Chapter 131 - The Hurting Angel

The heat in the air was still very much present. But Sunday was not feeling it much. Unlike the other time where it had charred and made his skin tingly. Even the dreading, lurking fear of danger that was abundant in the air was no more there. 

Whether it was because of the fact that the boss demon had been destroyed or that Niniola decimated the demon brawns earlier, he did not know. Indeed, he did not wish to know nor understand that. 

It was not important. Very negligible to the matter that was throbbing in the depths of his heart. His so very heart that was been wearied by the pain and hurt he had grown accustomed to. 

His face was tightly squeezed together, his lips in a tight pout and his eyes so narrow, you could almost pass them as slits. His mind was weary, his muscles ached and each step he took seemed to wear him down even more.

Smoke outlined the ground, covering up the misshapen landscape and the dissipating bodies of the fallen demons. The chirping and the croaks of beast that had been in the lurking background was absent. The entire hell scape silent and it was unnerving, It seemed as though the whole Orun Apaadi was in sync with the heaviness that sagged deep down in the heart of this weary Irunmole.

Sunday shook his head now, biting his lower lip so much that it bled. The pain was, in a way, comforting. It made him feel like he had gotten a hit out of what had happened earlier. 

But even then, the relief it brought was momentarily as he got accstomed to the pain. The guilt surged back in his body, constricting his throat with each weary step. Gravity seemed to disagree with his steps of advancement, dragging his limbs down faster than he could lift them up, but he had to remind himself that this was necessary. 

He needed to go Earth.

Or the scracifice that Niniola paid for him would be for naught. Oh, how he hated it. This powerlessness. This weakness that had made him let Niniola go through all that pain all by herself.

He hated it. 

No, not just hated it. He hated himself. Niniola had had to go through all sort of things, all for him. The memory of tht energy blast that his Father had exuded towards Niniola on that day still stung him. 

And even more painful was that when she was back again, she acted like everything was okay. Promising to stay by his side no matter what. And till date, she had kept that promise. It was therefore not right. No, it was not. 

How he had remianed this weak pained him so much. He was supoosed to be the one protecting her now. He was supposed to be the one who had her back now Even though he never intended to go to Earth with her, it was still his obligation that the girl who had been through a lot for him was to be safe and protected in this place. But what did he do? He whimpered away to Bane, at the mercy of the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf.

He hated this. Everyone. He hated everything that was on tht had tried to keep him at aby. Hehated his powerlessness and evrything. In fcat, the very fact he was an Irunmole angered him.

"N-NO..." Sunday shook his head, closing his eyses. 

He shouldn't think that way. Becoming a demon? What joy would that bring to let the same people who used a prophecy to demand the worst from him to now get their satisfaction when he goes after the dark? 

He was an Irunmole. Irunmoles ought not to keep grudges. If an Irunmole kept grudges, so much, then what would happen would be that the Irunmole would begin to find difficulty in the anility to glean into the aspectual laws.

He would keep his mind pure. He would not let the, have that joy. He sighed to himself as he opened his eyes staring on ahead. Ahead of him the humming of the World Bridge was significantly increased. But it was soothing still.

He looked on to it, like a compass fixed to the North, he adjusted his steps towards it. He swayed tot he left, slightly as the wind current passed by. Then he stopped, lowering his upper half as he rested his palms on his knees. His attire was a mess. Stains and dust here and there. A few tears on it too and of course, some parts where the sizzling lava had burnt into, He ought to change it before he went down to Earth.

"It's hard." Sunday cried out, fresh tears running down his caked, dusty face. "Its so hard to just let go of everything. Just because i am an Irunmole, i have to act like everything is fine and not hold grudges. Its hard...."

He jerked up and flung his hands wide open to the sides and cried with a loud voice. "I AM TIRED. I AM TIRED OF ALL THIS!" He screamed out, his voice echoing about him. 

But he did not mind that. It was unnecessary. If any demon or beast thought that it should show its head now, then he was all open. He was fed up.

"I have to just let things slide and be fine Even when my own people hurt me and treat me like what should not be alive." He dropped to his knees, running is hands over his face before going on to his fours.

"I am fed up." He sobbed, slamming his left fist down to the earth. "Is this how demons feel? To be hated by everyone and be hunted for merely existing?"

His hands gave way just then, making him fall to the ground, flat. He la there, unmoving, the only movements around him being the trailing of silent tears from his face down to the ground.

He pounded the ground again. He sobbed till there were no more tears to come out. After the sobbing session, he steeled his mind. There was no point in crying out here without fulfilling the mission he was meant to do. Maerius, the Third Prime had given him that, most likely with the intent to prove that he as stil capable of something. He was not about to fail the Third Prime now. 

With that in mind, he picked hismelf up and robbed the ring on his pinky on the left hand. The images of the contents within the spatial ring appeard within his mind as he gazed upon them. There was the ball of white light, two actually, functioning to restore a person to his or her pristine state. Maerius had given him the two upon the mission. There was also a new pair of combat jeans and boots and sandals in there, these ones courtesy of Niniola when she had gone to get them new wares. All the while, then, he was busy asking for Wole with intent of enacting his revenge.

Then, he had not seen the value of it but with his tattered clothing now, he did. Another reason to be thankful for Niniola being in his life. She just had a way of thinking out things before there ever happened.

Still, if he was going to grow on his own accord, he needed to leave threat behind.

He took the ball of light and then lifted it over his head, inhaling as the surge of warm energy coursed through his body. Maerius had given two but he was only to go to one girl named Bolu. So, it felt right that he used the extra one on himself. After all, first impressions were key to leaving lasting memories. 

Why he wanted to leave a lasting impression, he did not know. But what he did know was that he did not want to show up in Earth looking so haggard. He inhaled and then changed his clothing, his body looking all refreshed and all.

Now, he was all set to go to Earth. To meet this girl. The girl with a rather unique story. He was briefed on the mission but deep down he wanted to know what she was praying about. 

It had been so many days in Orun but on Earth, only three days so far. Today was the third day. He wondered if she would still be praying as she had proposd back then on the first day of the prayer. 

In a short time, he dashed through, the power of the World Bridge taking over him immediately as his sense of being vanished.

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