Chapter 130 - Reflections: Not You and Niniola

In fact, if he dared to hope, then he would say that she seemed so much at ease whenever she was around him.

"Why are you not scared of me, Niniola?" He braced himself to ask.

Niniola scoffed at his words and then chuckled. "What's there to be scared of, Sunday? Someone who gets a daily dose of beating…"

"That's not what I mean." Sunday blurted out with closed eyes. 

"Ok... Ok… Easy now." Niniola smirked, trying to pacify him. "To be honest, why would I want to be scared of? You and I, we are so alike, in a way. People do not want to be around us. In my case, I have been lonely and alone for as long as I can remember since that time. In fact, I think you have had it easy. But that is not the point now." She heaved.

"You know I was banished, an abomination. Yet, you always never acted to me the way others did. To me, you are a friend and friends do not give up on each other. So, if they call you a demon in waiting, just know, Sunday… I will be there to bring you out. All the way."

"I don't still get it... Why?" Sunday asked, confused. Why would she want to go all the way with him?

" Is that not obvious/" Niniola stopped moving and tilted his head towards her again. "You are the only one who treats me like a living being."

Meanwhile. 

The Elder walked down the length of the street. The sand was brownish and in place of the cobblestoned streets that outlined the streets of Ilu Obatala, the Earth was revealed in all of its glory. It was a private settlement area, just in the location where the Elder had chosen to set his house in. 

The bungalow, huge and towering in the back with the red bricked wall loomed over the frowning face of the Elder as he gazed away into the distance. It had been quite the time since the curfew given to Sunday had elapsed. 

He was worried. So much worried.

Since he had become The Elder. Or rather, since the battle in which Trixius the Great was defeated eyes had been fixed on him. It was normal, to be expected. 

After all, he was the direct son of the Grandmaster Demon, Trixius the Great and so, everyone watched to see if he was going to make the step in the path of his father. The fact that he had led the Irunmoles in the battle against his father back then did not seem to be satisfying to them.

They wanted more than just his battle commitment. And the fact that he was the Elder did not seem to do much to allay their fears. If for anything, it rather increased it. 

Living within the constraints of their judgmental gazes and all, the hearing that his son was prophesized to be the same thing he had been avoiding had broken him. 

He had eyebags now, his skin looking dully, underneath the white garment on his body. He had enacted measures, using his father as the prototype. Trixius the Great had become the demon he was and that was, according to his deductions, from the result of his travels around the Heavens. 

And so, he had imposed a curfew on Sunday. The less his son had of the world, the less likely he would to ever live up to that prophecy. For all he cared, he did not want to lose his son. 

The Gods had been silent, providing not alternate path to escape what was coming except to tell him that the inevitable was coming. What they meant; he was not sure. But if what they implied meant that something powerful was coming, then he would do whatever was in his power to ensure Sunday had little of the training and whatnot so that he never had the potentials to match up with the term 'Inevitable'. 

Just then, the outline of Sunday being helped by Niniola came into the horizon. As he saw them, his eyes narrowed, his teeth bared out, anger welling inside of him. 

And as they did, stepping into few meters before him, he exploded in verbal rage.

"What are you doing? Why is this abomination with you? Why would you come home after the curfew?" The Elder's lips twisted in anger, his facial muscles twitching.

"Dad…. D-dad…" Sunday stammered, looking up with his hand still over Niniola's arm. "Wole and Shola beat me up…"

"Shut Up!" Elder thundered, stomping his staff to the ground. "If you had being back when you were expected, that would never have happened. Instead you decided to go with this…"

"That is enough." Niniola fumed now. "What kind of father are you?"

Elder's face twitched more. He was flabbergasted that the abomination was talking to him. 

At this change, Niniola shivered. "Look, I know I am not supposed to be here but…"

Suddenly, the air heated up. A concussion blast rippled into the air as the Elder's aura blasted out and a large blast of shimmering energy slammed into Niniola, knocking her into the air and faraway.

"Father…" Sunday screamed as his ears stung. "She helped me…" Sunday cried out, his body still stinging from the shrapnel of dust that had burst into the air.

"Not you and Niniola. Never. Never must you two be seen together." The Elder's pointing finger of the left shook, trembling visibly in the air.

"You could have killed her." Sunday cried out now, dropping to his knees as tears ran down his face.

"All the better. Just as long as she is not here to corrupt you." Elder fired out in return, his face grimaced as he bared his teeth while his whole body shivered in guilt and anger.