2025-06-27 23:57:00That night, the town felt off.The wind blew colder than usual. Dogs barked at nothing.
In an old-styled church near the town’s edge, at the end of Ogobia road, the candles burned too bright. Something evil stirred. Candlelight flickered as a group of figures in black robes gathered around the church. In the church, a lone pastor knelt in prayer. The building hummed in spiritual resonance. He felt - an unease. A tremor. Something unnatural. Then the door creaked open.Three figures entered. Eyes glinting with malice.Adejor, Akan and fumilayo. Behind them, ten silent figures stood like grave markers in the night. Adejor’s voice echoed through the sanctuary. “Look at this. A pastor. Alone in the house of his God”. The pastor turned, eyes met the figures, he grabbed the edge of the altar, his blood running cold, his sweat pores burst like a fountain. “Who… who are you?” he stammered, “You have no right -” Fumilayo raised a hand.“Silence”, she yelled, with an evil grin “tonight, permit us to use your church to bring back something diabolical”, she smiled. The pastor stepped back, trembling.“I’ll call the police -” “Call the police”, Adejor smiled, with a wicked, grotesque grin. “isn’t your God all powerful”, he mumbled with a bit of mockery. “you are no true servant of your God”, Akan said, his voice cold, “Your greed, your lies - you were never marked for heaven, you always follow what favors you and not what favor your God” The air thickened. Shadows crawled across the walls. Akan raised his hands, the sacred ring relic on his hand reflected the dim light that illuminate the church. He began incantation.The pastor began praying, but his voice was shaken with fear. Then suddenly.The pastor began to float, screaming as invisible chains coiled around him. “you were no true servant”, Akan said. Then the chants began.“Oh, supreme reformer… arise! accept our offering! Begin your reformation!” The pastor felt something in him. He started screaming in pain, his body was torn from the inside. Slowly. His balls rotate 360, as he saw a demonic hand tore through his belly. The hand was covered in the pastor’s blood.Another hand burst out. His bones started creaking.His organs burst out.The church walls trembled.And the pastor was splited in half. Right in the middle of his torn body a crack in reality appear.And boom, a gush of demonic aura. From the corpse stepped out a colossal monstrous entity - eyes glowing purple, like the deem light of hell. Towering and commanding. He was cloaked in shadows. Behind him came others - twisted beasts that crawled, hissed and laughed. A pillar of black flame erupted from the church, lashing into the sky. The city remained asleep. But in one home, two hearts stirred. Agaba froze mid-step from the refrigerator, with a sachet of water on his hand. His father beside him stopped too.Their eyes looking worried, and shocked, extremely fright full…The commanding presence of this beast.. What is this? Ihotu noticed the change from the kitchen, as her husband stopped replying her, eyes narrowing at their sudden silence. She ran to the Sitting room…“Agaba?”, She asked. But the fear didn’t let him answer. The world had shifted. Something ancient had returned. “the harbinger of doom is here”
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The Weight of Destiny
A shiver ran down Agaba’s spine as he recounted the fateful day his destiny was forever sealed. “…my father took me to the sacred cottage, a tradition passed down through generations. But nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. As I stood gazing at the spectacular appearance of the Echor, the ancient stone cracked open, and I was suspended in mid-air, my body sliced apart by an unseen force…”. Agaba’s eyes seemed to gaze into the depths of his soul. “…my father witnessed a vision of the gods themselves dismantling my body, infusing me with the raw power of the elements. They prophesied that the seal would break during my lifetime, and I must master all seven natural elements before the impending catastrophe. For the past year, I’ve been training relentlessly, honing my skills to face the unimaginable challenges ahead…”. A hint of trepidation crept into Agaba’s voice. “… my uncle warned me that Agaba and his minions may return, more powerful than ever, after spendin
Revelation of the Echor
Minutes ticked by before Ahmed appeared, throwing Nnenna’s expectations into chaos. Her confusion deepened - what was Agaba power’s connection to Ahmed? The park, once a mundane public space, had transformed into a hub of intrigue. Nnenna’s determination remained unwavering, her eyes fixed on the unfolding scene as she clutched her magazine, a mask of anonymity. Ahmed’s arrival was met with a firm handshake, and the two engaged In hushed conversation as they waited for the sun’s descent to thin the park’s crowd. 27 minutes ticked by, and the park’s population dwindled to a mere seven souls: a father and daughter strolling with their dog, two lovebirds entwined on a bench, a mysterious girl engrossed in a magazine, and the duo themselves. Seizing the opportunity, Agaba and Ahmed slipped into the bush, leaving the faint glow of the park’s lamps behind. As they ventured deeper into the darkness, Ahmed’s voice whispered through the trees, “Haven’t we walked far enough?” Agaba’s re
Shadows of Revelation
Under the veil of darkness, Adejor and his fellow cult members converged on the outskirts of town, their shadows dancing in the flickering torchlight. With whispers and incantations, they performed a series of occultic rituals, their eyes aglow with an otherworldly intensity. As they sat in a circle, Akan’s voice wove a spell of anticipation, revealing the long-sought secret: the thin line dividing the realms converged in this very town. The challenge lay in pinpointing its exact location. United in their quest, they resolved to rent a discreet abode, far from prying eyes. Adejor’s home was ruled out, lest they attract unwanted attention. Instead, they opted for a hotel room in the bustling heart of the city, where activities would blend into the chaos. Within the hotel’s walls, they ensconced themselves, their box of occultic instruments at the ready. Akan and his assistant, Fumi, a mysterious and enigmatic woman from Lagos, remained in the room, their eyes fixed on the u
The Locker Scandal
As news of his incredible feat spread like wildfire, the college was abuzz with excitement. Even Ahmed, the third-ranked student, couldn’t match Agaba’s perfect score, managing only a B in geography. The respect and admiration for Agaba soared, cementing his status as a certified academic rockstar. As the new academic year unfolded, Agaba and Ahmed’s friendship reignited, and Ahmed’s enthusiasm knew no bounds. He had longed for the old Agaba, but the new, enigmatic version had left him with a burning curiosity - and a list of questions he couldn’t wait to ask. Meanwhile, Agaba’s popularity was skyrocketing. The school’s website was flooded with love messages from smitten girls, with new declarations of admiration pouring in daily. Idibia, the former bully, was desperate to reclaim his dominance. His focus on reclaiming power made him had an issue with Nneka, leaving him groveling her for forgiveness. The table had turned: the once-feared lion was now a laughingstock, while fo
The gathering storm
Adejor, Idibia’s enigmatic elder brother, emerged from the shadows of Lome, Togo. Four years prior, he had vanished under the guise of visiting a friend, concealing his true intentions: a clandestine spiritual sect meeting. His return was met with warmth, but an aura of mystery lingered. Adejor’s companion, Akan, was an imposing figure - tall, dark, and eerily quiet. His presence seemed to command attention, and his piercing gaze hinted at secrets untold. As they settled into Adejor's family home, an air of anticipation hung heavy. Unbeknownst to their loved ones, Adejor and Akan were driven by a sinister purpose. They sought to exploit a hidden breach between realities, unleashing their dark deity upon the world. Following a series of cryptic rituals, they discovered the fragile boundary between realities vulnerable in the Otukpo region. With their sights set on Nigeria, they returned with occultic artifacts cleverly disguised by a spell of deception. The cult, shrouded in
Agaba's Ascendency
Over the next seven months, Agaba’s training intensified, with his father guiding him through the intricacies of natural manipulation. His dedication was unwavering, and he soon mastered the elements with ease. His powers grew, and he began to exert control over the weather itself, summoning storms and whirlwinds with a mere thought and use of ancient symbols made from his fingers resulting in the flow of spiritual energy through his mind and physical body.As Agaba’s abilities expanded in secret, so did his reputation in public. His classmates regarded him with a mixture of fear and awe, whispering stories of his exploits in hushed tones. Idibia, still traumatized by their last encounter, seethed with resentment, his desire for revenge burning brighter with each passing day. Yet, the memory of Agaba’s piercing gaze and effortless dominance kept him at bay, his plans for retaliation simmering on the back burner, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Another unfortunate incident
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