Oyi ga'aje (son of the soil)

SIGNATURE STRIKE

In the depths of the corrupted church, now a twisted sanctuary for the demonic forces, a gathering of malevolent entities convened. The 13 demoniac and 10 demon nobles also known as generals assembled before their monarch, the demon king. The air was heavy with anticipation as they plotted their next move. “Your majesty”, a demon general suggested, “let us unleash a wave of terror upon the mortal realm. The possessor of the Echur’s power will surely emerge to confront us when innocent lives are at stake, just as we saw the last attack was furtile, Fumi’s blood art isn’t enough to draw out our enemy”. Adejor, a demoniac, bristled at the general’s words. “How dare you imply that Fumi’s blood art was ineffective?” he snarled. “Her power has already wrought havoc upon this human society” Fumi, however, remained indifferent to the noble’s criticism, her gaze fixed on the throne. Ochenteji’s voice boomed through the chamber, silencing the dissent. “Enough! Have you forgotten my warning about a kingdom divided against itself? We cannot reign supreme while our own ranks are fractured, I have a plan in motion, and Fumi’s blood art is merely the beginning”. With a wave of his hand, Ochenteji summoned a new presence. “Bring forth the robber demon”, he commanded, his voice dripping with malevolent intent. The doors creaked open, and the robber demon, infamous for his ill-fated encounter with Agaba, strode into the chamber. He dropped to one knee, his voice dripping with obsequiousness. “My king, supreme ruler of realms and worlds, I am but a humble servant, eager to do your bidding. How may I serve you?” Ochenteji’s gaze swept past the robber demon, his attention remaining fixed on the gathering of demoniacs and nobles. “He will guide you to the location where he crossed paths with the Achadu descendant”, the king declared, his voice low and menacing. “It’s possible that the descendant resides in the vicinity. For this mission to succeed, you Adejor, and Olotu the noble will spearhead the assault”. Olotu, still simmering from his earlier dispute with Adejor over Fumi’s blood art, bowed in unison with Adejor, their movements a testament to their unwavering loyalty to the demon king. The air was heavy with anticipation, the stage set for a perilous quest to uncover the secrets of the Achadu descendants. As night descended, Adejor, the demon general, Olotu, and the robber demon converged on the designated area, their presence shrouded in darkness. From the rooftop of a dilapidated building, Adejor surveyed the bustling streets below, his eyes scanning the crowded bars and makeshift shops peddling illicit goods. The air reeked of debauchery, and the trio’s presence went unnoticed amidst the chaos. Across the street, a group of men gang r***d a helpless girl, their actions stark testament to humanity’s darker nature. “Pathetic creatures”, the demon general, Olotu spat, his voice laced with disgust. “Their moral fabric has unraveled, leaving only a tangled mess of depravity”. Adejor’s gaze lingered on the scene, his expression a mixture of fascination and revulsion. “This is what they call freedom - a world where indulgence knows no bounds, and the strong prey on the weak”. The demon general’s eyes narrowed. “But our king’s vision is different. He seeks to create a realm where humanity is bound by his rules, where their desires are dictated by his whims”. Adejor’s smile was a thin, cruel line. “And we will be the instruments of his will, shaping this world into our paradise”. Adejor’s eyes gleamed with a fierce passion as he spoke of his vision for a world where the Idoma people reigned supreme, their freedom and honor unbridled. “In his world, that girl wouldn’t be an Idoma girl, for our women would be treated with the dignity and respect they deserve”. Just then, a sleek black Lexus pulled up to the bar, its arrival drawing a crowd of onlookers. A prtly, well-dressed man emerged from the vehicle, flanked by a burled guard. The crowd erupted into a chorus of praise and admiration, their voices a stark contrast to the disdain etched on Adejor’s face. “Pathetic humans”, the general muttered, his gaze sweeping over the scene with contempt. Adejor’s voice dripped with disgust, as he spoke of the man. “That’s a politician, the vice-chairman of Otukpo local government. He’s notorious for embezzling government funds, and this is his favorite haunt, where he comes to flaunt his ill-gotten wealth”. A sudden burst of chaos erupted from the crowd as a mysterious figure clad in black emerged, gun in hand. Without hesitation, he fired a single bullet that tore through the politician’s temple, lodging itself deep within his brain. The once-vaunted leader crumpled to the ground, his lifeblood pooling around him. The guard sprang into action, his own gun blazing as he cut down two individuals in the direction of the gunfire. Pandemonium ensued, the crowd splintering into factions as gangsters clashed, some defending the guard while others sought vengeance for their fallen comrades. The demon general’s voice cut through the mayhem, his eyes gleaming with malevolent intent. “Humanity’s decay is palpable. Let us end their suffering”. with a fluid motion, he laept from the rooftop, his landing silent as a ghost. As the warring crowd turned to face him, a voice rang out, “Who the f**k are you?” the demon general’s smile was a cold, calculated thing. “You’re about to find out”. The demon general struck a pose, his body tense with malevolent energy. As he unleashed his blood art, crimson clouds swirled around him, casting an eerie glow over the chaotic scene. His smile was a twisted, evil grin. “I’ll meet you all in hell”, he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. With a sweeping gesture, he extended his arms, and a ferocious whirlwind erupted from his body, hurtling towards the crowd like a vortex of death. The people were flung through the air, crashing into the bar’s windows and veranda, shattering glass and splintering wood. Panic erupted inside the bar as patrons stumbled backward, horrified by the carnage. One of the victims, fueled by desperation, pulled out a gun and unleashed a hail of bullets at the demon general. But the projectiles had no effect, ricocheting harmlessly off his body. The patrons watched in frozen terror, the slow gangster music still playing in the background, as the demon general stormed through the bar with supernatural speed, leaving a trail of mutilated bodies in his wake. The air was heavy with the stench of blood and death as the demon general tore through the crowd, his movements a blur of violence. Just as suddenly, the m******e ended, the demon general vanishing into the night. The survivors stumbled through the wreckage, shell-shocked and traumatized. The sound of sirens pierced the air as police cars screeched to a halt outside the bar, officers leaping out to survey the c*****e. But they were too late; the demon general had already vanished into the darkness, leaving behind a trail of blood and terror. “you in the building, come out with your hands on your head, or we will burst in and take you out by force!”, an officer bellowed towards a figure in the bar. The music blasting from within the building seemed to grow more frenzied, as if echoing the chaos that was about to unfold. Then, a towering figure emerged from the shadows, its presence seeming to draw the very light out of the air. The police officers stationed at the entrance exchanged nervous glances, their faces paling as they took in the demon general’s inhumane appearnace.“What’s all this…commotion?” the demon general asked, his voice low and menacing, like thunder on a summer day. The officers were paralyzed with fear, their commander’s sudden shout of “fire!” triggering a hail of bullets that rained down upon the demon general. But the projectiles merely ricocheted off his body, causing no discernible harm. Enraged by the futile attack, the demon general charged forward with a ferocity that sent the officers reeling. His first victim lost their head in a single, brutal swipe, while the nearest police car was sent flying onto two other officers, crushing them beneath its weight. With a speed that defied human comprehension, the demon general closed in on another officer, ripping their arm from its socket and using it as a frail to strike down others nearby. Panic set in as officers dropped their guns and fled in terror, while others were frozen in place, unable to move or react. The demon general’s voice rose above the chaos, his words dripping with malevolent glee. “Hey, Adejor, don’t you want to catch some fun, catch those escaping, its fun, seeing how humans scream!” “Let them flee”, Adejor replied, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Their terror will spread like wildfire, striking fear into the hearts of all who hear the tale”. He turned to the robber demon. “Go assist your general in his… harvest”. The robber demon bowed, his eyes gleaming with excitement, before leaping off the building to pursue the fleeing officers. A desperate voice crackled over the police radio. “We need backup, now! This thing is a beast, a monster…!” the officer’s words were cut short as the demon general’s fingers pierced through his skull. The demon general’s laughter was a deafening roar, his voice echoing off the buildings. “I am a god, a deity who can crush humans like the insignificant insects they are!” The sounds of sirens filled the air as tens of police cars converged on the scene, surrounding the demon general. “Hands in the air!” an officer shouted, his voice trembling with fear, But as the officers gazed upon the bloodied demon, their bravery faltered. One officer’s eyes widened in terror, his finger tightening around the trigger. “Sir, are you seeing this?!” he exclaimed, before unleashing a hail of bullets. Pandemonium erupted as police officers scrambled to contain the situation. Roadblocks were set up at the ends of the street, preventing civilians from entering the fray. Meanwhile, a TVC news helicopter thundered overhead, its cameras capturing the chaos below. “Breaking news, coming in from Ibadan street, where a bizarre, humanoid creature has unleashed a bloody rampage, leaving a trail of civilian casualties in its wake. The police have scrambled to respond, cordoning off the street, hut as we’re witnessing live, the situation is spiraling out of control. A fierce gun battle is underway between the police and the creature, yet it appears impervious to the hail of bullets”. As the reporter’s eyes locked onto Adejor, who perched atop the building in his terrifying demon form, her voice faltered. She nudged the cameraman, her eyes wide with fear, and pointed towards the building. The cameraman’s gaze followed, and he too paled at the sight of Adejor’s monstrous visage. The helicopter’s proximity to the building had unwittingly placed it within Adejor’s strike zone. A sadistic grin spread across Adejor’s face as he launched himself towards the helicopter, the entire scene unfolding live on camera. With his razor sharp, bird-like legs, Adejor tore through the reporter’s body, before snatching the cameraman and hurling him out of the helicopter. Adejor then leapt out, grasping the helicopter’s side and wrenching it towards the ground. The helicopter crashed, erupting into a fireball that claimed the life of the pilot. Agaba ambled downstairs, his stomach growling with anticipation as he made a beeline for the refrigerator to grab a snack. But as he entered the living room, his attention was hijacked by the disturbing images flashing across the TV screen. His mom sat transfixed, her eyes glued to the breaking news report. Just then, his father emerged from his bedroom, resplendent in his crisp uniform. “Honey, I’m heading out to work”, he announced, dropping a gentle kiss on his wife’s forehead. The ordinary domestic scene was a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding on live television, where reports of a rampaging demon-like creature were sending shockwaves through the city.