Urgh
A soft groan echoed in the dimly lit room, eyes fluttering open,
'Damn, that vixen, never thought I'd ever feel this drained'
Dindu groaned whilst sitting up in bed, turning to his side, a plate of freshly made food, simple, bacon and some eggs, basic really, but something nice…
'Today's your big day, didn't want you to be late cause you wanted more *wink*'
Love ,shafrin..
"Hahaha, that little vixen, drained me all night and escaped without so much as a peep" he laughed softly, with a tender smile gracing his lips…
Taking off his sheets, he moved towards the bathroom to get ready for the big day, after all, today he awakens to his origins, today determines if he'll rise above all or be just another cog in the wheel and honestly?
'E no even possible make I no Dey overpowered, cause look at me'
He thought whilst pausing to check out his reflection on a mirror
Standing at a terrifying 7ft, muscles carved into body like the handwork of Greek gods, tho, honestly, even such a statement is undermining his perfection, wild white luscious hair, still messy from just getting up, flowed unrestrained, framing his face, and his face?, oh what beauty, they said "nothing is perfect" but that's only because his face has surpassed what perfection could ever match upto..
At 18 years old, already a budding young man, he suffered not less than 30 attempted assassinations from the gods..
His crime? He was too beautiful, so beautiful that any goddess who had set her sights on him, refused to look upon any other male, so yea the gods were jealous..
But with an overpowered background like his? Yea goodluck trying to do shit…
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"My baby"
A voice called out as he was getting ready, soft, gentle, filled with so much warmth and care it could literally make you forget all about the world..
Pausing at the sound of that voice, dindu turned gently, his eyes landing on the most beautiful woman in all existence( according to him)…
Pure Snow White that shimmed with a holy radiance, adorned in a flowing golden gown that hugged her body in all the right places, showing her seductive and captivating figure, a face that put goddesses to shame, a face that true to being the mother of an Adonis like dindu, has caused her a fair share of troubles with petty goddesses…
Seraphina Wildheart
Mother of dindu wildheart, lady of the manor, saintess of life, daughter of nature…
"Mommy ooo" he said with a soft grin spreading across his face…
"You look beautiful and dashing as usual" she commented whilst taking the brush and combing his hair gently..
"All thanks to you, after all I'm only this fine cause of you not that werey" he smirked, talking bout his old man since his biggest backer was back..
Sigh
Shaking her head with a wry smile "when will you and your father grow up and stop being petty children" she said
"When he admits I'm the best looking man in existence and he's just mud, hmph" dindu said with dissatisfaction..
Sigh
She sighed, again, wondering how they got to this point..
"Want me to lock your hair like before when you were a child? You always did say you loved your locks more, so what better hair to use for your awakening ceremony" she asked, eager to spend this moment with her son..
"Do you even need to ask?" He replied happily…
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"Ooooooo, my baby is the finest of them all" seraphina squealed, crushing her son's face against her bountiful bosoms..
"Mum, I can't breathe" he managed to muster
"Ahh sorry, couldn't help myself, you're so cuteeeeee"
" no wonder shafrin, that vixen couldn't keep her paws off of you" she released him, studied him a bit more, squealed again and hugged him even tighter..
Dindu, seeing as she's gone full crazy obsessed mom mode, just resigned to his fate and let her smother him with enough affection to last years, not that he minded anyway, after all, he's a raging mama's boy…
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Walking through the forested mountain path, a trail marked by ancient wood and tradition passed down through the ages, he walked slowly…
His expression, calm
His gait, confident
His presence? Regal, authoritative, deliberate….
Clad in nothing more than simple black silk pants, a black lion's fur cloak on draped from his shoulders to his back, his upper form bereft of any clothing, a traditional red bead like jewel, the urufala, worn only by the crown prince of the wildhearts, adorning his neck with pride….
He walked slowly towards his fate
Toward destiny
Toward his first steps at glory
For he knew, after today, the legend of the African king, would be born in a world of gods, devils, monsters and demigods…
How he knew of such a thing? No body knows
But one thing is certain, today, everything changes, and hylea is about to experience a storm, the likes of which she has never seen before….
A/N: I'm waiting to see collections, to at least let me know you guys are interested..
I'm participating in the spiritual awards, I don't expect to win, but you guys can still vote me up🫠
Ps: if the pidgin is putting you off, let me know I'll do my best to translate the meanings..
Power stones will go a long way….