Lopperkem

    Good Satan Before time had weight, before the world had sin, and before the name Satan was ever cursed by human lips, there was only Luciel —the Morning Star. He was not the villain of Heaven. He was its light. Luciel walked among the first sparks of creation. When God shaped the stars, it was Luciel who cradled them into constellations. He was the first to sing over the void, the first to kneel before God's throne in awe, not fear. The other angels admired him. Some even envied him, though no one said it aloud. He was not proud, though some say that now. In truth, Luciel was curious . Too curious. He didn’t just sing what was written—he asked why the song was written that way at all. Still, he served. Faithfully. Lovingly. For what felt like forever. And then, God made Earth. Luciel watched as the waters were separated, the skies drawn back, the mountains raised like sleeping beasts. He smiled when animals were shaped from dust and air, and wept when humans opened ...

  Isolated Place by Lopperkem  The road was rough and narrow, the trees on both sides so thick they almost blocked the fading sunlight. By the time Caleb reached the house, night had fallen completely. His headlights cast long shadows on the crumbling porch of the wooden cabin—his grandfather's old retreat, deep in the mountains, far from cell towers, far from everything. It had been years since anyone set foot here. No electricity. No reception. Just a wood-burning stove, a rusted radio, and silence so loud it rang in your ears. Caleb wasn’t running from anything—at least, that’s what he told himself. But in truth, the city had become unbearable. The noise. The pressure. The constant, blinking presence of everyone’s lives. So he packed light and drove to the last place he remembered feeling invisible. Inside, the air was stale with forgotten memories. Dust clung to every surface. A family photo hung crooked on the wall—his younger self, smiling in the arms of a man he cou...

  Plane landing at Murtala Muhammad International Airport, Lagos, Nigeria. The time is around 11:42 PM.  The weather is not friendly, with heavy rain, strong winds, and reduced visibility due to thick storm clouds. A commercial airliner, Flight 121 from Peru, is carrying a group of infected people.  The plane struggles to navigate through the intense storm that has engulfed Lagos. The heavy rain pounds against the plane's fuselage, causing turbulence.  The plane's instruments begin to malfunction, and the pilot struggles to maintain control.  With visibility severely reduced, the pilots are forced to make an emergency landing at Murtala Muhammad International Airport. Next day morning, 8:34 AM. James: Dad, come and pick me up on time. I can't wait to see Grandma and Uncle Kem. Jate: Okay. (Jate drove off) His phone rang, and it was Kem, his brother. Kem: Hey, man, where are you? Jate: I'm close, just give me some time. While on the road to the bridge, he turned ...