STORY: The Last God
PROLOGUE
Being an all-powerful being had its perks. The flying, teleportation, sexiness and immortality was pretty awesome, not to talk of the heady worship and awesome dental insurance policy. I stepped out of my office and moved towards my new kia xperia 9000, a car brought from the future thanks to Esu, Olodumare’s messenger.
The guy was annoying but pretty handy with stuffs like this. I worked in an electrical holding company in Victoria Island, Lagos state.
Now you might wonder, why would a supposedly “all powerful” being work, not to talk of working for humans. Well, living as a god gets pretty boring after a while and I love mixing things up a bit to make it interesting. Plus, I needed help managing my temper and the other deities just keep messing up my flow.
Enough chitchat.
Here are the facts.
I am a god
I’m immensely handsome
I’ve got temper issues
I spit fire when I’m mad
And I work in an electrical company.
Seriously, you should know who I am already. If you don’t, well that’s your problem because I’m not telling you. I slid into my car and revved the engine, winding up my windows and cranking up the air conditioner.
Nigeria can be so hot in April ehn. I taxied out unto the express and my car unfurled its wings, beat a few times, and in moments I was in the air. No one screamed or shouted as my car accelerated into the sky.
This was the job of a god whose name I have trouble remembering. If any god or immortal performs or does anything out of the ordinary, it’s his job to make sure no one notices. It’s a really complicated process that I don’t feel like going into right now.
As I headed towards my penthouse in the sky, she appeared in the seat right beside me, smelling of the sea and encased in a water bubble, dripping sea water on my leather seat. My eyes flashed lightning but with a tremendous effort I reined in my temper and tried to think of how satisfying it would be to blast her out of the sky.
“You’re getting better at controlling yourself I see’ she said in her melodious voice.
‘That leather is made from the skin of an animal that has lived long before you were born’ I gritted out.
I turned to face her, keeping one hand on the steering wheel as I drove the car deeper into the clouds. She was beautiful, sinfully so. Her dark hair cascaded down her back and floated in the water bubble encasing her and keeping her from disintegrating this far from the sea.
Her lips gloriously pink she looked ravishing. Her tail moved sensuously as she noticed my scrutiny of her. It had been 500 years since I last saw her. She was saying something and I reluctantly dragged my eyes from her body and listened.
‘… Said you should not be late as he would not be lenient with you this time around‘
what did you say?’
She smiled knowingly and repeated herself
‘Obatala said you should not be late as he would not be lenient with you this time around‘
I sighed and nodded docilely. She never saw the lightning bolt coming as I blasted her out of my car. She’d survive it. After all, she was a god.
One thing you should know about gods is that we are related in the grossest sense of the word. Take for instance my ex-wife Oya. She slept with her brother Olokun, god of the sea and that produced the pesky goddess I ejected out of my car.
My brothers, Obatala and Ogun are married to our sisters currently. My nephews are … you get the gist. I had sworn of godly relationships and I was the only one who spent so much time among mortals. Olodumare just lets us do what we want and doesn’t interfere except when he sent that angel that started calling himself the son of God.
Angels=really bossy beings. I got into my garage, teleported right into my sitting room. It was sparsely furnished. A table made of clouds, chairs made of clouds, throne made of clouds, bed made of clouds etc. (what did you expect, I AM the god of the sky).
The meeting was holding in three days at the birth place of humanity, ile ife. I went to my work table (also made of clouds) and brought out my master bolt and began feeding it with power from the core of my being. Lots of gods have faded away simply because humanity refuses to remember them and I counted myself extremely lucky that I they still feared lightning no matter their religion.
Plus, all their worship passes through my domain before getting to Olodumare and I feed of this to sustain myself. Life as a god also comes with risks. No afterlife like heaven or hell for us. We don’t die, we don’t fall sick. We simply fade out of existence. We become nothing. Nada. Zilch. Poof. Disappear.
Enough with the adjectives jarey, you get the gist. Every time we meet, positions change. Challenges are made and losers give up their domain. A handful of us have been able to retain our domains since the beginning of time, but some had lost. Osun lost to Oya and her powers were confined to the boundaries of her shrine. She steps out, she becomes powerless. I don’t plan on losing mine soon.
I can feel it though. The end drawing near. Gods have ruled the earth for countless millennia and our time is coming to an end. There is something rising out of the Far East. Something far greater than what we’ve ever faced.
My name is Sango, god of the thunder, god of lightning, god of FIRE, god of the sky. Let me tell you the story of the beginning of the end. To be continued Next Week
By; PHANTOM
Being an all-powerful being had its perks. The flying, teleportation, sexiness and immortality was pretty awesome, not to talk of the heady worship and awesome dental insurance policy. I stepped out of my office and moved towards my new kia xperia 9000, a car brought from the future thanks to Esu, Olodumare’s messenger.
The guy was annoying but pretty handy with stuffs like this. I worked in an electrical holding company in Victoria Island, Lagos state.
Now you might wonder, why would a supposedly “all powerful” being work, not to talk of working for humans. Well, living as a god gets pretty boring after a while and I love mixing things up a bit to make it interesting. Plus, I needed help managing my temper and the other deities just keep messing up my flow.
Enough chitchat.
Here are the facts.
I am a god
I’m immensely handsome
I’ve got temper issues
I spit fire when I’m mad
And I work in an electrical company.
Seriously, you should know who I am already. If you don’t, well that’s your problem because I’m not telling you. I slid into my car and revved the engine, winding up my windows and cranking up the air conditioner.
Nigeria can be so hot in April ehn. I taxied out unto the express and my car unfurled its wings, beat a few times, and in moments I was in the air. No one screamed or shouted as my car accelerated into the sky.
This was the job of a god whose name I have trouble remembering. If any god or immortal performs or does anything out of the ordinary, it’s his job to make sure no one notices. It’s a really complicated process that I don’t feel like going into right now.
As I headed towards my penthouse in the sky, she appeared in the seat right beside me, smelling of the sea and encased in a water bubble, dripping sea water on my leather seat. My eyes flashed lightning but with a tremendous effort I reined in my temper and tried to think of how satisfying it would be to blast her out of the sky.
“You’re getting better at controlling yourself I see’ she said in her melodious voice.
‘That leather is made from the skin of an animal that has lived long before you were born’ I gritted out.
I turned to face her, keeping one hand on the steering wheel as I drove the car deeper into the clouds. She was beautiful, sinfully so. Her dark hair cascaded down her back and floated in the water bubble encasing her and keeping her from disintegrating this far from the sea.
Her lips gloriously pink she looked ravishing. Her tail moved sensuously as she noticed my scrutiny of her. It had been 500 years since I last saw her. She was saying something and I reluctantly dragged my eyes from her body and listened.
‘… Said you should not be late as he would not be lenient with you this time around‘
what did you say?’
She smiled knowingly and repeated herself
‘Obatala said you should not be late as he would not be lenient with you this time around‘
I sighed and nodded docilely. She never saw the lightning bolt coming as I blasted her out of my car. She’d survive it. After all, she was a god.
One thing you should know about gods is that we are related in the grossest sense of the word. Take for instance my ex-wife Oya. She slept with her brother Olokun, god of the sea and that produced the pesky goddess I ejected out of my car.
My brothers, Obatala and Ogun are married to our sisters currently. My nephews are … you get the gist. I had sworn of godly relationships and I was the only one who spent so much time among mortals. Olodumare just lets us do what we want and doesn’t interfere except when he sent that angel that started calling himself the son of God.
Angels=really bossy beings. I got into my garage, teleported right into my sitting room. It was sparsely furnished. A table made of clouds, chairs made of clouds, throne made of clouds, bed made of clouds etc. (what did you expect, I AM the god of the sky).
The meeting was holding in three days at the birth place of humanity, ile ife. I went to my work table (also made of clouds) and brought out my master bolt and began feeding it with power from the core of my being. Lots of gods have faded away simply because humanity refuses to remember them and I counted myself extremely lucky that I they still feared lightning no matter their religion.
Plus, all their worship passes through my domain before getting to Olodumare and I feed of this to sustain myself. Life as a god also comes with risks. No afterlife like heaven or hell for us. We don’t die, we don’t fall sick. We simply fade out of existence. We become nothing. Nada. Zilch. Poof. Disappear.
Enough with the adjectives jarey, you get the gist. Every time we meet, positions change. Challenges are made and losers give up their domain. A handful of us have been able to retain our domains since the beginning of time, but some had lost. Osun lost to Oya and her powers were confined to the boundaries of her shrine. She steps out, she becomes powerless. I don’t plan on losing mine soon.
I can feel it though. The end drawing near. Gods have ruled the earth for countless millennia and our time is coming to an end. There is something rising out of the Far East. Something far greater than what we’ve ever faced.
My name is Sango, god of the thunder, god of lightning, god of FIRE, god of the sky. Let me tell you the story of the beginning of the end. To be continued Next Week
By; PHANTOM
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