Kazungul Book 2: Sanctuary of Blood The Enoch Chronicles

By Marcus L. Lukusa

After the fall of Hadimas Empire; my father, it was not the end yet and merely the beginning of our story. This is my story as I take Bolt into the past to understand somethings that can not be changed and prepare him for those yet to come. I'm Enoch Bahati, seventh Son of Hadimas and Youngest among my Brothers and this is a tale of my strug

• Language: English
• Publisher: STAMPA GLOBAL
• Release date: Feb 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781951585556

Marcus L. Lukusa

Marcus L. Lukusa was born in Lubumbashi, Democratic Republic of Congo, on February 15 1984, the second son and child of Ruth Ndjibu and Venance Lukusa. He works as a sales engineering manager for Axis House, supplying these materials to most of the mines up north of South Africa, including DRC, his country of origin. But in his free time, he is a fan of martial arts and was crowned South African national champion of kung fu (Sanshou) and best overall fighter two years in a row, setting records in South Africa’s history of kung Fu in 2010 and 2011. Despite his love for martial arts, he has decided to step down and focus more on his imagination and creative side, making science fiction writing his escape world and hobby. In 2014, he published his first work and first book on the new saga known as Kazungul, which is available worldwide on paperback and e-book format. The first title, Kazungul: Blood ties – Awakening of the Ancestral Curse, was published in November 2014.

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Kazungul

Sanctuary of Blood The Enoch Chronicles

Book 2

Marcus L. Lukusa

Artworks by Sharon Teeling

Copyright ©2020 Marcus L. Lukusa

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Contents

Part 1 Wisdom

Chapter 1. Moonlight Child

Chapter 2. Exiled from Exodus

Chapter 3. Three Cities of Light

Chapter 4. The Five Kings and the Sacred Secrets of the Pyramids

Chapter 5. A Touch of Life—One Hidden Mystery within Me!

Part 2 Strength

Chapter 6. Thunder’s Power—Rebirth for Strength

Chapter 7. The Underworlds

Chapter 8. River’s Keepers

Chapter 9. Foundation דוסי

Chapter 10. City of the Great Stone House, Birth of the Stone Citadel

Part 3 Unknown

Chapter 11. Cloud Walkers

Chapter 12. Rising from Descent

Chapter 13. Blood of Our Bloods

Chapter 14. A Leader’s Fate

Chapter 15. Tribute to Freedom

Part 4 Realms of Darkness

Chapter 16. The Forbidden Underwater City

Chapter 17. Masks of Power

Chapter 18. Blessed Child

Part 5 Chaos

Chapter 19. Land of the West, Red Rituals

Chapter 20. Blood Brothers—The Firstborn Revealed

Chapter 21. An Echo in the Faraway Future

Part 1  

Wisdom

Chapter 1

Moonlight Child 

B lood—it has been believed throughout the ages that the ancient gods feed on blood and that the colour that is red is the colour of the gods; it is also the life force of all that is alive. For without blood, none are to live. But who has comprehended fully the impact of it? From it comes the lineage of the strong and the royal ones. A thing that even wealth or power nor wisdom or understanding couldn’t possibly change—your blood is your blood, a unique determination and the source of your eternal destiny; no matter what, it could never be changed.

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‘I, Enoch Bahati, stood at the top of the tower of watchers several years later after taking Sergio Grant away from decaying Earth, and after he had completed his elite training among us and as he was very ready to receive the revelation about his calling and the purpose of his actions to be applied in the near future, the young Bolt seemed more than capable to accomplish the task for which he was chosen, but this was a big task, so big that we all had no clues as to what to expect, for it was a matter of a grudge and revenge from enemies of way before, matters which the young one couldn’t understand and of which he was very much innocent. As I stood at the edge of the tower, between the higher heaven and the Earth, the thunderbird on my shoulders reminiscing in a distance past, which was still very much affecting all of us and about to bring us in a deeper chaos than what we faced during the war of Gog and Magog battles, my being was terrified as I knew the time was near, the time an ancient enemy was finally ready to rise again—with him numerous allies, amongst which was a very powerful one of my kind, the son who never received redemption among those of us who had been saved from the curse.’

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There were things of the past that one needed to understand in order to fully comprehend the impact that the Kazungul bloodline had to play in the world and in our entire universe. The journey of the curse really had started with the coming of Hadimas to Earth and the impact of his bloodline on the region of the ancient mass lands of Africa. But the blood ties and the closure of these were somehow linked to the blessed child and his descendants, the secrets he had to unveil and the sacrifices he had to make. The seventh son of Hadimas was the key and the one among all. For Enoch Bahati had not only received the seed but the look and the blessing of the sons of heavens despite the dark curse on his soul and his body.

Before the light came to the darkest corners of what is known today as Africa, it was a land of rites, witchcraft, and bloodshed, with the laws of an eye for an eye and a place for the strongest to lead. Mercy was not known; dark magic and African druids were all there was to be feared and respected.

There were human sacrifices and amulets to the kings as they were given reverence to; therefore, fear was the code of conduct to live by, and neither love nor sacrifice for others was among them any longer. The people lived with constant trials, and peace wasn’t part of their hearts; the richer and the stronger ruled over the weak and poor ones. Their gain from battles or from their fields, even the fruits of their wombs having been taken away, servants and slaves were made from childhood and for a lifetime to serve and obey their masters, sometimes to depart with them in their afterlife, buried alive with their masters after their passing.

Neither were the forces of nature peaceful around them. Wild animals and beasts of the deep forest feasted on them during labour times, attacking villages and not giving them space in their fishing trips or hunting parades. The people had no one to turn to, and the only choice for survival was to go by the laws instilled in them, and witchcraft was used for self-protection. But something else had happened; then came the time as you know it. A strange breed came down from the heavens, and the Kazungul bloodline came to add their wrath to this world, landing in the eastern region of great lakes somewhere near the Mount Nyiragongo valley.

Later on, when their empire grew, years and centuries after the coming of Hadimas, something wonderful happened to Earth. In the third month of the lunar year of the eagle, in bright daylight with a shining day full moon, the seventh son of Hadimas was born. He was a strange boy with white creme hair and clear light-blue eyes but brown skin colour, a sign of hope and redemption. Hadimas named him Enoch Bahati. The father loved his son and gave him all his attention, for he reminded him of the divine presence in his bloodline. Though Hadimas chose a human life, it was a pride for him to have a son who looked like a son of stars, different in his appeal and promising in power.

Because of this love for his son, Hadimas made sure to find a way to avoid the Kazungul curse on him; he called from all around wise men from faraway lands, physicians and doctors to help him find a way to save Enoch his son. He also, for the first time since his coming to Earth, raised his face and voice to the heavens and prayed out for this request. His wish was finally granted—favour from above came upon the boy—but that did not take away the fight for his survival, as darkness always tried to get in the way and corrupt the young one. The grip of the curse was still too strong to erase the claim over him.

The time came when the people around the land of Hadimas’s empire united and started the war against his kingdom that took down the mighty Hadimas, and all the Kazungul survivors had run away now. Marduck and Mpumina took Hadimas within his prison, and the so-called peace returned to the land, closely monitored by the new order of Adama protection, the Jimina Society.

The boy went south and settled with his mother in his new village in the Sengwa region in the land of Nzovu, meaning ‘the great silver elephant’. Enoch was still a young boy, around twelve years old or so. This land wasn’t strange to what was already known to him, besides a little twist in some words in language. Tyranny and witchcraft were still present in this place—bloodshed, human sacrifices, and all the atrocities. A few months after the boy arrived in this place, it was already time for the new generation of this village to be initiated to adulthood and to the forces of nature. Enoch’s mother, upon their arrival in this kingdom, was received into this king’s bosom, for she was a very beautiful woman and still young of age at the time. Therefore, Enoch had no choice but to be initiated as per the people’s tradition and rules; he became part of the young men of the village to go through this ritual of that time.

The night of the initiation came then a few months later, and the boys were taken into the wild. The old priests and the witch doctors gave them strange potions and let them go into trances. All the boys were stripped to their skins and covered with white charcoal powder. They were sixteen of them in this initiation, seated in the forest next to the great Zambezi River, set in a circle, one next to the other, with their feet closely touching each other, making it look like a tree trunk in the centre connecting them, chanting and clapping hands to some ancient hymns. The strange potion’s calabash went around from boy to boy; after some time, the night went on and the moon came up high. The boys, one by one, ceased by the potion’s power, falling unconscious like in a deep high. They were all shaking and shivering from head to toe, none but one was still awake.

Enoch was still not getting any effects from this bizarre ritual potion. After hours, no matter how much of it they forced down his throat, he was still clear of mind, thought, and spirit, very aware of everything that was going on, and the priests couldn’t proceed in initiating him. Amongst the priests, there was one man who was blessed with knowledge and power of understanding. He was one who had travelled the countries and the land’s sanctuaries and monasteries; he had knowledge of the one who from the stars once came to Earth.

As his fellows conspired to kill the young one because they believed he could be a demon in a human body, he on the contrary told them not to and said to them that the boy had a different path to walk, unlike the others; he was to be a leader in new ways of doing things. ‘This boy is the moonlight child. He will have the key to a future, a future not known to many.’ As he said this, the white hair on the boy’s head began to shine like a star under the moonlight rays, and all the priests could see what their fellow had just said was true and correct. The man walked toward the boy and asked him, ‘What is your name, my son?’ and the boy replied,

‘My name is Enoch Bahati.’

‘Knowledge and blessing indeed it is,’ said the man. ‘Nice to meet you. My name is Zachary, Baba Zachary.’ The man bowed down to him. ‘From now on, I will be your mentor as you have a great destiny before you, young one.’

So Enoch and Zachary met for the first time under this moonlit night; they grew closer and became like family, bounded by the bound of friendship and destiny for the great and future trial ahead of them.

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Chapter 2

Exiled from Exodus 

I t came to pass, after Enoch came back from the initiation ground, that the entire village came to know about what happened to him during the time out there in the forest on the initiation night. That he wasn’t compatible with their territorial spirit and that he might have an evil spirit in him or was a wizard boy coming to bring doom on this people. The people pled to their king day and night that he should do something about the boy. First of all, he was strange-looking, with that white creme hair and strange eyes, coming from they didn’t know where. The many hidden things kept within their hearts about the boy were soon released on this occasion. His guardian, Kato, and his mother tried to get the king to make the people forget about the boy and let him be. But this was hard to accomplish as the king himself feared the boy in secret, not with the intention to do any wrong to him but he could just sense that there was something different about Enoch. So the king asked the people what they would have him do to bring justice to the village. The people decided that this demon child be sacrificed to Nkinshimukulu, a guardian god of fertility of the fields and forest. This was to avoid his wrath so they could be at peace for protecting such a being as they allowed this boy to be amongst them. According to their beliefs, it was Nkinshimukulu who would take a boy’s spirit from childhood ground into adulthood spiritually, and because the boy didn’t respond to this ritual, this god would come after the village and kill all those who protected him—an insane kind of belief it was. The king spent time thinking and trying to find out what to do for his love for the boy’s mother was real and strong. The boy’s mother came to him and told him to let the people do what they must, as they so wished to take Enoch’s life for the sake of the village; she didn’t realise what she was asking as she was somehow compelled by a certain spirit. ‘But beware not to order any of your guards or soldiers to strike my son. Should there be amongst them one brave and strong enough to come and strike my son, he should then come forward and do it before your so-called priests take his head and organs to the altar of Nkinshimukulu,’ she said.

‘You wish for your son’s death?’ asked the king.

‘My son won’t die, and this will be for a long time, after you and your sons and their sons after them have all passed, but this will be a sign for all the people to know and to remember who is Enoch Bahati wa Hadimas, my beloved son,’ Etiga said.

The morning came, and the king did as she asked him, bringing all the people before the palace’s court, and he spoke. ‘You have asked for death to this innocent boy. Death, however, I don’t consent to like you do, so neither I nor my royal court guards will lift our swords against him. As it is your request to see the death of this innocent I took as a son among many and see him sacrificed, let then one of you with courage to face the wrath of the gods step forward and come to take the boy’s life before all the people.’

And as it is in every village, there is always one fool with the daring enough to try his luck in the so-called heroic action. One man stepped up and came toward the king, and his appearance was that of a woodcutter, with wide and large shoulders, long and strong arms but short legs filled with solid muscles, his scent that of a strong sweat from his hard and long labour of the previous late night of work went before him. You could see the physique of a Congo mountain gorilla in a human body from looking at him. No one could be uncertain that by one of his strikes alone the head of Enoch would fly off his neck to the ground with that single blow, so the man walked on to where Enoch was, right next before the king. Enoch stood—calm and collected, not tied up; he did not run, nor was he trembling before this man or this crowd. The man took his Panga blade out and lifted to strike him down, and as his hand came down toward Enoch’s neck, out of the