Story Of Bathala Novels & Stories

Having gone to college for Biology in Manila, Catarina had genetically engineered fruits: mangoes, lanzones, calamansi for teas - everything jade and green under the sun of Bathala that produced the florid juices of the jungle - into sustenance for aswang, with human proteins. But the Aswang of Domminga Mountains were traditional: you were born, you died, and you feasted upon tender suckling babies, like stuck pig that bled providence of ruby hearts, silver alveoli, and tender bones for stews. Catarina had tried without fail to have the Ikapati Tribe, her queenship's name, to adopt her peaceful ways. Ikapati, who she was priestess of, had blessed the Domminga Mountains, and city of Mindanao,

A year later - Bhairav was waiting nervously to meet the image of Shambala, Shrushaw's father. "Hello young man," Kripa greeted him. "My lord, it is an honor to join you as an apprentice. “Bhairav bowed. He was inquisitive, smart, and absorbed every nugget of information like a sponge. "Master, what happened to the Goddess Diti after the war?" Bhairav asked. "Well, she is bidding her time, the mother of demons will be back if she is summoned," Kripa replied casually. Bhairav tried to read every bit of information he could find about the source, which was not much. And it was the most closely guarded secret. Sage Kripa made sure of it.

"Please, don't misunderstand, alright. It's not like I care about that Anda's weird quirks. By the way, I like this story here. Although we seemed forgotten by the mortal world, there is still some documentation about us. I'm happy!" "It only mentioned our names. Some stories in that scroll have been invented thousands of years ago and there are some inconsistencies." The woman chuckled. "It doesn't matter. Let me read it for you, it said here, once upon a time, there were only five deities in the whole world. One of them, named Bathala, is the most powerful. Due to loneliness and desire to show his powers to the universe, he created the three worlds, namely the Skyworld 'Kaluwalhatian', Mor

Abantay asked. "Sitan, when his pure blood servants haven't materialized in our world yet, my parents, and their parents and their parents before them were already devout worshippers of that deity. All of us, one tribe, worshipping that esoteric deity while using Islam as a cover to our true religion." He laughed, "I, for one, thought that it was all crap. However, the followers of Bathala and some of the Tikbalangs allied to them came and slaughtered everyone in my village. I was a teenager back then." He pointed at the scar on his left eye, that when illuminated bright enough, was visible. "They gave me this." "What's with the life story?" Nagar asked.