Today was one of the most bizarre of the days I have come to live in Laprisha.
The Soul Beast Contest is beginning in earnest. As you know, it is the contests where these Adzes show off their excellent skills their Soulbonds have, the grand prize being the Lord or Lady of Laprisha.
A rather odd custom that I am yet to come to grips with. How can you lobby the throne for such a contest?
Still, it is the Adzes. They are a set of… umph! I wonder if I can find the word to describe them exquisitely.
Do not think that Granin might also be that way because he is an Adze… He thinks clearer than the others and as such sees no reason why the throne should be lobbied and even opened to non-Adzes to compete.
Well, the Adzes are quite famous with the law of Death which is not a pleasant thing, by the way. However, that alone is not the reason for their fame.
They are also famous because they take great pride in soulbonding with beasts
"Why are you looking at it?" Tangera asked suspiciously."Isn't it obvious? That is one of the sentient beasts. The sooner it can get killed, the easier it is to shake off those Beastkins." Granin said, shrugging. "It just has to die.""Then... What about the Shadow Spider and that Manticore?" Tangera asked."Those ones can be settled but this is what Management wants." Granin replied rather coldly."No… no" Tangera frowned, shaking her head slowly at the ground as she took a couple of steps backwards away from Granin."it's not me who is making these changes, you know?So, try not to hate me, Tangera, okay?" Granin's face softened with a sigh. "I know how this is important to you being a trainer… But this is way above me, honestly. Lord Aiko is pulling all this strings himself and there is only nothing I can do as regards that." Granin said, taking a couple of steps towards her. "That is why I am even sifting these info to you.
Bayo froze upon seeing Tangera before him, walking into the stage. So, she'd been the one who opened it?And here he was…'Ugh! How dumb am I?' Bayo growled at himself."Come on…"Tangera turned around, beckoning to him. "You wanted to come out here, didn't you?"Bayo snorted, trudging out with his snout sniffing in the dark atmospheric airs.He paused when he got to the center, looking up to Tangera who stood in his way.She smiled at him, inhaling the air. With her hands sideways in the air, she turned around, a wry smile playing on her lips."You know… this place. The free air, the empty space, the vast pavilions…" Tangera said, swinging her hands up and down as she began to circle around with a carefree expression.The entire amphitheatre was silent and empty. Each step and sound seemed to echo for some seconds before subsiding. The sand on the ground was rough, scathered, evidence of
Lord Aiko sniffed in the air, wearing a grey bathrobe that dropped to his feet with the straps tied to his waist.As usual, the atmosphere is dark, a noticeable feature of the realms dominated by the Adzes. And as a result of their incomplete souls, these vampires are incapable in stepping out during Dawn time and throughout the day. In an attempt to solve this, they were able to infuse death energy into all their lands, bringing up a feel of the First Heaven into their place.As a result, demon waves that came down from the First Heaven, Orun Apaadi, naturally migrated through their realms. The vampires would do nothing most of the times. Actually all the time, encouraging the waves to pass through. However because of the fact that they were civilised of some sorts,they did not resort to entertaining their destructive tendencies whenever a new Icon arose.Today was however not one of those wave days. Rather, tonight, tonight, Lord Aiko had set the plans i
"Ladies and gentlemen…" The master of the ceremony screamed out of the bisellium.He was wearing just simple brown robes, a black girdle by his waist that draped down to the ground by the left. Over his shoulders, a black cloak resided them, coating his shoulders down to his arms.His face was rather oblique with a patch of triangular teddy by the ears, as if someone placed a traffic triangular sign there.His face was puffed and the edge of the black kinky hair he had, just by the edge where the top hair joined with the hair that sloped down towards the ears, a tiny of white was visible.Behind him, two seats made of long dark wood with rectangular backs that covered up the form of whoever sat there when viewed from the back were present. At the left and right sides, a little stool stayed there, having a brown wooden bowl and some nuts, refreshment for the course of the match.The MC stood right in the center of the chairs ahead
Bayo huffed, hearing the sounds of the metal rods retracting into the ground. His eyes widened, seeing the strange persons before him and just before he could think of anything, the spears with them hummed simultaneously as they thrust it forward.That same second, his senses tilted, his sense of being constantly shifting from place to place. One moment, he was walking on his paws, the other moment he was floating in the air.His insides hurt, almost as if something was trying to bite its way out, all of these sensations making him limp in the physical.'Move it' A voice had spoken and strangely, he felt some warmth from this voice.Not warmth per say. It was more of a threatening chill that told him that the only way out of all the aches he felt was through obeying the voice.And so, in obedience, he moved his form, walking before the vampires with their spears angled at the opposite sides of the neck in such a way that the vampires were behind hi
"Impossible." The MC's voice erupted as the crowd stared, unsure whether to cheer or not after they witnessed the gruesome dissection of the Mountainox into numerous bits and pieces.For a moment or two, the whole Amphitheatre was silent. The pieces of the Mountainox that were dissected earlier began to dissipate into several wafting streams of Agbara that diffused into nothingness as was with all Spirit beings.Just then, the MC's voice sounded again, but this time he sounded shaken."O-ohkay… S-somebody s-sto-stop thee…. Reset the stage!" He yelled out, saving his hands frantically.It takes a moment or two, the crowd staring down on the line figure in the stage that had remained still yet by the bisellium."The winner is… is anything still alive down there??" The MC asked straining his neck to look about the stage, unknown to him that the Wolf was still beneath the bisellium, it's entire frame rooted to the groun
Bayo frowned still. What he was seeing was unbelievable.At least…Who was this spider that was somewhat familiar to him and why would she…'Why would I what?' The cold eerie voice of the Spider rasped into Bayo's mind, the sound of it making him jump up in fright.Gods, he hated this mind telepathy of a thing.Spiders are air-breathing arthropods that have eight legs, chelicerae with fangs generally able to inject venom, and spinnerets that extrude silk. They are the largest order of arachnids and rank seventh in total species diversity among all orders of organismsThat… From what he could remember was what his teacher had taught him back then in Secondary School biology was what he could still recall about Spiders.That was what Bayo could still recollect as part of the things he had managed to park back then on Earth.his head throbbed, the feeling that he knew this Spider be
MY NAME IS TRIXIUS; TRIXIUS THE GREAT.BORN AN IRUNMOLE,SOLDIERS OF THE ORISHAS.IT WAS PERFECT, UNDERSTANDING THE LAWS OF OF CREATION IN VANQUISHING EVIL.BUT I HAD ENLIGHTENMENT AND FOUND THAT THE GODS I SERVED WERE THE TRUE EVIL. RUTHLESS, SELFISH AND UNCARING, THEY WERE THE EVIL I HAD TO VANQUISH.BUT YOU CANNOT FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE.I HAD TO LEARN THE OTHER WAY. LEGENDS SAY I BECAME A DEMON, BUT TRUTH IS, I FOUND POWER ENOUGH TO DEFEAT THE GODS.RIDING UNTIL THE HEAVENS, I WAS BETRAYED BY THE DEMON IMP KING AND SUFFERED A SURPRISE ATTACK.BUT TELL THE IMP KING, I AM NOT DONE WITH HIM.Those.Those were the words of His Lordship on the time when he was sealed into the control array.Betrayed by the demon imp king a promise of retaliation he had sworn to the vile existence that the demon Imp