation. The conjurer swallowed saliva nervously.

”Maybe I misspelled a word in my chant or…or…maybe if I—-”, the conjurer was saying when ‘DHOOM’. A sound erupted out of thin air as the smell of sulphur filled the air. The color of the room’s atmosphere turned a deep red, as hung candles lit up with red flames. The temperature expanded quickly rendering the room extremely hot. Jonas and Jenna embraced each other in fright, the conjurer hid behind a table. Then everything cleared out and returned to normal. In the place of the engraved bowl on the altar stood a tall figure. A creature looming at a height of eight feet, it had blood red eyes and two black horns protruding from its forehead. It wore a long black robe, which was red on its edges, it had hind legs with hooves like that of a goat. Its arms were long and jaggered with sharp talons. Its shoulder had red protrusions jutting out of them. It also bared sharp fangs and a forked tongue as it smiled with a sly grin. On its back were two leathery wings. It turned its head scanning the entire room before opening its mouth.

”I am Akana, demonite ruler of the seventh layer of Delious”, it spake with a rough and sharp voice that sounded like two grinding stones been crushed together ”To what purpose doth thou beseech me”

Jonas and Jenna stood paralyzed with fear and shock at the entity that had just materialized in front of them.

TO BE CONTINUED.

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.

GODFALL(CONTD)

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.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Godfall

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.

GODFALL

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!!!”

TO BE CONTINUED

Assimulation part 3

Hello readers, I am back to continue the story of the post that I started earlier last week, if you are not caught up, you can simply check my last couple of uploads to see where the story begins.

ASSIMULATION(CONTD)

 Steve Bulman was a miserable man, he was just coming off a bitter divorce settlement. He had virtually no friends, his alcoholic behavior, which was the main cause for his divorce also propagated his termination from his workplace. Steve usually stayed at his home all day, a house that he was soon going to lose to his divorced wife. He had a severance check which he had been living on for the past couple of months. The only place Steve found solace in was at the 8-Bit Cafe which he frequented very often, spending nearly the entire day there. At times he played video games till closing and had to be coerced to go home. Steve had become increasingly depressed and he couldn’t escape his drinking vice no matter how much he tried, and due to the lack of friends and family, he lacked the appropriate therapy to rehabilitate himself. On this fateful day at the cafe where Damian had just beaten Battleshard, Steve was in an adjacent room playing a game like he always did. He had been spending way too much time at a screen and had become absent minded of his health. He couldn’t afford doctor appointments anymore and neglected to stay healthy, becoming oblivious to his weakening heart which was due to his excessive junk food intake without any form of exercise.

Steve had played almost all the games at the cafe and was looking for something more immersive. The cafe had just launched a new horror game titled Anguish. It involved the player wearing a neural link helmet which projected the surrounding of the game around them which took place in an abandoned mining cave swarming with monsters for total immersion. Players had to run and hide from the monsters in the game as the virtual reality was extremely realistic. Steve decided to give the game a go despite the warning of the graphic and disturbing contents. He hooked the neural link helmet to his head and started the game, no one else was in the room at the moment as they were all in the other room lifting up and praising Damian for his victory. Steve couldn’t be bothered, he simply wanted to continue his mundane lifestyle. He started the game and began descending down the virtual tunnel of the cave when suddenly “GRAWR”. A horned long fanged monster lunged at him, Steve shrieked like an earthworm that had been dumped in a vat of salt, he stumbled back yelling as he took the neural link helmet off his head and tossed it across the room. His heart started racing non stop as he began hyper ventilating. He grabs his chest feeling his heart pound furiously at his rib-cage. His eyes whitened as he came to a dreadful realization. He was going into cardiac arrest. The sudden jump scare had spiked his blood pressure and clogged his heart, he grasped his chest in excruciating pain yelling for help. Unfortunately no one was nearby to hear his incoherent plea. Steve’s eyes rolled back as he laid fully prone on his back, writhing in pain with his mouth wide open. His body eventually went still as he became motionless, never to rise again.

Damian was smiling gleefully as he enjoyed every single minute of his new found fame. He was seated down with a makeshift wreath of leaves on his head. He was glad to be finally getting some recognition for something that he genuinely loved. He was still bathing in his aura of glory when he heard a loud cry from an adjacent room. He ran towards the noise and saw some people gathered in front of the door.
“What happened? ” he asked a nearby person.
“They found a dead body in this gaming room”, the stranger replied “He seemed to have died from a heart attack while playing Anguish”.
“Damn, the game literally scared him to death”, another person muttered.
A couple of paramedics rushed in shortly after with a gurney, as they whisked the lifeless body away. A duo of suited personnels approached the room as well, whispering in hush tones to each other. Damian eavesdropped on their conversation and made out one prime sentence.
“What a PR nightmare”.

Steve’s lifeless body was placed on a metal slab surrounded by tons of medical equipment and fiber wires. Two suited men were also present in the room overlooking his corpse.
“How could this have happened?”, said the first man “This will destroy our reputation and Anguish will be boycotted”
“Don’t give up just yet Harold”, replied the second man “There might still be hope, remember our old project?”
“You can’t possibly be serious?” Harold retorted “James we never fully tested the project before its annulment”
“That’s true, however we never even tested it to know if it was going to succeed or not”
“We can’t just plug a random A. I. into an empty body”, Harold bellowed “We don’t know the repercussions, we will be tampering with technology that we have no control over”.
“But what do we have to lose, Harold if we install an A. I. into his body, we can claim that he didn’t die here”, James stated.
“But if the A. I. fails he would become lifeless again”
“Well then at least he doesn’t DIE here”, James said with a smirk.
“You do have a point, we can’t have the media and the public thinking that our games can physically hurt people, the blow back will be ridiculous”
“Exactly my point, we will just locate the right A. I. and integrate it into his corpse”
“Alright James, prepare the body for assimulation, but ensure that it’s the right A. I.” Harold stated firmly.
The two men gestured to some medics in the room, giving them instructions. The lab coated men moved towards Steve’s corpse and began the operation. They were going to install a random computer program into the body of Steve, which will give the impression that he survived the heart attack, hereby saving the cafe from any form of prosecution charges. All they needed was for the A. I. program to function properly for a couple of days after he would have returned home.
“We can’t afford to lose Anguish due to this”, James muttered “This guy was a ticking time bomb anyways, he had a very unhealthy lifestyle”.

Deep down in the virtual nexus, in the realm of 1s and 0s, on the binary landscape of algorithms. A certain program began to materialize out of thin air. Piece by piece its pixelated body started to take a humanoid shape. The digital creature stumbled for a while before getting into its full form. Its green leathery skin tensed and its eyes glowed red as it wore a wry smile.
“It feels good to be resurrected”, Xanthus Nazir said with a devious smirk. He had felt the gaming system being plugged to an outer source, so he willed himself back into existence(with extreme effort). He looked up and saw a lot of pixelated data being swept into a portal. Xanthus hops on the digital wave and surfs his way into the portal.
Steve opened his eyes, he tried moving but realized that he had been strapped to a metal slab while been observed by two suited men.
“It worked, it was a success”, the first man exclaimed “OK do not freak out, my name is Harold and this is my partner James” gesturing to the other suited man “You experienced a near fatal heart attack, but don’t worry you were saved in the nick of time”
“How are you feeling now Steve?”, James asked.
“Oh I’m feeling wonderful”, Steve replied with a devious smile as his eyes glowed red “Never been better”.
THE END