Cobalt 01: The Demigods Redefined
Badru was standing in the middle of his village, right next to their well. The sand blew fiercely around him, making his skin tingle from the tiny grains hitting it, but it didn't hurt.
He walked over to the well and pulled the rope with the bucket up, but the well was dry. It had been for months. He turned his gaze towards the villagers who were standing around him, with orange dirt staining their mouths as if they'd tried to swallow it. They were all struggling against the strong winds as their clothes and hair were being whipped about by the sandstorm.
"I command water to flow from this well for all," he said in his native Ghanaian language.
Suddenly, a strange burbling sound came from the well and water started flowing out of the rock circle in the center of Ser'ug and onto the sand. But this water was different, with gray-blue edges. It kept flowing, covering Badru's feet, which were already 31 years old.
People in the village started rising up, looking rejuvenated and happy. They had gray-blue eyes now and were trying to protect themselves from the winds with their arms. "I order these winds to cease," Badru said firmly.
The winds began to obey, heavy sand falling suddenly and the light orange dust hanging in the air.
Badru's wife Chuandi and their five children emerged from the sandstorm and embraced him with joy and tears in their eyes. Badru's heart was filled with love for them. Suddenly he woke up.
"Badru?" Chuandi asked, sitting up beside him in the worn mattress they shared.
"It was just a dream," he said, "it was horrible and vivid at first, but then it got better."
Badru got up and got dressed in his usual shorts, sandals, and shirt. He went outside where he looked at his moon-lit farm, which had belonged to his family for years. They had descended from the Kingdom of Dagbon in Togo to the east, but his family was ostracized because his grandfather was found out as being God-less. They had already been ostracized more than 30 years ago. It was one thing to not be Christian, but another to not believe in God at all.
Chuandi had still chosen him and they had been married for 25 years. They were well-known in their village because their five children were all still alive and healthy. People usually lost at least one child, but they had not.
Badru had decided not to follow the rat race this year by growing cocoa, rubber, oil palm, and citruses, but insteads grew maize steadily. It was less valuable but much less volatile than the others.
He was getting old and wasn't as strong as he used to be. Chuandi came up behind him and wrapped her strong arms around his chest. "Are you still thinking about your dream?" she asked gently, playing with the fabric of his shirt.
"I can't get it out of my head," Badru said, feeling the wind increase in intensity. He noticed that it wasn't affecting them; it was as if they were inside a glass bubble, the swirling sand and dust moving around them. "I commanded the winds to cease," he said in a low voice, as if Chuandi couldn't hear him.
The wind stopped suddenly and the dust settled. They both looked out at their farm and noticed that the wind and dust were only swirling around them, leaving the area they were in calm and peaceful. "I managed to make it stop in my dream," Badru said in disbelief.
Chuandi looked up at him in amazement. "Did you really?" she asked, fascinated by her husband's ability.
"I ordered the sky to clear so we could see the stars," he said loudly.
The sky cleared above them, the stars twinkling brightly. But the wind and dust were still swirling around them. "Wow, Badru," his wife said with amazement, "is this a dream?"
"I don't think so my love," he said lovingly, looking at her. "It's extremely quiet all of a sudden."
"Silencing the wind, it's like halting the tiny little particles floating around in midair," Chuandi pondered. "If you halt them, they don't make any noise."
"What else could you possibly accomplish?"
***
"Kwesi, this is incredible!" Badru marveled, gazing at the water gurgling out of the ground and cascading down his ditch. "You told it to flow, and voila! No well! No pumps!"
The elderly man was beyond ecstatic.
For years, the drought had been steadily worsening, making every year drier than the last.
However, over the past two days, Badru had been using his newfound powers to aid not only his own farm and fields but the town of Saboba and the neighboring farmers.
Badru and his family had been testing his command over water ever since the night before. Though it may have seemed to come from the ground, it was a deception. He summoned it, as if by magic, at his beck and call. He could even fashion it into various shapes like animals or objects. They had fashioned a pool in their living room, then transformed it into a spa by ordering it to be steaming hot and effervescing with bubbles.
Experiments with his control of the winds had also similar outcomes. He created a staircase crafted from air for his kids to ascend, then fashioned a floor where they could glide upon, simulating flight. Unfortunately, they flew too high, having lost sight of the ground, and he had to bring them back down.
But during their experimentation, they had realized the hazards. If he was unclear or inaccurate, he could cause harm.
"Thank you so much, Badru! Thank you!" the elderly gentleman teared up.
"You're welcome, have a magnificent harvest!" Badru grinned back at him, heading towards his truck.
At his truck, he saw two more men, one whom he'd met a while ago at the cooperative: Fenuku.
"Good day, Badru!" he greeted, sporting a huge grin.
He recalled that Fenuku was slender, and towered over him by several inches. The driver was a kind soul.
"Hello, Fenuku," Badru said warmly, clasping his hand.
Fenuku revealed that he and most of the other farmers residing a diet's distance were suffering from drought as well. His cousin in Saboba had introduced him to Badru.
Like before, they each drove off, arriving at the farms and employing the same methods as he had the past two days: summoning water from the ground right into their ditches as if through supernatural means.
That was when his life took a bizarre turn once more.
Three vehicles showed up at the Seringa farm and men stepped out. They weren't army-dressed, but Badru realized they were from the north.
The AK-47s, shotguns, and pistols attracted his attention most.
"You, are you Badru?" the most prominent one roared, lifting his rifle as if for a movie.
He towered over Badru, quite literally, and seemed to weigh at least 70 pounds more than him, toned, not fat.
"I am. What do you want?" Badru countered, allowing his powers to fuel his courage.
"You are unfairly giving water. You cannot do this," the man trundled closer.
"I am aiding those in need. You shall not deter me from this," Badru declared.
"You are foolish. I'm going to keep this brief. If you cease, we'll snatch your family away from you."
"You'll try," Badru seethed.
"Forget this. Shoot him," the big man ordered, turning away.
The rifles fired relentlessly at Badru and Fenuku, showering them with lead and shrapnel. However, he commanded the air not to move within the men's lungs, leaving them immobilized.
Fenuku got frightened and began to flee.
"I command the blood in their brains to heat up," Badru hollered, extending his hands unconsciously.
Suddenly, his rage amplified, followed by fury. The men before him sprayed blood and suffocated to death, struck by his boiling blood.
The leader retained enough composure to grab for his weapon at his waist.
"I'll tear the fluid inside your eyes," Badru shouted for the next trick.
He didn't scream, but furiously popped their eyes, blood oozing from them and hands clutching their faces. Badru strutted towards the remaining men.
The leader, still unable to breathe, managed to reach for his weapon.
"I'll burst the liquid within your eyes!" Badru bellowed, unleashing his wrath.
Suddenly, his eyes bulged, streaming blood as his head collapsed as he writhed on the ground.
The remaining men were now left to either surrender or meet the same fate.
Other three men, with one already passed out, their faces displayed fear, which made Badru grin. These men had been about to eliminate him just several moments ago. He was intoxicated by the control, on the brink of becoming light-headed.
He directed the remaining two.
"I command air to fill your chests until they shatter!" he yelled at them.
The air could be heard gushing into their lungs, causing them a quick boost of energy before they started to expand abnormally.
One of them still stretched out to clutch his chest and his ribs could be heard cracking until they did, his eyes shot upward, and he landed on the ground.
The other one attempted to draw his gun and aim it at Badru.
And the world started to darken.
"What-?" Badru questioned, struggling to keep his balance.
As if through a fog, he watched the two men, one of whom's chest had definitely cracked, gasping for short, painful breaths, before he fell. His lungs had already shattered, his ribs were broken.
But the blind leader could still breathe. And despite his blindness, he began to stumble towards Badru, whose universe progressively receded.
"YOU!" the man bellowed, "Where are you?! You devil! I'll murder you!"
He attempted to stand, falling due to his inability to see, then he commenced creeping towards Badru and waving his hands in a vague circular motion, trying to locate him.
"I don't know how you accomplished that! But you'll perish! I'll find them all! I'll eliminate them all!" he raged, creeping closer.
And Badru, found his words despite the encroaching darkness and he kneeled, weakly.
"I command your blood to vanish," he said coldly.
He watched the mystery in front of him merely collapse to the floor, no blood in his body left.
Badru inhaled deeply and attempted to stand up, but discovered his hands, his arms, his entire body was heavy and tired like never before.
"Badru!" Fenuku suddenly joined him.
"Chuandi," Bardu replied, opening his eyes and perceiving the sunlight streaming into their room.
"Badru!" she said, coming to his side and kneeling on the floor, holding his hand while feeling his forehead. "I have the doctor coming!"
"What... what happened?" he questioned.
"Fenuku brought you here. He mentioned you eliminated the men. Men from the Dagbon territory," she said.
Yet, for some reason, even then, Badru noticed the softness of his wife's thigh and his mind wandered there.
"They were?" he inquired, his attention elsewhere as he spoke.
"Yes. They were men of the kingdom. Alleged. This could be significant," she said, noticing her husband checking her chest area.
"Could they be my enemies?" he pondered quietly.
"No, Badru. They're not your enemies," she said, attempting to control his unstable condition.
"They are?" he asked, nevertheless preoccupied, his eyes wandering over his wife's breasts brazenly.
"Yes," she said, observing her husband focused on her voluptuous breasts.
"I'm so sorry, my love," he whispered, making a half-assed attempt to rise, but fell back onto his back as his muscles gave out.
Chuandi continued to clutch his hand, and couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine at his touch on her leg. Her sex became wet, telling her it had been too long. Her own desire resurfaced.
"Badru, we cannot. You're weak. We cannot," she implored, though he somehow mustered the strength to fondle her thigh.
"Please my love. Please. Before it all goes wrong," he begged, grabbed her hand with his other to hold onto.
And Chuandi guided her face to his crotch, unable to resist the desire to inhale and smell him. He'd been out all day, using his newfound power to assist others, and she removed the front of his shorts, revealing his erect penis.
She swallowed his hard dick, already at its full width of 7 inches.
He sighed deeply as she swallowed almost all of him, her tongue dancing around his hardness, causing his hips to lift slightly.
She then moved her head back and forth, expertly fellating him while placing her hands gently on his chest. Suddenly, he found himself exposed as she positioned herself above him.
"This isn't a good idea," she declared, positioning him at her entrance and lifting herself up.
However, their gazes connected, their love for each other erasing all doubts and reservations. Bending forward, she eased herself down on him, only reaching a few inches before rising slightly, then descending again.
"Ahhh," she moaned appreciatively, her body reacting to the pleasure of being filled.
Badru caressed her thighs, hips, and back, as his wife rode him, moments she had experienced countless times before. But this time, he felt a heightened level of sensation that made him feel even more connected to her.
But their eyes never left each other's as she ground herself, feeling him caress the walls of her pussy, increasing her pleasure.
"My love, my sweet wife, this feels so good," she exclaimed, her hands moving from his chest to her own.
"I need you, my love," he said, his voice strained despite their brief encounter.
Yet, she could tell that something was different. The familiar feeling of him surging inside her carefully stretched pussy made her feel even more connected to him.
"Badru, what's changed? Where has this strength come from?" she asked, her breath quickening as he continued to grind into her.
"I don't know, but this is incredible!" he replied, his words barely coherent.
His thrusts intensified, causing her to moan with desire. The sexual tension was palpable, and she could feel his energy growing with each passing second.
"Oh my god, Badru," she shouted, her legs tightening around him in ecstasy.
Suddenly, he stopped, then overwhelmed her with a renewed strength. She froze for a moment, unsure of the new sensations he was generating.
"Badru, what have you done?" she cried, her body responding to his invasive lovemaking.
Flipping her over, he impaled her once more, this time with a ferocity he hadn't displayed in years. Despite her confusion, she tried to match his intensity.
"Oh! Badru, how did you get so strong so fast?" she wondered, her body reacting to his fierce thrusts.
"I...I don't know, but this feels amazing," he heaved, giving himself entirely to her as he filled her.
Overwhelmed by the insane pleasure, it wasn't long before she climaxed, her body convulsing as he continued to scramble her senses.
"Badru, you can't be better," she protested, her body screaming for release.
"But I am, my love, trust me," he encouraged, maintaining his blinding speed until her body was still.
Suddenly, he released her legs and pulled away, before collapsing onto the bed. Feeling his life and energy return fully, he looked down at his satisfied wife.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
She gaped up at him, fascinated by the sight of his restored vitality.
"I've never felt better," she smiled, witnessing the continuous flow of his seed as it dripped down her hips. 1
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