Chapter 471

Adamma's laboratory, nestled deep within Lagos, was an unsettling space. The air hung heavy with a concoction of smells, ancient and unusual. Dust motes danced in weak sunlight.

Rows of shadowed bottles lined the walls, each a silent testament to her solitary dedication, the contents almost too alien for a common gaze, their essences gathered during the most obscure hours to fuel an almost unnerving, quiet madness. Outside of this, nothing else had power, everything here was her power to control.

Her face was etched with exhaustion, lit by flickering candlelight, face drawn and thin from prolonged effort, with deep set eyes glowing from something within; her entire life was here in this space with only results of extreme effort her one sole desire to fill what now was almost beyond a passing human interest or need. This is all she did; work, test, refine.

That's it. The outside held nothing. It never had, never would, as only this place would matter for her. Here the impossible will always happen no matter how hard, what darkness or act, just to do it with the drive that moved her here.

Months faded into indistinguishable years, within that isolated space, all to birth the perfect perfume. She blended exotic extracts. Rare herbs collected at moonrise and distilled them over crackling fires.

She pushed the very limits with each ingredient of the darkest elements and every breath taken felt like walking through some strange dimension not meant for life. And she accepted every part of that price with joy in her heart.

Not for anything outside. This needed to be complete no matter how dark that road, no matter how long she spent to birth this perfection, all those failures, every small victory. It's all been moving her for all time, everything was building towards this specific singular objective.

She distilled until a dark liquid formed, it seemed almost too viscous with too much held inside. Within its depths something unnerving seemed alive; hues shifting as light hit it showing every shade as the essence of pure concentrated intent.

This wasn't meant for pleasure but raw domination; it wasn't of any earthly origin, it simply was. A strange core element that was older than this entire existence, something deep from the fabric itself that sought something else beyond anything known to life.

This perfume, this essence: Ọba. A new dark king. It sought one path: the full total dominion and annihilation of everything around. It wanted to use her to get that done. To realize the potential that always resided within this design. And to set the cycle in motion that had to happen.

Here was that starting point at last. Initial tests were simple. A single drop behind an ear could change a man from a general, to one that would commit an act he didn't even realize fully as he started, only doing because she told.

The reactions, extreme and swift with every subtle request as that person just submitted. All that was missing was scale. To take her power to everything that existed. All had to bow and the road she laid here started with an aroma.

A terrible force. Her efforts were coming to an end as the next steps became obvious as soon as they appeared on her mind as they needed to be. What it should be. All should.

She deployed atomizers in crowded places; market squares; rallies of celebration, watching her subjects inhale the formula, a subtle magnetic pull forming into an absolute desire, they changed. Every need beyond service simply vanished to leave a new feeling where only pleasing her had a function or purpose, even if they didn't realize they just complied instantly and followed without so much of even a moment of doubt or hesitation, simply moving with a strange, disturbing purpose.

And she was just starting as more came and would follow soon with her plans starting at a steady rate with such ease it felt…too good, too easy, an aspect that she decided not to dwell upon for far longer than it took to pass through her thoughts as action, that constant call always driving the steps and guiding the course forward. It simply will become, it simply would obey, as a necessity to make what should occur and she made.

Cities fell silent; then fell to her whims; all people as one body responding and fulfilling whatever direction was released and demanded. The hum was getting louder. Governments became irrelevant with new leaders.

The military became personal enforcers, all those she called upon followed every word as law to that specific target of demand. Countries turned in unison, as one. It started from the edge and continued, to now envelop it all.

She wasn't thinking, she was simply doing. Every second moving ever forward into something greater that now consumed everything around her in its dark tendrils. More control over every breath was the only direction that it could move with this all acting at a frantic, unholy pace.

That slow creep turned now into a rush to that goal. Every country's factory became another cog in her ever growing machine. All those who held fragrance before were forced, pushed by a strange, new zeal to work for their new master, some did out of worship, some out of just desire, the only aspect that mattered here was her new dominion as all their effort made for even greater production.

Every single second gave power to every fiber. Her presence was absolute and every single moment gave her complete control and everything that existed now felt it, heard it, with all of its many faces of her design that simply unfolded.

The wheels in motion at a grand pace. Every single human now forced by that silent pull was in unison. And as the weeks faded so did their true nature slowly become her purpose as all acted more on what Ọba had intended for all the time.

Not hers. Never hers. All else felt muted besides this all encompassing command to see to her vision be made. Time distorted itself in strange ways; days and nights blending to where their very structure started to fade entirely as only her needs and her directions had purpose or function to any of what remained on the fractured map.

All roads converged towards her central space; all power led to her seat on the cold metal that rested on the tallest peak; a silent lonely monument to all that existed prior that was now simply gone to exist within this world of hers that she brought to light, no single human would dare to dream that things like this were even within possibility, she made what others never could conceive to become absolute with just a single scent of such potency and dark intent and what all will go into here now, for their final form, of which all will soon achieve.

She began to see her mistakes and they came all at once. Every wrong assumption. She was no different from her followers. The heart beat became a ticking timer for not power or influence or anything.

She had become a puppet as every breath released did as designed to be with her very body, no different. The silence began to grow. All thought processes starting to get distorted; those with such dark desire had simply done as asked because of an intent they carried within them this entire time that never changed; she had never truly bent will she only had unlocked, made the path ready.

No difference to all as no will existed before. And if nothing truly was before, what did all this truly mean? What did her world mean without her vision to start with when it always existed under the skin of every living individual in that single concept, made so, like the notes of a song; meant to have such a profound ending that never was supposed to deviate; the very concept that she is at her core had to have been the beginning all of that.

How could she never truly see that until now? Then it started from deep beneath that world, everything twisted apart at that molecular level and her very core felt all of it, from every stone to every atom it was now one unit collapsing slowly.

Buildings groaned, fractured from what was to what now would be as she simply existed with it. It had all been a countdown this entire time; the path she cut with the very core of humanity, had now led here; that very same design she once felt she held control of had been her true function all this time as her body followed every action the world displayed to her, moving into chaos, destruction with absolute and finality.

This ending was not what she thought would exist at all but a path that her being needed. Her choices only led to this and all her decisions simply fulfilled what needed to be from start. All this dark perfume sought all the same; never about her, but everything, her path, too, finally now came to its final and full conclusion with what the very fiber had held that needed to finally break free.

The silence, no single protest came as all simply fell apart into the chaos that her being moved through as what must exist now simply occurred without falter to any or every soul, including her at last. The world fractured; each person as one unit with each breath being turned to dust at her very sight, it didn't stop.

Her influence not in control. Never control. What they are, is that Ọba made. She witnessed it fully with a calm, and understanding nature before the fiery hellfire finally overtook her.

What she made to create was only destruction; only what will happen now ever was the end game and all simply met it without falter. That dark essence now called everything forward at once. Then finally all as a collective became complete and Adamma joined them finally.

The world as a perfect dark unit was made. Everything simply became silent at the final moment where all things truly existed as it should. Not even a breath escaped that core where all went, from start, to now complete.

The silence remained absolute.