Legion of Fallen Angels

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.