He looked at them, trying to lip-read them. But after a while or two, he lost interest. Hands on his hip, he exhaled, the afternoon heat, washing across his face.

"I wonder why we have so much similarities with the last borns. I mean, we shouldn"t be able to feel all this heat, right?" Malintus spoke, shaking his head whilst turning to take a look about.

"Imagine, such power. Enveloped in beings like us and yet we had to share likeness with man?... Wait... What am I arguing about? We are born before man. That means they were created in our likeness... Yuck... What am I saying? Focus, Malintus. Eledumare created them in his likeness. Okay... Okay... That"s...umph" He sighed.

Turning back, he raised an eyebrow. Just what were they discussing in there? It was taking just too long.

Taking d.a.m.n too long!

As a messenger Cla.s.sed, he had lived his life on the move. Standing here and doing nothing, felt like his being was being wasted away.

"Ah Eledumare, I need to Ascend into the next cla.s.s. If only I did, all this would not be there for me. Tsk! What a waste!"

Saying that, he dipped his hand into the spatial pouch at his waist. Pulling out a leather bottle, he smirked.

"At least, my companion is still on ever increase. Never boring..."

So saying, he turned the bottle to the tip of his mouth and pushed lightly. However something caught his attention and he froze.

"Malinton, please come with us." It was Council Lord, Ajibade who beckoned to him.

"Wa-wha gur~gur~~gur..." He gurgled as wine escaped from the bottle into his mouth, impeding his speech. Malinton hastened, trying to pull the bottle only to tip it more into his mouth. Instinctively, he doubled over, throwing out the excess wine. He belched, stench wafting from his innermost.

At this, The Prime Cla.s.sed Orunmila and her aides wrinkled their nose in disgust.

"Have you been drinking Malinton?" Ajibade queried, veins shooting across his temples. He crunched his fists till they blanched.

His face twisted and contorted, pain and anger spreading across it. At that moment, The atmosphere thickened, as his aura shot out.

Immediately, Malinton took a step back, fear written across it.

"N-No~..." He panicked.

"Ajibade, I tell you, your over reaction to minute matters should be cautioned." Orunmila Shope spoke out. Her back turned to the whole scenario whilst she faced the council house.

"If nothing more, I would like for you to be present for the roundtable meeting. Some matters cannot be discussed in public."

"Malinton, you have been drinking too much. And you know by now. His sense of perception towards heavy drinkers is..." Silas put in, his hand seated on the hilt of the blade.

"Come along, you three, will you?" Shope asked, as she walked forward.

A surge of energy whipped into existence, spiralling about with tendrils. The ball of energy hovred for a bit, before a hole began tearing into it. And within seconds, the hole expanded, pushing the energy into a big ring.

A ring of energy, the gateway to the round table office.

The trio stepped in, while Malinton hesitated for awhile before jumping in when the portal seemingly exhausted itself.

"Have a seat, please." Orunmila Shope spoke as she helped herself to one.

The room was dimly lit. Whether it was the custom design or the choice of the Prime Overlord, none could really say. The Prime Cla.s.sed Shope sat on a chair with a high back. The two tips of the chair that rose were pointed, like staves while a feather attached to both.

Behind her was a huge faceless statue that seemed to cup in the chair she sat on, bending down and gazing at whoever sat before the chair.

Talks had it that when Orisha Ifa visited, he would a.s.sume the form of the statue to discuss with them, instead of appearing bodily to the people.

Aside from that, torches lit up the walls of room, revealing carving of various historical events that had occurred in Eledumare Garden- Planet Earth.

The designs were made carefully, revealing the detailing nature of Fate based Agbara users.

Up, in the hall was another orb hovering. It glowed dimly, changing colors from blue to white to red and green. Giving the room the sensations of a night club

But none of that was within the worries of Malinton. He was happy that his head was still spared. It was a taboo in Ilu Ifa for anyone to be found drinking wine.

It was said and proven that wine was a strong diversion from collected thoughts and divination. So every Irunmole had the vow of abstaining from it to be able to tap into the fate magic of their patron Orisha.

But I am not even from this Ilu. Well, technically, I am a halfcaste. But that should be cutting me some slack by default, right?

Malinton consoled himself as he sat across from the Orunmila.

"What would the Ilu Ifa council have me do?" He asked, slowly swallowing saliva.

And that was because Orunmila Shope was coolly eyeing him. He felt a shrill touch on his spine and shivered, visibly trembling under her gaze.

However she noted this, and smiled quite briefly.

"Please, make your self at home, Malinton. Awon Eshu nii ota wa(1). Not us, and not me either."

She spoke, a false sense of a.s.surance flooding his mind.

Malinton smiled rather uneasily.

"Who does she think she"s deceiving? The last time an Alpha had drank little drop of wine, she had practically beheaded him with her bare hands. And she"s telling me to relax... Who do you want to fool?" Malinton shivered yet again, turning aside.

"What is it? Am I that ugly?" Orunmila Shope asked, a concerned touch seeping into her voice

"Uh... No... No... I"m ... I apologise!"

"For what?" Her voice whispered in.

Sweat broke out his forehead.

"...well... For my dismeanour earlier. I was only bored." He finally spoke.

Silence reigned about, while three set of eyes peered at him. At that Malinton felt like the ground would open and he would jump in.

This is really unfair... He cried out mentally.

And then , the emotionless cold look on the Orunmila"s face slowly smoothened into a smile. And from a smile, into a light chuckle.

Taking a cue, he laughed cautiously, breaking the laugh into parts as he gazed from her to her two aides. The laugh that started up slowly broke when he looked at Silas who scowled at him. He then stole a glance at Ajibade and almost peed himself as the laugh hit a voluntary breakpad, vanishing away.

And leaving him with just an open jaw.

Ajibade"s face was a mess of rage and rage. Nothing could be said more about that. He saw him clenching his fist and at that moment, felt the stingy aura of him p.r.i.c.kling into his skin.

Just then, Silas and Ajibade laughed. A short one, one that read of danger and danger and danger and danger. He stiffened.

"I called you in because there is something we have to do, Malinton. I am sure my aides would brief you on it. While it"s not necessary, I want to hear what you think. After all, you are from Ilu Ifa." The Orunmila spoke now, her previous cold stare completely replaced by one of great responsibilities.

"Well, Malinton. You have done a great job in letting us know immediately. However, we must extract Sunday from the scenes." Silas spoke as he crunched his knuckles on the table.

"What was with that guy and his fist?" Malinton observed.

"If it"s not on a blade, it"s fisted to attack. If not fisted, it"s on his blade. Gash..."

"S-so, you want me to capture him? Why not arrange a troop to do that?" He asked, nervous seeping out of him.

"Let"s be honest here. You and him on an encounter would leave you as a trail of energy on the spot." Silas sneered.

"What Orunmila means to say is that we want to set a bounty. That way we can be involved without being in the picture. A bounty on Niniola, the exiled and Sunday lastly." Ajibade spoke now. He was now composed better.

"Oooh... I see. So, my a.s.signment is to spread the word, making sure the best of the best mercenaries hear of it." Malinton responded, understanding coming to him.

"Exactly. You are truly a son of the soil. " The Orunmila added.

"And what would be the reward?" Malinton asked, curious as he dropped his both hands on the table.

"An high grade Orb of occurence at it"s best. And a cracked orb of occurence for the girl!" Orunmila Shope replied with half closed eyes.

"Whaaaa..." Malinton almost coughed out blood.

An orb of occurence?

For what? Just to capture some children?

An Or of Occurence was a orb that could be used to manipulate fate to the owner thoughts. For example, if an Irunmole was caught in life threatening situation, the orb of occurence could be used to twist fate into his favour.

It was one item that had been used to contain the energy of fate essence. However since it was very hard to compress raw fate energy into a gla.s.s ball, the item of occurence was therefore rare.

It could only be made by someone who had gained 80% understanding of the Aspectual Law of Fate. And even at that, it was had a 1% success rate.

Once an orb was made however, depending on how skilled the maker was in the Aspectual law, the orb would last for three uses.

Thus splitting orbs of Occurence into High Grade, Middle grade and low grade. The high grade was only for three uses.Once its second use had been exhausted, the orb cracked and when it was used for the last time, finally, the orb would break.

For the Orunmila to reward the capturer of Sunday with a high grade Orb and Niniola capturer with a cracked orb.

Something was definitely up. But even yet, there were still children.

"They wouldn"t be much of a problem for me, right?" Malinton thought, drool escaping the corners of his lips

"Isn"t... That a little too much, Orunmila Shope?" Ajibade questioned now.

"It is for the greater good. Something is coming. It"s big and I fear, it"s bigger than the G.o.ds themselves. If you would understand, then you must know how important your response to this is." She heaved with closed eyes now.

Just then, Silas smacked the table lightly, pointing to Malinton.

"I hope you are not having an ideas of taking them out yourself. Niniola alone, Last time she was graded, she was en elite. And due to the time she spent in Orun Apaadi, who knows what cla.s.s she"ll be in now? Don"t kill yourself. Just make sure the news spread, evenly." Silas grinned, breaking into the daydream of Malinton.
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"Y-yes... Understood." Malinton eyes were still bulged.

"Last time she was an Elite? Aiyeeee... How talent could this Niniola be? I mean, last time we heard the news of her banishment, she was only a basic cla.s.s." Malinton cursed his luck, a silent sigh escaping.

Why did Niniola have to be so talented now... Now he would have had a cracked orb to himself. Wouldn"t I have used that to step up my Ascension?

He muttered as he bowed to the council members.

"My job here is understood. I shall take my leave, Council " He said, as he rose.

Now, he had something to do. Something quite hasty. Something about children. Something he wished he himself could be the sole partaker of.

(T/N)

1. It is the followers of the devil that are our enemy, not us.

(A/N)

My apologies for late update. I was told something about shortening the chapters. And that really did affect me in a way. I mean, a friend suggested that I shouldn"t make a chapter that lengthy. Cos previously my chapter exceeded the mark of 3000 always.

At least that was how it was once I started the book. But what do you think.

Do I shorten the chapters to mere 1000 words ,?? Tell me , please.

I owe you one bonus chapter after all.