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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 66The Enigmatic Bargain: Unveiling the Abyss"

The unfolding events on the battlefield had left Fadaka, Gbegi, and Ajé kingdom armies in a state of stupefaction. The resurgence of the fallen through forbidden magic had disrupted the equilibrium of the conflict. Prince Rogba, grappling with the calamity, had a single word echoing in his thoughts: "the witch."

In a frantic attempt to confront the source of this malevolent sorcery, he swiftly teleported to Ida's clan residence, his visage marked with the remnants of the fierce battle. The queen witch, possessing a potent round crystal, was manipulating the source of her magic with dexterity.

"What has transpired?" Arẹwa inquired, registering the urgency in Rogba's demeanor.

"Open the portal to Osoro once again," he urged, a sense of urgency propelling him forward.

With a brief yet seemingly interminable delay, the portal opened, allowing him to teleport into Osoro. He found himself face to face with the queen witch, her control over the arcane evident.

"What is your purpose here?" the queen asked, a tone of curiosity tinged with arrogance.

"I recall that you swore an oath to my father before his ascension to the ancestors' throne," Rogba reminded her, a resolute tone underlining his words.

"Yes, such an oath was sworn. However, he was expected to be present to claim it," she responded, pausing her actions and advancing towards Rogba with her ancient staff in hand.

"I stand here on his behalf. Do you dare support our adversaries against us?" Rogba challenged, his resolve unwavering.

"We exercise our will, for the Almighty has entrusted this earthly dominion to us," the queen retorted defiantly, firmly asserting her stance.

"Enlighten me on your terms, deceivers," Rogba pressed, annoyance subtly etched in his voice.

"If you seek my assistance, are you willing to make a sacrifice akin to that of Arun, the leader of the Jagud Invaders? He relinquished his own two daughters," she revealed, exposing a darker aspect.

Dumbfounded by the revelation, Rogba sought to deceive her, "And now, I have called for the sacrifice of the aid you provided earlier. The aid, it appears, requires your beloved... hahaha."

In an unexpected turn of events, he harnessed his own powers to influence her, revealing an aspect she had not foreseen. Exploiting her vulnerability, he compelled her to unveil her core powers and disclose the secrets of the ancient staff. Swiftly seizing the staff, he initiated an unforeseen twist.

"I shall release my grip on this staff under three stipulations. Firstly, the forbidden magic must be terminated immediately," he declared.

"The forbidden magic remains in effect until the culmination of this war, unless I choose to sacrifice my own life," the queen replied, conveying her apprehension to her fellow witches.

"Cease any approach. We shall stand united in this battle," Rogba proclaimed, the resonance of determination resounding within his words. The witches had no alternative but to lend their might to the ongoing war.

Returning swiftly, he cast a spell upon the witch's ancient staff, causing it to vanish. Rejoining the battlefield, with only a handful of soldiers remaining and the generals severely wounded, he stood alongside his brothers and the Ajé kingdom's crown prince. Their struggle epitomized resilience and hope amidst a bleak landscape.

The battlefield had metamorphosed into an arena where magic and sword fighting intermingled—a stage where alliances formed, secrets were exposed, and the fate of entire realms hung by a thread. The forthcoming chapters would determine the outcome of this high-stakes confrontation, a climactic clash where the forces of light and darkness grappled for supremacy.

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