The Yoruba tribe of West Africa has a myth about creation.
In the beginning, there was only the sky above, water and marshland below.
The chief god named Olorun ruled the sky and the goddess Olokun ruled what lies below.
Obatala, another god, reflected on this situation, went to Olorun for permission to create dry land and land-living creatures to inhabit it.
He was given permission, so he sought advice from Orunmila, the oldest son of Olorun and the god of prophecy.
Orunmila advised him to get a gold chain, long enough to reach the earth below, a snail's shell filled with sand, a white hen, a black cat, and a palm nut, all of which he was to carry in a bag.
He begged all the gods for their gold and forged a long chain, hung it from a corner of the sky, placed his bags with the materials inside over his shoulder, and started the downward climb.
On reaching the end of the chain, he poured the sand from the snail's shell and released the white hen, which started scratching and scattering the sand about.
Wherever the sand landed, it turned into dry land, the bigger piles becoming hills and smaller piles valleys.
Obatala then jumped into a hill which he named Ile Ife, dug a hole, planted a palm nut on the ground, and each of which grew immediately to maturity in a flash.
The mature palm dropped more palm nuts on the ground, each grew immediately to maturity and repeated the process.
Obatala now settled down with the cat for company and many months passed. He grew bored and decided to create beings like himself to keep him company.
One day during his production, he got drunk from palm tree wine and fashioned many imperfect figures.
Realizing his mistake when he was sober, he swore never to drink again and to take care of those who were deformed.
This made him known as the protector of the deformed.
The people he created built huts as Obatala had done, and soon Ile Ife prospered and became a city.
All the other gods were happy and visited the land often, except for Olokun, the ruler of all below the sky.
She was angry because Obatala had not consulted her but had usurped so much of her kingdom.
When Obatala visited his home in the sky, Olokun summoned the great waves of her vast oceans and sent them surging across the land, releasing wave after wave and drowning many people.
Some fled to the highlands and sacrificed goats and hens to Olorun.
When Orunmila heard the news, he climbed down the golden chain to the earth and cast many spells which caused the floods to retreat, and the dry African soil reappeared, so ended the first great floods.
But Olokun had sworn to retake all the lands that truly belonged to her.
The male spirits attempted to make the world without the female influence, and this exclusion is what caused the world to fail.
Kira and Akira were once angels in heaven; they are among the millions of angels who had fallen along with Lucifer in his bid to overthrow God and command heaven.
They were not just angels, but they were among the strongest Seraphim that guarded the throne of God.
During the invasion of the sons of God on earth, they were attracted by females' hairs.
They came and got married to women and produced the first human demigod and giant on earth.
Kira and Akira had left their heavenly post and came along and had both ruled a fraction of the earth, dominating and broadening to form heavenly class standards.
Then came the great flood during the time of Noah.
Lucifer had commanded all his armies of angels and sons of God to assemble in heaven for the last war.
All sons of God on earth had left immediately, except for Kira and Akira who had ignored the summoning and had flown into a higher mountain until the flood was over.
Their disobedience had infuriated Lucifer so much that he had placed a spell on them, turning them into mere mortals for eight reincarnations.
The twins then grew old and died, and this had been the beginning of their reincarnation cycle.
First to be born as mere mortals, then they regained their first divine power in the second reincarnation.
The power of divinity, the ability to predict the ebbs and the flow of the arcane.
Evocation in their second reincarnation, they could easily tap into raw elements of magic, creating spontaneous effects without any tangible form like light or fire.
Illusion in their third reincarnation, they could deceive the perception, presenting their version of reality to their viewers.
Necromancy in their fourth reincarnation, they could talk or relate with the dead.
Enchantment in their fifth life, the twins could alter the mind and enthrall the senses and opinions, by charming them or compelling them to some course of actions, or inactions.
Abjuration in their sixth life, the twins have a spell of a protective nature, and nothing on earth can pierce through their bodies.
This is their seventh life, and only one life remains for them to attain demonology. But Kira and Akira can't wait.
Not when there seemed to be an alternative. This scepter will save them another miserable reincarnation.
It's just a ritual. Only one ritual, and Kira and Akira will remain free, not bonded to Lucifer nor God.
As the prophecy has revealed, whoever has the scepter when the beast arrives and performs with it the ritual of godship will be granted.
And whoever is granted shall rule the beasts and humans for a thousand heavenly years.
Everything is set, the beast is here, the twins now have the scepter and will soon be on their way to where it will be used appropriately.
Yet, the scepter had come with a price.
They must henceforth reduce the use of magic beside the scepter in order not to awaken the sleeping spirit in it before the due time.
The twins were seen in their private quarters in the palace, fully dressed.
Both wearing a pink flowing gown embroidered with shining red gems.
Kira held the scepter in her right hand and walked barefooted, mumbling some incantations.
"I command the ground to delay those on our pursuit, I command the air to suffocate them and make them sluggish, I command water to dry off their body and make them dizzy, all the elements, hear and work against them." She screamed.
"Aye! So mote it be," Akira said as she looked at herself in the big mirror hung in front of her. The image before her was old, white, pale, and distorted. "The aliens are coming."
"Yes, I'm aware of this," Kira responded when she was through with her incantations.
She quickly put on white sneakers and tied her flowing disarrayed hair into a ponytail.
Unlike her sister, she doesn't give a damn about her physical appearance.
These are just mortal flesh that will soon be put away when they manifest in their real beauty.
Both twins walked out of their quarters and emerged in a spacious parlor that serves as the palace's main parlor.
The king was seen sitting on his royal chair, surrounded by his chiefs who he had summoned for this calamity.
The silence in the parlor was deafening, and even a pin dropped would have sounded like a gunshot.
"The hoorays will be here in a few hours, and anybody found here will be killed," Akira announced.