Chapter 136 - Combating the Demon-Lady

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Just about then, the lady demon suddenly jerked her head towards his location, her eyes locking him in the eyes. And after that, the next moment, her body flickered for the last time as she vanished from sight.

Sunday exhaled in relief, turning his eyes to the parchment scroll with him. "You are right! There are in no mood for a fight." Sunday said as he started to pull the scroll open.

Taking a minute, he tried to call his beating heart down. The demon lady had gone, he reasoned, so there was nothing to fear in all actuality. 

He ought to focus on getting the intel on the exact location where they were going to and do just that. With that in mind, he held both sides of the parchment scroll, after he had unrolled it, and began to gaze into it. 

On it was the debrief for Bolu. It was a plain sheet but his eyes widened as he started to assimilate the contents that was within it via the white shimmering lights from several points on it.

Mission scrolls were often encrypted so as to protect the mission details, should anything befall the Irunmole assigned. This meant that only the Irunmole who had been given the scroll could actually get to know the exact details. Over time, there had been records of Irunmoles who lost their lives in the line of duty, especially the Messenger Irunmoles. 

More often than not, some were killed while in the First Heaven, some on their way to their missions. And so, it had become of crucial importance that mission details be encoded away from falling into the hands of demons and the rogue Irunmoles.

He assimilated the information. Bolu, from the scroll, was a youth who had come in face with so many devastating incidents in life. It was familiar, the ill luck about her.

Howbeit, he was here to set that right. She seemed to believe in something that was not in-line with what Sunday was aware of. She was not someone that understood the concepts of Irunmoles, Gods and demons. Rather, she believed solely in one, Eledumare, that was. Her say to day belief being that she ignored the others who were the Orishas and Irunmoles and even other spirit creatures. However, she did seem to believe in Demons. He sighed as he searched deeper, mentally, trying to find the location to her place.

Just then, his senses tingled as a foul presence descended upon him.

He blinked, reacting just in time to land backwards, avoiding the clawed strike of the demon.

The same demon he had seen back then.

If she had looked grotesque back then, on the ground then now, she looked far worse than grotesque could qualify for. 

Her body was purplish, strands of ripped clothing of dirty brown on her body. The left shoulder had the tattered clothing strewn over it like a one strap gown while the rest of the gown fell over diagonally, to her right b.r.e.a.s.t and then stopping just a little after her h.i.p.s. 

Her face was curved like an upside down egg, sharply, with her cheek bone strongly in view, changing the structure of her face just a little to look compact and lean. She did not have fingers on but rather five long claws that dropped down for almost the length of two of her palms placed one after the other. 

She snarled. "Irunmole... Dies." She splitters out, saliva flying out of her mouth as she grabbed the parchment scroll that Sunday had lost hold of.

She held it with both hands, holding it over the fallen Sunday on his b.u.t.t and c.o.c.ked her head, her every posture suggesting she was going to rip it to pieces.

"Oh... Oh No!" Sunday's eyes widened. "Don't do that!" He pleaded, gesticulating with his left hand for her to stop.

"Hehehe... You are scared?" The Demoness asked, l.i.c.k.i.n.g her thin black lips and tiny nose with the tongue.

"Oh, that is disgusting! I'm serious. Don't tear it." Sunday grimaced.

"A-ha! Me going to tear your scroll. Nothing you can do to me!" The Demoness taunted, applying pressure to her hands. 

However she was in for a surprise.

A-HOWWWWWWWLLLLLLLLLLL!

Shocked and frightened, the Demoness dropped the scroll, using her hands to shield her face as she quivered. 

At this, Sunday gasped. That was his chance there.

"Bane, stay back! The demon is mine." He ordered, jumping to his feet. 

'Demonness!' Bane corrected mentally.

"Whatever!" 

Sunday waved it aside as he speared into the demon, buckling her over the edge of the decking. In that same instance, he twisted his body, reaching for the scroll and tipping it towards Bane with the right hand.

However as he did that, the Demoness snarled, getting a grip of herself. She immediately caught the edge of the decking with both hands. The next second, she bent her legs, using her arms to anchor her body to the whole like she was climbing it. 

And then, she leapt, back on to the Decking.

The Demoness landed on her fours and snarled, baring her fang dentition. As she did, Sunday wasted no time in getting to her with a downward punch of his left hand.

Instinctively, the Irunmole frowned , taking hasty steps backwards. But because of the previous attack he made, his body as was lowered to the ground and that made it tough for him to evade her completely.

"Aaagh!" Sunday g.r.o.a.n.e.d as her clawed fingers scratched the top of his nose and lip and forehead.

"Ah! First blood!" The demon chuckled.

Sunday boiled. 

He did not come all the way to Earth to get his a.s.s whooped up by a Demoness. 

"???????????????????? ????????" He chanted just as two daggers made of pure white energy popped up in his fisted hanging hands. 

With his upper body lowered down, he swayed to the left, moving for the Demoness as he sought for an opening. The Demoness chuckled wickedly and swayed to the right, the actions of both of them resulting in a merry go round.

Bane growled, the 9ft Beast beginning to lose its patience.

'We don't have time on our side. The sun would set and the day would be over. The night, would be full with more demons than just this one.' Bane complained into his mind.

Sunday charged in with a stab of his right hand to the face of the Demoness. Quickly, his target and demon swayed backwards, leaning her upper body away from the attack. His empty strike returned and the demon seized the opportunity to follow up a counter with a wide, midsection slash with her right hand claws.