Chapter Four
I sat on my bed, staring at Ibimo with a mixture of disbelief and curiosity. My mind raced, trying to make sense of everything she had just revealed.
"So, you're my guardian spirit," I said, still trying to wrap my head around it. "And I'm a demigod?"
Ibimo nodded, her white eyes glowing with an unsettling light. "Yes, I've said that at least a thousand times."
I was sure she was rolling her eyes at me, which was weird because she didn't have eyeballs.
"Look, this is new to me. You're telling me my father is a god?" My voice rose, a mixture of anger and confusion bubbling up. "How could he abandon me and leave me with all this?"
Ibimo sighed dramatically, her voice taking on an eerie tone. "Curse him for handing me this task. I would have much rather preferred lounging away in the spirit realm." For a moment, her aura darkened, but then she blinked and her expression returned to normal. I was sure she was cursing out my father in her mind.
"Why wasn't he in my life? Why didn't he care enough to be there for me?" I demanded, my frustration growing. "Doesn't he have any responsibility? Any sense of duty?"
Ibimo shrugged nonchalantly, a mysterious glint in her eyes. "Don't ask me. The gods do whatever they like. They don't follow human rules or emotions. They have their own priorities."
I felt a surge of anger. "That's just an excuse. He could have been there for me. He could have been a father."
Ibimo raised an eyebrow, her smile chilling. "Well, maybe he had his reasons. Or maybe he just didn't care. Who knows? All I know is that you're here now, and we have work to do."
"I don't care about any work, you can all go to hell for all I care," I snapped.
Ibimo's expression turned fierce. In an instant, she was right in front of me, her hand gripping my neck with surprising strength. For a moment, her voice sounded like a thousand people speaking at once. "For the love of Woyengi, a human child hasn't spoken like this to me in centuries. You're lucky you're his kid," she said angrily, her white eyes burning with intensity. "You might be a demigod, but I can still turn you into nothingness."
My eyes widened in shock and fear. "What exactly do you want from me?" I managed to croak out.
Ibimo released me, her expression softening slightly. "First you need to understand those who came before you , you have a long way to go. You need to connect with your roots to understand your power."
"But that means going back to Bayelsa. Mom won't just pack up and go just because I tell her to," I said Cleary frustrated
"Don't worry about that. There are things going on in this world beyond your understanding," she told me, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You see those magic tricks these oyibo people do, it's nothing near what you'll face."
"I didn't ask for this. He abandoned me all this while. Why start caring about me now? Why give me this harmful and uncontrollable power?" I said with hurt and anger.
"I can't speak for your father, but trust me, you aren't the only one who hates him. I can't tell you anything else about him," she said, leaning on the wall. "The more you know, the more you'll be in danger. Right now, you're a little bit safe because you're far from home."
"Safe from what?" I asked, dread creeping into my voice.
"From the beings that would seek to harm you, beings that despise your divine heritage," Ibimo replied, her eyes meeting mine with an unsettling intensity. "This world is far darker and more dangerous than you can imagine."
I took a deep breath, trying to process everything. "So, what now?"
Ibimo's grin returned, devoid of warmth. "Now, you need to undergo a spirit walk."
"A spirit walk?" I echoed.
"Yes, think of it as a trial. You will confront your fears, face challenges, and unlock the power within you," she explained. "But remember, it won't be pleasant."
"Nothing you've said so far sounds pleasant ?" I said rolling my eyes .
"You hate Bob, don't you?" Ibimo's sudden question caught me off guard.
"Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?" I asked, puzzled.
"You'll find out eventually," she said cryptically. "Now, I have to prepare some things."
"Wait! You can't just disappear like that," I protested.
Ibimo's expression softened slightly, though her tone remained aloof. "I need to make sure everything is in place for your journey. The place you're going to... it's not easy to access. It requires preparation."
"What kind of place is it?" I asked, curiosity gnawing me inside.
"It's a sanctuary for demigods like you. A place where the demons and spirits that hate the gods can't reach. But it's not just about safety. You will have to train, to learn, to fight," she said, her voice taking on a grave tone.
"And how am I supposed to explain this to my mom?" I asked, my frustration growing.
Ibimo sighed, her lack of empathy evident. "Your mother didn't know who your father was. She just thought he was human, and naturally, she won't know what you are. That's to keep her safe."
"Safe from what?" I asked.
"From the beings that would seek to harm you, beings that despise your divine heritage," Ibimo replied, her eyes meeting mine with an unsettling intensity. "This world is far darker and more dangerous than you can imagine."
I took a deep breath, trying to process everything. "So, what now?"
Ibimo's grin returned, devoid of warmth. "Now, you need to be ready to leave at any moment. When the time comes, you'll know. And remember, this journey is yours alone."
With that, she disappeared without a trace, leaving me confused and more stressed than ever. I had every right to think I was going crazy. I killed someone, and now I was seeing spirits.
Some man I mean god I hadn't met was fucking my life over, and he was happy and comfortable wherever he was. Typical gods were all the same they always enjoyed watching people suffer and begging for their lives.
And that was the last thing he was going to do, like his life wasn't already miserable enough. He really wanted to meet this so called father of his, not for anything special just to give him a well deserved punch on the face.
For making his mom suffer alone.