79 Chempokulu (1/2)
In a remote land near Ndia ocean, in a 'manyatta' made of grass, a young man sat on a three legged stool smoking cigarette. His long hairs were unkempt and dirty. His beards were not any different. The camel hide he wore had several patches of liquid stains. His light skin had paintings all over. White circles were also painted around his big eyes, cheeks and forehead. From afar, he looked more like a ghost.
In front of him were herbs, bones and several calabashes of different shapes ands sizes carrying fluids of different types. Feathers of different colors were also around him. He kept singing a song that no one would want to listen to.
He was practicing an art that was unorthodox and verbotenamongst the populace. That was why, like some animals, he lived alone far from where people lived. From the things around him, it was obvious he was living only to harm people. He was a Warlock!
These kinds of people were also gifted but due to reasons known to themselves, they always chose not to use their gifts as tools to help mankind but to destroy them. Usually, these people were more dangerous than the beasts that lived in the forbidden lands. This was because they harmed people from several millions of kilometers away. Those who wanted to take revenge for injustices they faced always looked for them and through them, they destroyed families and clans!
”Lord of darkness, your servant is calling to serve you, please talk to me.” Picking a horn and placing it near his chest, the man bowed a little before hollowing.
He repeated the same thing three times before the ground shook intensely followed by the appearance of fire around him. Seeing what was happening, instead of panicking, he placed the bone down and bowed in reverence with his eyes tightly shut.
Alongside the appearance of the fire, six women dressed in azure gowns appeared. Shrouding them were dark chilling aura. Alongside their breathing, their presence could make one feel his soul escape from his body.
”Sisters from the dark world, Chempokulu is here ready to heed to your commands, please command me.” The man this time kowtowed faced with these six women.
Sisters from the dark were powerful black fiends that served the Lord of darkness in the dark world. They could not appear in Keniya except in spirit forms. Their power was not at all inferior to the Saints from the skies. Their standing in the dark world was above the ordinary black fiends. They were also very intelligent and whatever they were able to pull off was unfathomable..
The six ladies the young man had summoned were only existing in spirit forms yet they were able to exert great pressure even on himself. If they could be walking on their true forms, only the One from above or the Lord of Darkness knew what could happen to this Warlock.
”Rise Chempokulu!”
The women said simultaneously. Their voices echoed around an area of radius of over two hundred metres. Their voices were grand and majestic. Combined with the fact that they sounded like they were from an endless abyss, any other person could just faint upon hearing them. Even Chempokulu trembled a little as cold sweat trickled down his face.
”Command me sisters.” The young man bowed.
”We are sending you to the lands of Nok. There is an old man there. He is a prophet and a witch doctor at the same time. We want you to kill him and retrieve his stick and bring it here. We will tell you what to do once you are with the stick. Be quick because we have no time.” The women said emotionlessly before disappearing at the same time.
Just like the Saints' powers were profound in Keniya but not in the dark world, the sisters from the dark were also powerful in their own world. Even though killing someone in Keniya was not something difficult to pull off, since it involved a gifted person who had been chosen to help the Ordainer, they had to be careful lest they terriblyfailed in their missions.
The young man nodded respectfully before a gleam appeared on his eyes. He took one of the bones on a hide that was in front of him and mattered a few words under his breath. After that, vanished from the spot. .
”You have arrived in a timely manner my children. I was almost sending a message to invite you over, you have saved me from a lot of trouble...”
The old Nalianya laughed upon seeing the group of peoplegetting into his compound. He dropped his hoe to go and welcome his children and grandchildren when,
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!