Chapter 140 - Angel Meets Human 2

He'd have to stay, protect her because he was sure the round faced many horned demon would make its move after. The day was almost over and her prayers would cease soon. 

Combat with this demon was inevitable. He could not just leave outrightly. 

Sunday looked to Bane but didn't see the Wolf inside. He peered to the gate, his vision suddenly clearing as he saw everything behind the wall. 

"Wow." He exclaimed, happy at this. 

Bane was still outside. And from the looks of it, the Wolf appeared to be standing guard. It was now up to him to get to this Bolu girl in order to complete the mission. 

He rubbed the spatial ring as he began to climb up the stairs, hoping that everything he was going to need would be in it.

Everything!

Once he got to the end of the spiral stairs, he sighed, feeling a bit nervous. He had come down to Earth and was about to complete the mission, now and for all. But he did not know how she would react to hi. 

What if she freaked? Had she ever seen or ever come in contact with an Irunmole ever before? H e doubted so. 

If she could have come in contact with the Irunmoles, or rather, if Humans regularly came in contact with Irunmoles, then the cluelessness of the humans who had demons riding on their shoulders would be absent. 

Was eh up to the task, peradventure she freaked out and thought of him as evil, could he calm her down? Would that impede his duties? 

His c.h.e.s.t was heaving as he breath in and out, sighing and shaking his head. Twice, he rubbed his face, smearing off the cold sweat that had broken out there. No point in looking like he was cared before the human. That would not be beneficial to the case. 

But he was scared!

What was he to do? How was he to do it? His body shivered and this throat constricted. Taking conscious efforts, he drew in long breaths, exhaling or traying his possible best to exhale the panic building up in his c.h.e.s.t. 

"It is okay! Its just one human. You have faced worse, remember? And never did you run away from them!" He said and exhaled with a long sigh. He was trying to boost his courage but deep down, he knew it was futile. 

"Focus, Sunday. Take away the attention from yourself by looking about. Be in the moment!" He tried again to pacify himself.

He looked about, taking the setting of the building into sight. From the place where he stood, to the back of him was the walling. Besides him, by his right were the stairs he had taken up to get here. 

By his left, there was a line of doors were present, revealing that they were entrances to the apartments behind them. 

Three doors, all in the wall of yellow with a ceiling topping of white. Two fluorescent bulbs graced the center of the narrow ceiling but at the moment they were off. He spotted the box of white having two switches and wondered what they were, 

Things like that were not common in Orun so it was a little bit confusing. Refusing to dwell on that, he let his mind wander to the narrow passageway that was before hi. How they expected to live without getting to get into the other person's way due to the small passageway was confusing to him. 

But then again, could he really blame them? Humans seemed to pride in the fact that they lived and existed within compressed spaces. Or perhaps, it was because humans bred without reason?

Towards the end of the passage way was the flat to the right of him, just after the stairs. From his position, he could see that it was the same place the demon that was embedded in the wall looked at. 

Bolu's apartment no doubt. 

He looked out of the space between the apartment and the stairs, a small piece of balcony with concrete railings, looking at the beauty streaking into the sky. It reminded him that time was indeed short here and he had to get done already.

He was racing against time. Not only for the time to complete the mission but also the time to get to be with her before the demon came. He had to act fast. 

He needed to man up. This was why he was here. 

The heavens forbade that he messed it up because of cold feet.

"Here goes nothing!" Sunday sighed, rubbing his hands together as he walked forward.

Getting there, he stopped in front of the door and moved his hand to knock. But then, as he did, he remembered he lacked solidity, shrugging at his ignorance. Why knock when he could just as well get inside? His lack of solidity was definitely going to take a very long while for him to get really used to it.

Or as simple as a regular student's room could be. A curtain, silky white with a fancy grey hemming above the rod was opposite him, just at the window, parted to both sides of the window. The window itself was made of plain window glass slides and a burglary proof that was painted in the same color of the room, white.

The window situated at the left side of the wall, just by the edge of the adjoining wall. The adjoining wall, white in color but with abstract circles and wavy patterns of white, along with a hung fancy calendar and a blue wall clock, had two doors in it.

One of the doors was the shut, the one directly before the window, the door, painted in ash color. The door was open and appeared to be the larger of the two doors. From where he stood at the entrance of the room, he could only see so little of it, except for the white tiling in it and the little row of wooden cabinets attached to the wall, while the tiles begun just below it. 

He walked further, seeing more of the room. The room, the one he had just passed through with the open door appeared to be the kitchen as he picked on the sight of a green plastic plate racks, a little table top and some kitchen worthy equipments. 

He walked to the end of the room and looked through the window with a sigh. Having done that, he turned back, setting his eyes on the lady on the bed before him. She had not seen him yet, or could she? 

If she couldn't, it would pose some sort of trouble as it would be somewhat difficult to speak to her. Or would it?

Behind her was a wardrobe and some clothes hanging down on the wall attached hanger jut beside the door he had entered. Beside the wardrobe and the bed was a little space where a plastic cabinet of books lay and also, a plastic table and a reading chair as well.

He looked past that, bringing his eyes to the lady and the bed. The bed, it was a mess. And the lady herself, she looked worse for wear. She lay on the bed, her head turned towards the wall, with her hair disheveled. The area about her head was soaked with tears most likely. Her breathing was laborious and painful with each heave. Her fingers clung tightly to the bed wrappings, pulling it in a whorl as she scattered the already scattered bed even for more. She had a yellow gown on her body that stuck and clung to her kin, thoroughly soaked with tears. 

In fact, she was a sorry case. And it hurt him so much to see her in this state. 

That was it, he reasoned. Her brief said she was a good person but the dull covering of darkness kept her life away from all that was good. This meant that for every good she did, the usual expected response of receiving good as her retribution was being countered by the covering on her.

It was clear what he had to do now. What he had to do to make sure she could laugh once again. He had to use the light orb, the last one he had that Maerius had given to hi to purge her completely. 

Thankfully, he had only used one of it rather than the two.

He exhaled one last time and steeled his nerves. It was now or never. Time was ticking really fast.

"Hello???" Sunday called out, trying to announce his presence. 

But there was no response. Rather than a response, the sobbing of the girl before him increased slightly higher. 

Humans somewhat had a heightened response to the things that were to physical when they were deep in meditation and a clearer sense of being. She had to be inn that state, after all she had been shut in here for days. 

He had to rely on that to see if she could see him. Only when she could see him would he be confident that he could effectively carry out this his duty.

"Please work. Please, tell me you can see me." Sunday pleaded desperately, looking at her with a gritted teeth.