Oyi ga'aje (son of the soil)

The Harbinger of Doom

That 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”