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THE BEAST PEOPLE: Betrayal and Love in the Shadows of War

"When will you stop hunting your fellow beings? "Your mind has been poisoned, you are being fed lies, you have been bred to despise us, you know nothing about us, and you are all born as warriors to hunt us. We do bleed the same blood you shed.When are you going to wake up and realize that we are bleeding and dying while telling you that we won't use our power against you? and stop... stumbling... through the dark!" ................................................................................................................................................................... " ah, you commoner! My beloved people, you were made for battle, you were made to be warriors, and you were made to stand up for and save the weakest among us! We have been eradicating Alakijon the beast's tribe for thousands of years. They steal from and kill our people, using our blood to prolong their immortal souls and destroy our land. They are beasts; they killed our Mighty king and set us on fire. Our people are dying of retaliation. Wake up, people. "Prince Rogba said ................................................................. *** MATURE CONTENT*** warning After the enchanting and lingering kiss, Prince Rogba leaned back slightly, their lips barely grazing. The steamy puffs of their breaths intertwined as her intoxicated eyes slowly opened. But before his radiant face could come into focus in her hazy vision, his tongue found its way back into her mouth. Another deep, impassioned kiss followed, raw and electrifying. He continued to explore, savor, and caress the depths of her mouth, as if he couldn't quench his thirst for her. As he indulged in her lips, Arẹwa was overwhelmed by an indescribable pleasure, a sensation that threatened to consume her senses. A warmth, both fiery and sweet, started to swell within her breast, stomach, and between her thighs. A gentle moan escaped her lips, and her trembling hands moved instinctively, resting delicately against his bare chest. A contented rumble emanated from Rogba's throat, and suddenly his mouth was on her jawline. He kissed and nibbled along her jaw, gradually tracing down the curve of her neck, tasting her as though she were something celestial. The pleasure was so intense that Arẹwa could only writhe in response. The exquisite and fiery sensation coursing down her bosom intensified suddenly. When he sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck with fervor, she shivered, feeling as though electric currents were coursing through her entire body. Prince Rogba, unable to hold back any longer, slowly removed her dress, leaving her half-naked as they sank onto the bed. ........... " come here.. come here... towards me Ida's clan heiress, your body is weak I didn't think you could complete this mission... look towards the darkness.. it's a spirit realms..go go in..." she said commanding " no! no!! no!!! some one help!!!." Arẹwa call for helps

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chapter 67:Whispers of Destiny: Triumph Amidst Shadows"

Within the depths of the witch's realm, consternation rippled through their elder council. A human wielding the sacred staff defied all logic, shattering their expectations."How is this possible? A human should be drawn to the staff like smoke fish," one of the elders exclaimed."How could you fall into his trap?" another rebuked."Why did we not sense his presence? How could we not perceive his strangeness?" chorused the council in bewilderment."He is no ordinary human. He is different, and we have no time to waste. We must join the fight against him," the queen proclaimed, and with swift determination, they teleported to the battlefront. There was no time for hesitation. The forbidden magic fortified the enemy troops, giving them strength in their struggle.Prince Rogba, battling alongside the remaining forces, felt the weight of despair. The battle seemed an insurmountable challenge. Suddenly, a distant chant erupted, filling the air with hope and uncertainty."Ojumọ kingdom armies," Ojo exclaimed. "Could they be supporting the Jagud Invaders as well?" Akin questioned anxiously.Prince Rogba's voice rang out, infused with a glimmer of hope, "He's here! Prince Niyi, the second prince, and our blood is here."As the second prince took command at the front, he shouted, "Brotherhood!" A rallying cry that energized the troops.The tide of battle began to shift as the newly arrived forces fought valiantly. However, a disconcerting revelation marred the newfound hope—the forbidden magic empowered the fallen opponents, rendering them almost invincible.The witches discerned a weakness in this newfound strength, shouting, "Stab their hearts!" This directive proved effective. Striking their hearts led to a brief respite of five minutes before their resurrection. Yet, the strength of the forbidden magic was undeniable, allowing the fallen to rise once more.With approximately 300,000 troops remaining from both kingdoms, plus an additional 150,000 from the Ojumọ kingdom, the odds were slowly turning. However, the casualties continued to mount, and Prince Rogba's hope wavered.

In the climactic crescendo of the battle, Prince Rogba invoked the divine forces with unwavering determination. His words were a symphony, calling upon the ancient deities in a fervent plea for their intervention.

"Oh, god of thunder Olukoso, clothed in fire, blaze both eyes and mouth. I understand your demands and forbidden realms. I seek your aid, even if it means delving into the forbidden. I call upon the entity that takes on diverse forms, assisting mourners in their lamentations, sowing fear in their hearts. The mourner cries, and the devil weeps blood. I beseech your assistance because I comprehend your demands and forbidden arts. I invoke you, god of iron, dwelling in a home with water yet bathing in blood. Clad in cloth, but concealing yourself with palm leaves. I comprehend your forbidden ways and demands. I summon the goddess of war, the possessor of the conqueror's sword. I call upon you, gods and goddesses, answer my call. I beseech you, gods and goddesses, your aid is imperative."

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