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EPISODE 1
It happened at the entrance of the luxuriously grand Eden Sublime Hotel.
It happened in the afternoon, in the full glare of thousands of people.
The great crowd was a mass of screaming, chanting and drumming bodies. The people were wearing clothing in similar colours of green, pink, purple and maroon, and these were the colours of the KNOWLEDGE POSITIVE NUANCE, the newest political party in the system.
The party had been gathering a lot of supporters, although lately rumours had been making the rounds that its political head, Mrs. Ami Agorkorli, dabbled in the occult. This allegation had gathered firm grounds, peddled by her political enemies, but it had not deterred the beautiful woman from championing the course of her passion.
Incidentally, she happened to be the wife of Reverend Torgbor Akorkorli-Vitoh, one of the most powerful pastors in the country, a man that performed mind-blowing, eye-boggling and earth-shattering miracles.
There was going to be a national delegates’ conference of the KPN Party that afternoon, and their supporters had thronged the location in massive numbers.
That was the chaotic scenario unfolding in front of the hotel when the most horrible of events happened.
It began when four flashy and sleek Mercedes Benz cars were approaching hotel entrance, and the party numbers recognized Mrs. Ami Agorkorli inside one of the cars.
They went into a frenzy!
They wanted a word from the woman they adored so much, the woman who was coming with such force, with such positive reforms. She was both adored and revered, and they wanted so much to see her.
They shouted and blocked the path of the cars, and in the end Mrs. Ami Agorkorli had no option than to get down and address the frenzied mob!
She told the cars to stop, much against the wishes of her security detail. A thunderous applause ripped across the gathering when she emerged in her black jeans and polo-necked T-shirt depicting the party colours. She was wearing a pair of beautiful sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat.
To say that Mrs. Afi Agorkorli was a beautiful woman would have been a gross understatement.
She was a fabulous woman, and she knew it. She glowed fair and glorious, a royal woman formed with the silkiest of clays in the hands of her Creator. Curvy, elegant and absolutely breath-taking, she surveyed her supporters with appreciative eyes and her famous lovely smile that dimpled her rosy cheeks.
Some of the supporters threw themselves at her feet whilst others sat on the ground and hailed her. She climbed up to a podium they had erected just in front of the main entrance of the hotel, and begged her to give them some few words.
Ami Agorkorli obliged.
She was still smiling when she mounted the podium, turned gracefully, and then she faced them.
She was no longer smiling when she was facing the crowd.
The enthralled crowd went into a frenzy. Journalists took pictures and prepared their recording gadgets.
There were even a couple or so televisions that were covering the conference live, and so her image was beamed across a considerable number of home televisions.
Mrs. Ami Agorkorli was standing on the podium with some of her executives, as she usually did on such occasions, but she turned to them and coldly ordered them to get off the stage.
And that was the first odd thing.
The harsh tone she addressed her associates with both shocked and embarrassed them. That was so much unlike the lady, who was an epitome of love and friendliness on a normal day.
Standing alone on the podium now, listening to the great crowd chanting, looking at the cameras and microphones of the great number of journalists assembled, Mrs. Ami Agorkorli took off her hat and dropped it on the podium.
A great shout went up from the crowd.
Next she removed her sunglasses and dropped them.
Another scream went up.
She stood smiling at them for a moment, relishing their adoration, and then suddenly she reached for the hem of her T-shirt and in a flash she pulled it over her head and dropped it on the podium.
And that was what shut up the crowd.
The silence was as terrible as it had been fierce.
It was a loud silence.
There she was, standing on the podium in her frilly and beautiful brassiere; the cups of the bra had vertical slits that exposed her quaint rosy nipples. Everyone was stunned, and across the nation television viewers gaped and gawked…and feared.
Her husband, the reverend, who was in another part of the country evangelizing, was at that time in front of the television in solidarity with his wife, and when he saw her like that on television, he slipped off the sofa and began to weep. He tried to pray, but he could only weep!
But Ami Agorkorli didn’t stop there, no, she didn’t.
In a flash she unhooked her brassiere from behind and dropped it on the podium, and now her firm, fair, jiggly breasts were fully exposed with their roseate nipples fully erect in the cold afternoon!
That was about the moment that the television watchers across the country suddenly saw images stopped, and the faces of the studio hosts came on to explain that they were sorry they had to interrupt the programme…blah, blah, blah!
And her husband finally began to scream with prayer in his hotel room in a frenzied blasting of tongues…amidst his tears!
Those in front of the hotel, however, were in on a treat, because Mrs. Agorkorli unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her beautiful long legs!
There seemed to be a sort of unreal element going on because everyone was frozen with shock, their minds refusing to accept this incredibly unimaginable spectacle.
It was only when the woman kicked her shoes off, kicked the jeans off, and reached for her speck of white G-string that her executives began to scream and rush up the podium…
But they were too late!
The fine woman removed her G-string and stood there naked in all her incredible glory. Her pubic was shaved in style, depicting a series of vertical hairs on the sides, and three horizontal hairs in the middle.
And then she did the most diabolic acts of all: she turned her back to the gawking and screaming crowd, bent low, held her knees, and began to twerk her beautiful mounds!
Some women fainted…
Some women just began to weep terribly…
The young men in the front row, however, held up their phones and began to take video clips of that incredibly mouth-watering twerking sight that was going to go astronomically viral on social media in a few hours…
***
Half-way up the Eden Sublime Hotel, in room 209, Ledi Pedi moaned in ecstasy as a naked woman on top of him gyrated her hips sexily as she raced toward her apex as they made sweet love.
He was unaware of Mrs. Ami Agorkorli’s crazy antics just a few metres away.
Ledi threw his head back as pleasure slammed through his body. He reached up and held the breasts of the woman lying him, raising his head to lick her nipples which were as hard as raisins.
She was moaning and moving faster.
He gripped her waist and thrust up harder to complement her, trembling as wave after wave of pleasure surged through him.
She turned her head to watch her mounds bouncing in the huge mirror against the width of the wall at the foot of the bed. She seemed to admire the way she was winding, and she gripped his chest and moved faster still, then slowed to a sensuous tempo.
Ledi could not take it any longer.
He sat up and expertly turned her over.
Now she was on her hands and knees, facing the mirror, and Ledi Pedi came behind her, admiring the sleek curves of her behind.
There was no sight more beautiful than a woman bent over, Ledi thought, and smiled with lust as he slowly united their bodies, and he began a movement of his own fast rhythm…
And that was the time it happened!
He felt the pain in his head!
It was a slamming pain that vibrated through his whole body.
He tried to ignore it as both of them began to scream with pleasure, reaching the apex at the same time.
The naked woman was bucking furiously now, her lips drawn from her teeth in a prolonged snarl of sheer lust as she groaned deeply!
Ledi came out of her, the pain in his head overshadowing his pleasure!
Ledi knew something ugly was around…
That kind of pain only came when there was a vile spirit around, a dangerous demon capable of terror!
Ledi Pedi was an Unblind.
Unblinds were special people given a special ability to see into the spiritual world and see demons, spirits and principalities that the naked eye couldn’t see…and deal with them.
Ledi had been one of the best Unblinds, but when his wife and two children died horrendously in a car accident, his pain and fury had made him backslide from the Call, and he now lived a sinful life.
Many men of God and his colleagues had tried to bring him back to the righteous path, but Ledi continued to decline.
What made it all worse was the fact that God had not taken the gift from him, and Ledi could still see those evil beings and deal with them in a way. However, because he was now a living sinner, the demons also had the power to hurt him terribly.
Ledi bounced off the bed, holding his head and moaning with pain.
He zig-zagged toward the terrace as the woman fell fully on the bed, still moaning with the final throes of passion!
The pain!
It was killing Ledi!
“Ledi!” the woman called, and her voice seemed so far away. “Are you alright, darling?”
Ledi needed fresh air!
He needed the pain to stop. He could barely breathe as he stumbled to the huge French windows that opened to the terrace, and he lurched to the space and put his hands on top of the protecting banisters around the terrace.
His face was drenched with sweat as he looked up…and then not far away he saw Mrs. Agorkorli at the entrance of the hotel, standing on the podium with her behind turned to the crowd and gyrating in a wild twerk…
He saw some people climbing the podium and grabbing the naked woman forcibly. Mrs. Agorkorli was screaming and fighting them off as they tried to cover up her nakedness with clothes.
Ledi could see women weeping and clamping their linked hands on top of their heads, and even as he began to wonder what was going on, even as his headache intensified, even as the people wrestled Mrs. Agorkorli to the podium, Ledi Pedi saw the demon rising up slowly and leaving the body of Mrs. Agorkorli!
At first Ledi didn’t watch the demon because his eyes were fixed on Mrs. Agorkorli.
The demon had now left her body, and the horror-struck woman had just realized that she was naked.
On the podium, the once-elegant and revered Mrs. Agorkorli had clamped her hands on her breasts and bent low to cover her nakedness. Her horrified eyes were fixed on the wet face of her assistant and friend, Joana.
“Joana!” Mrs. Agorkorli screamed in a horrified voice. “Oh, Joana, Joana, Joana! What happened to me? Why am I naked? Oh, Joana, what’s this?”
“It’s okay, Ami,” Joana said as her tears streamed down her face, and she covered her friend’s nakedness with a huge party cloth. “It’s alright!”
Ledi’s jaw tightened.
Even though he was so far away, he could still hear the conversations, and he knew that the elegant woman had been possessed with the demon of disgrace which had forced her to humiliate herself in front of such a great crowd!
Those damn demons!
Those filthy, evil spirits!
Ledi raised his eyes now to watch the demon that had caused this evil, and that was when his heart froze with sudden terror!
The demon was floating slowly toward him!
“Oh, dear Lord!” Ledi groaned with sudden terror as fear slammed into his heart, and he began to take frantic steps away from the balcony, trembling badly with fear, his eyes gaping with incredulity and horror. “Oh, Lord, oh no, no!”
It was a long, white demon with two severe red eyes. Its nose was hollow, and its lips were smeared with traces of blood!
As it floated towards Ledi, its eyes were fierce with hatred and murderously vindictive!
“Kuman-Po-Guru!” Ledi Pedi whispered with trembling legs. “Goodness me, I’m dead…it is Kuman-Po-Guru!”
He blasted back into the hotel room.
The naked woman he had slept with was coming toward the terrace, and she stopped as Ledi came back into the room, his face horrified.
“Ledi, darling, what’s it?” she asked, the beginnings of fear entering her eyes.
“Run!” Ledi screamed, shooting past her, his face crazed with fear. “It is Kuman-Po-Guru! Flee! Run!”
He didn’t even try to dress up, but he grabbed one of the bedcovers and fled toward the door! His hands were trembling badly as he turned the keys, opened the door and toppled into the corridor beyond!
By that time the tall, white demon had floated into the hotel room although the girl couldn’t see her.
She was aware of a sudden coldness in the room, and a strong repulsive smell.
The demon floated around the naked woman.
“Youuuuuuu!” the demon groaned, and Ledi heard his voice in the corridor, and he ran harder. “You were his whore…the slut of that that stinking Unblind…You don’t’ deserve life….choooooke to death!”
The girl did not see or hear the words of the demon, but she suddenly could not breathe!
Her throat swelled up as she began to choke!
She clamped both hands to her neck, groaning with horror because she could not breathe. She tried to ran toward the door, but she suddenly crashed to the floor and her feet beat a final death dirge…and then she was gone!
“You whoeeeeremonger!!” the demon hissed and then floated into the corridor beyond the door!
Ledi was at the far end of the corridor frantically winding the cover cloth around his middle.
The demon called Kuman-Po-Guru floated toward Ledi Pedi, its eyes reflecting its murderous intents…
“You viiiiiiile Unblind!” it groaned as it loomed nearer to Ledi. “Told you I’ll get yoooooooooou…cuuuuuunt!”
Ledi retched and vomit spewed out of his mouth as he fell to his knees.
His fear was palpable and uncontrollable.
It wasn’t only fear.
This was panic and sheer terror…
He knew his life was all but over as Kuman-Po-Guru drew nearer!
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