Chapter 33 - TAINTED II

At that her father threw the sword at her. The sword slashed through the air, diving for her c.h.e.s.t, the principle of cutting from the Aspectual law of Ogun.

Principles were the various derivatives of Aspectual laws. And mastery of a principle meant someone was fully specialised in the particular technique of that law.

Folarin had fully mastered the principle of cutting from Aspectual law of Ogun despite the fact that he was an origin of the Aspectual law of Esu. Placing him at the top only to be hindered by a stalled soul.

The blade tore through as the aura hazered around it. It seemed the blade itself was tearing through reality and any attempt to come closer would be slashed into pieces.

Seeing this, Ibiyemi heaved.

A calm of spirit was one prerequisite for winning battle's, Olukoni Mayowa had once told her.

"Grab that blade. Don't run from it." Her father ordered.

Upon hearing that, she bent over as the blade aura seemed to rip against her face. As she did, her hands went up simultaneously.

Still bending backwards, the blade passed over her c.h.e.s.t, neck and her face. As it sailed past, she smiled, her hands suddenly jerking into a clap.

A clap that clasped the hilt of the blade.

Her smile grew broader.

"I got it, dad." She muttered, regaining her superhero stance.

Ibiyemi suddenly felt sickened.

"I know." He responded as his hands grappled her neck and slammed down on the ground.

"Aaargghh... Go easy dad.. " Ibiyemi yelled, pain coursing through her back.

"Uh..." Folarin blinked.

"That was just a small slam, yemi. And you're screaming like this?"

"Small slam indeed!" Ibiyemi hissed angrily as she made to her feet.

Folarin blinked again. He had thought that with his daughter Ascension that she would be able to withstand a light choke slam as that.

But if anyone had heard his thoughts, they would have cursed him immediately. A choke slam to an Early Elite Classed Irunmole from an Lord Classed Irunmole was as comparable to a lion swiping it's paw at a snail

"What? You are supposed to be..."

"...Strong? She's supposed to be strong? " A new voice chuckled, startling both father and daughter.

Folarin turned back slowly whilst cursing in his heart. It was that errant son of his.

Now what trick had he brought up again?

At the entrance was an Irunmole dressed similar to his father except that he had a dagger in place for a sword and the emblem of MoonDust Mercenary Alliance.

Afolabi.

"What do you want, Afolabi?" Folarin muttered, his face hardening instantly.

"Simple, as I have always wanted. The inheritance of MoonDust Mercenary Alliance." He smiled, a rarther crooked one.

"I shall not have an unruly son of mine as the future of this guild that I painstakingly led."

A gasp of surprise escaped Afolabi's face.

"That you painstakingly led? You see father, I did some digging. And I found out that you didn't even meet the requirement for the leadership of MoonDust." Afolabi said wagging a finger as he appeared thoughtful.

"You want to hear, do you?" Afolabi taunted, suddenly appearing playful.

"Oh, speak or excuse us, son!" Folarin waved his hand dismissively.

At that, Afolabi raised an eyebrow as he put his hands on his waist.

"Really?"

"You really want me to say In front of Ibiyemi who worsh.i.p.s you. Do you know how that would affect her. That her idol all along has been a 'tainted'" Afolabi grinned as he playfully staggered to a wall.

A gasp escaped Ibiyemi mouth.

"You have no fact." General Folarin simply shrugged, before picking his sword.

"Then why did you swallow a light cleansing pill just moments ago?" His son smacked his lips.

"That is a common thing amongst us mercenaries. Your fact is baseless.!" Folarin snapped back. He was getting tired of this discussion.

"Then why do you wear an soul cloaking necklace? So that you don't get soul gazed, right? So that, no one knows that you are merely Lord Classed who was lucky enough to study various principles and laws just to make up for your lacking soul strength? Just so that no one knows that the leadership of MoonDust is not at the official class of Omega but instead at Lord, demeaning to our existence.

That is why, right, father?" Afolabi laughed heartily, taking a step forward.

At present General Folarin was standing, eyes widened and shocked. He hadn't expected this kind of surprise from his son. And what more, he never expected that anyone would be able to know. After all, he was wearing a necklace forged by a Prime.

How in all the heavens did his son even figure the pieces together. A mere Omni Classed Son of his.

"H-how did you know?" Folarin stammered.

"Oh, that is irrelevant. All I want is for you to will the leadership over to me. After all, i am the first born, the rightful heir."

"I will never do that. Never! Your sister is a better Irunmole than you."

"Then, watch me tip the crown from your head."

"You will let other know? So what? I would be removed as I haven't met the soul requirement to be the strongest in soul strength. But, that would only take the leadership to another lineage. One you would NEVER BENEFIT FROM." Folarin clenched his fist.

"If at that, it is enough for me. As long as you don't wear the crown, I am satisfied."

"YOU ERRANT SON, TODAY , I WILL TEACH YOU MANNERS..." Geeral Folarin exploded, his aura ramming In the corners of the pit. The aura rushed back, forcing Ibiyemi down to the ground and making Afolabi stagger mindlessly.

However, Afolabi jeered.

"You better save that strength. You know the rule. The more you use the Aspectual Laws of creation, the more darkness floods into you. And the more you are cut off from your root power. And as a result,one day, you will find yourself unable to draw that power and when it happens, you will be left with no choice but to rely on darkness to survive and then, you would need to learn everything again. Because, darkness and light are two opposing energies, once you begin using darkness, you be at the bottom of the chain again." He laughed.

At that, Folarin stabbed angrily at the ground,sending ripples of cracks about as his aura vanished suddenly.

What his son was saying was infact true.

The more he drew on the powers of creation, the more darkness flooded his soul and the closer he came to becoming a demon.

And if that happened, his son would be appointed in his stead.

Something he would never allow.

And that was why, he needed his only daughter, Ibiyemi, to get strong enough.