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ARMAGEDDON AFTERMATH
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Chapter 4 - The Old Legend

MANY YEARS AGO

Two women danced around a boiling pot. One stood over the pot, stirring its greenish mixture as she chuckled along with the other two. In her hand was an open book. No words occupied its pages, but symbols and drawings.

“Sandra, get the final piece needed.” the one with the book ordered.

“Okay, Mubiana.” Sandra replied.

Sandra squeaked happily, twirling around on her tippy-toes. She danced all the way to the old oak cabinet. She pulled open a drawer to a colorless jar and in it was a dark feather. Sandra looked over her shoulder, grinning at the others.

“Hurry up, midnight is almost upon us.” one other woman insisted, pointing at the wall clock.

“Relax, Bella.” Sandra said, giggling.

“Be careful, it’s a miracle that we found that fallen angel feather.” Bella anxiously cautioned.

Sandra carefully picked the jar. This time around, she took care to approach the pot slowly. Bella took the jar from her, smiling widely at the others. They waited excitedly as she unscrewed the lid.

As Bella pulled out the feather, Mubiana eyed the wall clock. It was only a minute to midnight. Bella held the feather above the steamy pot. Mubiana and Sandra exchanged evil grins.

“No more shall we run away from witch finders.” Mubiana declared.

“My only regret is that Cynthia won’t be here to witness it all.” Sandra lamented, frowning.

Bella lowered the feather to the steam, glaring at the pot, she said, “With this, we will avenge her death. Everyone who torched her will burn.”

“They will all burn.” Mubiana hissed.

“Burn.” Sandra mimicked.

The feather touched the soup at the sound of the alarm clock. In a blink of an eye, the pot shook rapidly. A bright spark followed—blinding the witches before sending them slamming into the walls.

Sandra was the first to open her eyes. Her face lit up at the glowing green light illuminating the room. She heard Mubiana moan and turned to her. Mubiana gasped at the light. She shook Bella awake who whimpered in response.

The witches staggered their way to the pot. Their jaws dropped at the bubbling soup. Mubiana rubbed her throbbing forehead as she picked up a cup. She scooped the soup into the cup and handed it to Bella. Bella smiled at her and together, they all left the kitchen.

They came to a door. Sandra pulled out a key from her bra. She unlocked the door to a pregnant woman bound in chains on a chair. Rolls of garlic filled her smoky bruised neck. She growled at the clouds of smoke covering her face.

The woman angrily hissed at the witches through her fangs. Her red eyes revealed nothing but resentment. The trio looked on unfazed by her beastly growls.

“Release me!” she demanded, screaming in rage.

“Not a chance, bitch.” Mubiana retorted.

“Well, at least until you do us a little favor.” Bella coyly cooed.

“So, be a good vampire and,” Sandra held up the cup to the woman, “drink this.”

“The hell I’m I drinking that.” the vampire refused.

The witches spread out around her. They nodded their heads at each. At once, they pounced on the vampire. Sandra pulled her hair back, Mubiana forced her jaw apart and Bella forced the portion down her throat.

They grinned at her gurgling. As soon as the portion finished, Bella tossed the mug cup aside—shattering it to pieces. The vampire wailed in pain, curving her neck down. Bella unlocked her chains.

They helped the vampire to the floor. She curled herself into a ball, holding her belly and gnashing her teeth in pain. The witches watched her roll over, wailing and moaning. The vampire screamed so loud that the window broke, sending tiny pieces of glass to the flow. A gash of wind swept through the room.

“She has gone into labor!” Mubiana exclaimed.

The witches took hold of the vampire. She screamed aloud in pain. Bella held her from behind as she pushed. The vampire threw her head back, pushing with all her might. Mubiana waited to catch the baby. Sandra on the other hand stood away with a wooden stake.

The vampire’s screams barely drowned the baby’s cries. Mubiana laughed happily at the baby boy in her arms. The vampire weakly reached out for her baby but Mubiana got up and dashed out.
“Give me back my baby!” the vampire demanded.

Bella stepped away from her, disgust plastered across her face. She did not blink when Sandra pounced on the vampire. Sandra stabbed the wooden stack deep into the vampire’s chest. The vampire clawed three lines her face.

Sandra fell to her side shrieking and covering her face. Bella rushed to her aid. She kicked the vampire in the face and stepped on the wooden stack. It plunged in deeper with every stomp. The vampire finally laid limp with her eyes and mouth open.

Hyperventilating, Bella glanced over to Sandra crying over her wounds. She helped her off the floor, and they left to join Mubiana. Mubiana took one look at Sandra and brought her eyes back to the baby sucking its fingers.

“We have a big job raising our precious creation.” she said, smiling.

27 YEARS LATER

Mubiana and Sandra knelt beside Bella’s body. Blood stained their hands as they cried over her. Up ahead below the mountain was a strong built man breathing fire on villagers. Smoke filled the air.

Screams spread across the land. Mubiana and Sandra trembled at the man’s thunderous roars. The destruction was far beyond their comprehension. It was all too much… even for them.

PRESENT

“What are you saying, father?” Levi asked King Mwaba.

“In order to survive this war, we need protection.” King Mwaba calmly answered, his people looked on bewildered.

“Bringing Sango back is su***de. The very witches who raised him failed to control him. They had to seal him away in Lephalin.” Levi stressed.

“What is Lephalin?” a little girl asked.

Her mother apologetically pulled her close. The girl’s father bowed to King Mwaba and Levi with his hand over his chest in remorse for his daughter’s interruption. King Mwaba shook his head disapprovingly at him.

“Let the children ask questions for wisdom has no age.” King Mwaba rebuked.

The man bowed once more, “Forgive me, your majesty.”

King Mwaba met the inquisitive gaze of the girl, “Lephalin is a dimension between hell and earth.” he answered and turned to the people, “We need Sango. He is a half human, half vampire who possesses the power essence of fallen angels. The perfect hybrid weapon of destruction.”

“There’s no way to get him out of Lephalin.” Levi said, expressing his doubt.

“The witches of Mosi O Tunya detailed how to summon him in a special book.” King Mwaba argued.

“We don’t even know where this book is.” Levi admonished.

Alipah stepped up. She kept her eyes away from Cecilia glaring at her. Levi gave her way to the throne. Alipah bowed to King Mwaba, and he nodded his head at her.

“My king, I grew up listening to stories about where the witches hid the book.” she said.

Levi widened his eyes at her surprised, “Are you saying you know where the book is?”

“Yes, I do. Legend has it that they buried it right here in Lusaka many years ago. If you let me, I can take you to the place.” Alipah humbly offered.

“Are you sure of what you are saying?” King Mwaba inquired; his old eyes studying Alipah’s expression.

Alipah nodded, “Yes, my grandmother told me herself. She was a witch, so she knew things.”

Levi pulled Alipah to face him, “Where is it?” he asked.

“It was buried somewhere within the Ruins hostels of the former University of Zambia.” Alipah said to the tensed crowd.

ARMAGEDDON AFTERMATH

Chapter 3 - Drastic Measures

An old fat king, dressed in the finest silk, walked back and forth in the presence of his aged queen. He bumped onto a coffee table, quickly put his crown back in place and continued mumbling to himself.

“You worry too much, my lord. Joshua succeeds in all his missions.” his queen assured, frowning at him.

“I want her out of there, Miriam. Abbadon will not spare her despite our alliance with him.” the king stressed to which his wife sighed.

“You shouldn’t have agreed to the alliance in the first place, father.” a teenage boy rebuked as he walked into the room.

He put his shotgun on the table. Glaring at the king, the boy sat beside Queen Miriam. She embraced him; checking his sweaty body for any wounds. All the while, father and son kept their stern eyes locked.

“You dare to question my decision?” the king asked, appalled.

“We could have fought back instead of curling our tails like dogs.” he hissed back.

“Malama, that’s enough!” Miriam rebuked, scowling. Raising her finger to Malama, she said, “Do not forget that he is your father and king of this land.”

Malama got up annoyed. He scowled at his father who bared his own hardened expression. “You betrayed the very people you gave your daughter’s hand in marriage.” he glowered.

“I did what I did for the good of this kingdom!” the king blurted out.

“It was cowardice!” Malama vehemently shouted.

“What insolence!”

The king grabbed Malama, slammed him to a wall—pinning a dagger to his chin. Queen Miriam gasped in fear. She called out for the guards, and they came rushing in. None of them, however, had the courage to step in.

Large thumps were heard. The king kept his fiery gaze on Malama. The steps got louder and louder but still, the king pricked the flesh of his son. Miriam furrowed at the cut on Malama’s neck.

When Joshua finally appeared in the doorway, she desperately held onto the king’s hand. Joshua bent over and walked through the door. His horns brushed against the chandelier. He looked down at everyone puzzled.

“Master, I have delivered your message.” he announced.

The king peeled his eyes off Malama and faced up to Joshua. He nodded at him impressed. The king let go of Malama to Mirriam’s relief. Malama rubbed on his neck, avoiding Miriam’s face.

“Once again, you have pleased me.” the king contented.

“I live only to serve you.” Joshua declared.

Joshua suddenly je**ed his brows up alert. He faced up the roof, squinting his eyes. The nighttime sky appeared to him in a haze. Up above the clouds were dark winged figures flying in circles. Joshua blinked and locked eyes with the king.

“Abbadon and his legion are here.” he announced.

The king’s heart skipped a beat. He dashed out with his guards not far behind. Queen Miriam sat down tensed. Malama gestured to her to stay there and followed the king out. Joshua was the last to leave the room. He soon joined the king and his subjects looking up at the sky.

Abbadon softly landed on the ground—his flapping dark wings raising dust. Up above was his legion, still flying in circles. The king bowed down before Abbadon. His subjects, including Joshua, followed suit.

Abbadon grinned at their submission. “King Matthew, your loyalty pleases the dragon.” he said.

“Who are we to go against the dragon’s will?” King Matthew replied.

“And that’s why your kingdom is destined for greatness. If only Njakwais kingdom had your wisdom. Now they are cowering in fear behind their walls.”

Malama darkened his face at Abbadon’s words. He stole a look at King Matthew who had his head bowed and eyes closed. Malama dropped his gaze, clenching his jaw. Abbadon’s deep laugh only irritated him even more.

“Soon their walls will fall. They will serve as an example to those who refuse to join Lucifer’s army.” Abbadon grinned evilly.

****

The people of Njakwais mourned the deaths of their beloveds. It was indeed an awful night. Queen Cecilia could not be consoled. Surrounding her were her crying sisters. King Mwaba sat on his throne. His swollen eyes staring into space.

Levi observed Alipah sobbing on her own in a corner. He couldn’t help but notice people giving her nasty stares. They did everything they could to stay away from her. Levi approached her, and handed her his handkerchief.

“Thank you,” Alipah sniffed.

“I am so sorry,” Levi lamented.

Queen Cecilia scowled at Levi patting Alipah’s shoulder. She went over to them and pulled him away. The next thing everyone heard was a tight slap. Levi widened his eyes at Alipah holding her stinging cheek.

Cecilia stabbed her finger on Alipah’s chest, “Your people have betrayed us. It is your fault that my son is dead!” she bellowed.
“Mother, please –” Levi began but Cecilia flashed her hand in his face.

“Why are we still keeping her alive?” Cecilia cried.

“Mother –” Alipah was silenced with another slap.

The people murmured among themselves. Some stretched their lips in disgust whereas others rolled their eyes. Alipah kept her gaze down—feeling their hateful glares drilling through her skin and torching her soul.

She never expected her father to betray Njakwais. The two kingdoms had an alliance of over a decade. They lived in peace and solidarity. Everything was so good that even when her father offered her to Musa as a bride, no one was surprised.

It hurt her so much that her tears did nothing but fuel anger and resentment of the people. Amidst the devastated crowd, she was a disgrace. They saw her as nothing but a daughter of a traitor, not as a woman who had just lost her husband.

“If I had known that my son was going to die a night after his wedding, I wouldn’t have agreed to this marriage!” Cecilia took a swing at Alipah but Levi grabbed her wrist. “Let go of me!” she demanded.

“It is enough!” Levi snapped, digging his fingers into her wrist.

Cecilia snatched her hand away and furiously pointed at Alipah, “No, it is not!”

“If you want to blame anyone for Musa’s death, blame me! I am the one who caused his death!” Levi shouted, spraying daggers at everyone, “Me!”

The people murmured in shock. Cecilia stared wide-eyed at Levi. She grew weak in her knees at his teardrop. She couldn’t believe the shame plastered across his face. Cecilia fell to the floor, wailing in anguish. Women went to her aid, comforting her the best way they could.

King Mwaba got off his throne, his hands behind his back and despair written all over his face. He looked over his grieving people, and shook his head—mumbling to himself. “Fighting among ourselves will not save us from the wrath of Abbadon.” he said.

“Do not fear, father. It wasn’t a fair fight. We were ambushed. Now that we know that we are at war with Landobo Kingdom, we will be ready for them next time.” Levi declared with so much confidence.

King Mwaba scoffed, “Abbadon will not accept defeat.”

“We will take him down too. He is the one who killed Musa. It is our duty to avenge him…” Levi looked at the people, “and all our fallen brothers!”

Levi took in the whispers. He took notice of some people pumping their fists in the air in agreement with him. Levi hit on his chest in response to them. He, however, turned to King Mwaba shaking his head doubtfully.

“What then after defeating Abbadon?” King Mwaba expressed his skepticism.

“We will tighten our defense system.” Levi replied, unsure of King Mwaba’s pessimism.

“Another fallen angel will come after us and even if by some miracle; we defeat that one too, more will target us.” King Mwaba sighed.

Levi pondered on his words in silence. Only the women’s mourning was heard. King Mwaba flashed Levi a thoughtful look. Levi took a step forward alarmed, but King Mwaba returned to his throne, muffling to himself.

“What will become of us now, father? From what you have said, there is nothing we can do to protect ourselves.” Levi stressed.

King Mwaba tucked his lips and shook his head slowly, “No son, there is a way.”

“How? You have said it yourself that more and more fallen angels will attack us.” Levi reminded, Alipah nodded in agreement.

King Mwaba leaned back on his throne. With his dull gaze down, he rubbed his salt and paper beard. Bringing his old eyes back to Levi who was at the brick of losing his patience; he asked, “Have you ever heard of Sango?”

TO BE CONTINUED
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