Soulbama: Beginnings - Parts 1-3

So, as you might know, my writing and my truth is being erased from the internet. I do not know who is after me and I don't know what they want but you can hear what I have to say about the situation here

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The year is 2008, Tokyo, Japan.

Seeing the well lit streets of Tokyo, Japan being completely deserted is not a common occurrence, but in the event of a Monsoon, almost all of its residents leave behind the busy sidewalks and bustling shops in order to take shelter in their homes. However, this is not the case for all inhabitants of this fair city. A man in a flowing, dark cloak makes his way across the wet pavement, keeping his head down all the way. Now is the perfect time for him to finally do what he needs to. The streets are free from the prying eyes of the populous, making this opportunity too good to pass up. The cloaked man passes alleyway, after alleyway, until one finally catches his attention. Without a second thought he slinks out of the streetlamps and into the total darkness. As he makes his way through the gloomy passage, he sees what he had been looking for. A strange wooden door, no more than three felt tall, is built into the sides of one of the buildings which forms the alley. The stranger lowers himself to the doors level, seemingly checking for something, before finally opening it up and sliding inside. 

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As the stranger steps inside the dimly lit room he is greeted with a number of grisly sights. Pickled cow fetuses, loose eyeballs and other ghostly objects line the walls and shelves of this dwelling, however the man appears to be unaffected. “I have been waiting for you.” calls a high-pitched voice from the darkness that covers the back of the room. “Then you know why I am here.” responds the stranger. This response seems to light up the room, with a flash of light illuminating the dark corridor. A large chair sits in the corner, facing away from the man. However, without any outside force, the chair begins to turn to the man, revealing a small creature sitting in it. The creature looked older than time itself, with its skin yellowed so harshly, that its original species was impossible to distinguish, its eyes sunken so far into its head they were no longer visible. Had it not been for the bulging unnatural eye on its forehead, one would wonder whether it could even see at all. “Indeed I do.” screeched the creature. “The election isn’t going as planned, is it Barack?” 

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“Indeed it isn’t.” replied Barack. “John McCain has me out numbered in votes 2-1.” With this remark Barack lowered himself on one knee. “I need this election, Ugomu. It is my destiny. I come to you humbled and humiliated, a broken man on the precipice of his greatest desire.” With every word Barack appeared more and more grief-stricken but still his determination shined through. “My entire life I have known this has been my duty. Yet here I stand, so close yet so far from success. I know of your abilities, I have heard tell of your astonishing power and your mystical feats. Can anything be done to help me now?” As he spoke, a nervous rage seized Barack, tears rolling down his cheeks. Ugomu could tell how much this meant to him. “To hold power over an entire nation is a dangerous thing Barack.”, Ugomu warned, “It will not be easy to achieve. Are you willing to do whatever it takes? No matter the cost?” Barack’s face hinted towards a smile but tears continued to fall. “I am.”, he replied. After this reply Ugomu began to fill Barack in on years and years of mystical knowledge that would be necessary for the next step of his journey. He spoke of ancient gods and goddesses, of their journeys across the stars, the origins of mysticism, and many other relevant topics. But one was of special interest to Barack, and importance to their mission. It spoke of an ancient god, one who was cast out of their heaven, and who had suffered the most severe punishment that had even been dispensed. His name was Ampstein, and to achieve his dreams, Barack would have to slay him.

To be continued...