1988.
Little Lex was just a boy of 13. But he didn't look it. He was way too big for his age, and acted accordingly.
His mother was a busy woman. She was always travelling. Leaving Lex alone in the house with enough money to take care of his little needs. Lex was never bothered but he was a social outcast. An introvert.
It was during that moment he discovered his father's journals.
He was on the verge of commiting suicide, as he was about to kick the chair that held his weight, something called him. It whispered to his little ears. Soft and comforting, it called Lex.
Lex followed this voice, it seem to come from his late's dad's room. The room his mother warned that he should never enter. As he turned the handle, nothing happened. It was locked.
Lex took a deep breathe, and shouldered the weak door off its hinges. The soothing voice can be heard louder now.
It's coming from the bed-drawer.
Lex went to the drawer beside his dad's bed. Covered in dust, he pulled the handle.
Huh? Lex was perplexed, a book?
Lex drew the drawer compartment out completely.
Books.
He picked one of them.
THE DAVINCI CODE.
He skimmed through, his eyes twinkled at this new found discovery.
Books.
He picked another.
THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY.
Lex's senses were tingling. Hurriedly, he picked up five books, replaced the drawer compartment and went to his room.
If mum asks what happened to the door, I'd tell her it was burglars.
* * *
THE BRINGER OF LIGHT.
Outside, the earth was dark. But the sounds of the awaken could be heard. Telling the world that a new day was born.
Lex still isn't seeing the connection. He has finally deciphered the message on the wall, but he saw no connection.
HADES - KING OF THE UNDERWORLD.
BRINGER OF LIGHT - LUCIFER.
THREE-HEADED DOG - HADES' PET.
This was what Lex wrote on paper. His head ached. He wanted to know the link between these three things.
Sure, the three-headed dog is Hades' pet. He had forgotten the pet's name. The bringer of light, lucifer. That's the meaning of the name, Lucifer.
But what has all this got to do with the Ayodeles?! Lex became dizzy.
He walked backwards, collapsing into the nearest couche. His shirt damp. His palm was sweaty. He closed his eyes to think.
The bringer of light.. Bringer of light... Hades.. Underworld...
ILLUMINATI.
With a jolt, Lex got up. Seeing a light in the tunnel, he dailed Bob's number.
He picked immidiately.
"Hello?"
"Bob? I want everything you can get on Godwin Ayodele— everything. Ask questions, search his Facebook page, Instagram, anything! I want to get everything on him. His net-worth. Including the primary school he attended. Get me every single thing. Send it to me via my WhatsApp."
"You got it"
The line went dead.
* * *
Ten blocks away from the Ayodele's home, Y hid behind the bush, watching the police men undercover, pretending to be civilians.
Very smart. But I can see you all.
Y checked his watch. 3:05AM. Who stays out this late except the bureau? They want to be the FBI so bad. Who came up with this dumb I dear anyways?
Y didn't care. He brought his left wrist to view. The time showed, he swiped the screen, it showed a homescreen. Like a smartphone. But this time, it's a smartwatch.
He dailed the number: 666.
It rang.
A mechanical voice answered.
"What is the password?"
Lex whispered. "STRAGES."
The mechanical voice replied.
"Granted. The wise one shall be with you shortly."
Y waited for a moment. And he was put through.
"Speak. My child."
"It is done, Master."
"I know. I've seen the wall."
"But how did you-"
Y registered. "OH"
"You still have doubts about my powers my child. Haha! I am god. I will heal all sicknesses. And these puny demi-gods known as politicians shall all be wiped out. They have eaten-up the earth for their own personal vandetas, making these people suffer. I will bring a new order."
As the voice said all this, A chill enveloped Y.
"My lord, you are worthy!" Y worshipped. And then he continued.
"But my lord there seems to be a problem."
"What is the problem."
Y looked towards the Ayodele's mansion, and then to the car packed three blocks from it, carrying a government plate number.
"There seems to be someone in the house."
"I know, he's the reason I sent you there"
Water trickling, dust absorbing the wind, and forming an image, though white as snow, faceless and void, sitting on edge of Existence, the image turned into Lex.He was clad in white, neat, groomed, and shaven. A voice made his ears twitch and his eyelids part. He woke up searching for the voice, when he got up, he staggered. His balance regained, he went in search of the voice. He got to an end and found out the voice called from the opposite direction of the white environment. There seems to be no exit.Is this an Asylum? He asked himself.Lexington.He searched for the voice. Nowhere.Lexington, why do you ignore my call?Huh? The next thing was a transition, with a much clearer voice. It called on to him like a missing child whose mother called out to them.“Lex?” A voice in the back
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Inside the dark, a flickering sound and then, light. It was a long silent path way with water dripping from a distance. The walls on both sides appeared to be enclosing on Lex's with every stride behind Gbenga who had resorted to not saying a word after the little heat in the car.He tailed Gbenga until they got to a door. Gbenga unlocked it with a singular key he had brought from his pocket. Lex wondered what was beyond the door. A circle of transmutation? A line of members clad in black cloaks, holding propped candles, cups of blood? Or torture materials. His thoughts faded when he stepped into the warm, well furnished room. A whiff of puzzlement, Lex demanded where this was.Gbenga slipped his hands into his pockets. “Here, have your seat.”“Where is he?” Lex crinkled in suspicion, sensing a gleam of deviltry in Gbenga's face and voice.He lapsed into fight-back mo
The next day, Lex and Byron were getting into the car when Lex’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He picked.“Speak.”“Hello, Lexington. It has been a while.”Lex stole a glance from Byron.“I’m sorry; who’s this?”“You have forgotten my voice so soon?”How could I possibly. Fucking psychopath.“I’m sorry, I don’t think I remember,” Lex feigned ignorance.There was a long pause over the line.“Very well then, it’s god.”“It took you a while to place a call to me.” Byron eyed Lex across the stirring.“It is all for the greater good, friend. We want to see you soon; your initiation date has been set. I will send Gbenga to get yo
Nnamdi Caesar slumped into his chair. He had just finished a lawsuit successfully and went to his chambers quickly. It had been a very stressful case. Two technological giants battling for whose software was copied, of course he had known that his opponents were the owners and brains behind the eye recognition software, he had not attacked his clients for stealing the software in the first place. What was important was winning the case and that was what Caesar was good at; winning cases. And he did.Rejected by his mother at birth, baby Caesar was admitted into an orphanage home. The matrons at the orphanage were fond of the beautiful little boy whose mother had flatly rejected. They gave him special attention and care than the other orphans. The name Nnamdi Caesar was given to him by the head matron, Lady Chinwe, popularly called Chi. She especially was very fond of the little Caesar and had once told Caesar that she reminded her of her f
Byron walked briskly. Carry his laptop bag on a shoulder. The heels of his Italian moccasins clicked on the tiled floor of the LSPD building. He ignored the women at the counter and went straight for the detective’s office.“I knew you would need me.” Byron barged into the man’s office. A smirk on his face, he took the seat in front of the detective’s desk, placed his laptop bag on the desk, and loosened his tie. “What happened this time?”Burly Agent Bobby Andrews hated this kid’s guts – and attitude. He had decided to ignore the kid’s rude remarks when he came but now he was having second thoughts. His fists badly wanted to kiss the nose of the rude idiot one more time.He slid the file across the desk. Byron took one glance at the detective before he opened the file. Bob studied his reaction for a moment before he spoke. “Well?”
He ran as fast as he could, occasionally looking back into the darkness. Loud rustling and howling filled the air as he sailed through the wall of fog, not minding what lay ahead as he lunged across the grass, dashing his foot against a stone, he came crashing down. His jaw came in contact with the ground and he gave a loud cry.Realizing the gravity of the fall when the blood dropped into his shirt, spreading like ripples, he turned to face the darkness. The howls and the croaks of frogs had stopped. Beyond the darkness was silence. The moon shone proudly, illuminating the path he laid. Weirdly, it never illuminated the darkness. His eyes darted here and there trying to see any living thing but all he could see was grass and more grass. Still, he was a little bit restless for his instincts and senses were tingling. Something was about to happen to him but he did not know what exactly and this crippled him. There was a rustling in a nearby bush. His eyes darted
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