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Evil is Born
Others Long ago, in the western Logos of south Cameroon of Africa, live a Kingdom called balabulu, this land of balabulu kingdom was well-known for it considerate agriculture(fishing, hunting an farming) an her support for it regions,it's people an more about it tradition that is more of a monarchy governmenace,balabulu was surrounded with ocean, creeks and forest with fertility an abondance of wildlife like giraffe, elephants, crocodiles, pigeons etc, this animals where most re-served for ritual purposes..
After a long while of the existence of people and kings, came the great king Zalak(gods of rain) it was believe that Zalak was born through an intimate sex of a mad man with a mad woman, he was born so strong an strange looking, balabulu kingdom, it's people an her gods believe that a child born of two who are insane will be in toxicity of madness..but in the case of Zalak was a urge different, Zalak was more than what people see him for..
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