Chapter 142 - Cleansing Bolu

"Rise, daughter of man. Your answers are here. Iyanu has recovered and the perpetrators have been taken into custody." Sunday said but it was a lie. However, he had to say that because of the pain that racked his heart at the sight of the lady.

She'd suffered so much already that he felt she would have condition improved if she knew Iyanu was indeed feeling well.

Which meant, he had to get out of here, faster than he could to make good of his words. And as he considered it briefly, it was going to be a problem now that there was a demon waiting to have a pound of flesh from her, downstairs.

Going to Iyanu immediately would mean leaving Bolu. And unless he could get her to leave with him, there was no guarantee that the demon would spare her.

And if that did happen, there was no need for all of this in the first place. It meant, simply, that he failed his mission. And that's as something he could not b.a.r.e to see.

"Young woman, arise." The figure said now. He was standing over her now. As he did, a strange rejuvenating energy began to flow through Bolu. It was warming her entire body, soothing the various places on her body where she'd self inflicted on herself.

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"Are you an angel?" Bolu asked again. She angled her head from the bed to have a better view of the towering angel over her.

The figure was hesitant for a while. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he spoke

"I am Sunday and I am simply a messenger of light."

This fellow, here, seemed too odd to be the angel she had been doctrinated to believe. That angel with the white robes with accents of Gold here and there and occasionally, a mighty golden sword at the side.

Her instincts were screaming at her to run. But she didn't. Not that she had the strength to do so.

She ignored the voice at the back of her mind urging her to flee as she probed this 'Messenger of light'

Weren't angels messengers of light? Was God not the almighty God who dwells in light. This 'angel' must definitely be telling the truth. She thought further.

"Su…sun..Sunday! But Angels don't tell their names. " She blurted instead.

The door opened again and banged shut loudly as the eerie chill increased . Bolu could almost feel her heart beating against her ribcage.

Something was off. Definitely, she thought

Sunday did not reply.

Instead, he opened his right palm to her. The Spirals of light at his arms had begun to glow brighter than before as an angelic sort of aura filled the atmosphere.

Then the palm moved for Bolu.

She tried to rise up and jump away. But instead, the fear paralyzed her. Not like she had half an ounce of energy left.

Instead, she watched as the palm made for her shoulders and rested there.

Heaving, She watched as the light ball seemed to fade into her shoulder.

No, it didn't fade. It slowly transferred itself into her shoulder. At this, Sunday withdrew his hand and watched with satisfaction as the light ball that seemed to diffuse into Bolu began to spread.

Stretching out wisps of light like tentacles as it slowly diffused from the shoulder onto the entire body.

As the light spread through, a seemingly equivalent ball of darkness began to converge on her other shoulder that was pinned to the bed.

"Wah??.." Bolu m.o.a.n.e.d weakly as tears began to flow down afresh

"I know you have a lot of questions about all of this. But it is not to me to answer. True, Angels don't tell their names. But the term Angels is relative" Sunday spoke with clear voice that seemed to echo around the room.

"You're..; not an angel?" Bolu gasped now, feeling more energized than before. The wisps of light had grown stronger in her already as the ball of black light that had converged at her other shoulder suddenly dispersed into thin air.

Looking down at her hands, she noticed that her hands glowed and her skin suddenly became more refreshed and brighter.

"Yes, I do. Angels, don't tell their names. That's what priest told me. Who are you?" Bolu asked with renewed interest.

The 'messenger of light' simply shook his head.

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"I already told you. There's a lot of things you would not understand. The supernatural is mystery to humans." Sunday said amidst his shaking of his head.

"I talked to you only because of the spiritual essence you are oozing out right now. Its powerful. Even for a human."

"Spiritual essence?..." Bolu checked herself, starting with her hands.

Yes, she noticed that her body seemed brighter than ever. But that could also be as a result of her continuous exposure to bright light. What was this… messenger of light saying.

Or what did this 'Messenger of light' mean?

"Yes, spiritual essence. Your aura." Sunday replied, tilting his head a bit.

"I..I don't understand." Bolu shook her head, still admiring her somewhat glowing hands. "My body is glowing. Strangely, I don't feel any weakness or pain anywhere. Even the pain in my heart… i.. I feel brand new." Bolu added, looking up at Sunday now.

"You must be an angel. God sent me an angel… Yassssss!" Bolu eyes widened with realization as she leapt up from the ground, joyous.

"I told you, the term Angel. It's relative. Angels are just what humans use to classify supernatural encounters that they cannot explain." Sunday replied.

Bolu froze.

She stretched her trembling finger at her as panic shot across her face. "So, you are not an Angel?"

Bolu was heaving now. It seemed her knees were about to give way as she bent a bit in a bid to stabilize them.

"No. no. no no no no… Nooooo…" Bolu screamed, backing away to the end of the room , away from Sunday. "Get away from me, you devil."

Sunday's eyes flickered for a bit. The door opened again and banged shut, continuously sending cold shivers down her spine.

What had she entered into now? She could feel a force pushing at her, chipping her now regained energy continuously.

At this sight, Sunday chuckled. "Oh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to frighten you. I was only giving you an indication of what spiritual essence felt like." He moved towards her but she retreated.

They continued till she was backing the wall. Scared stiff, her fingers gripped at the wall, sliding over it as if searching a sort of object she could use to smash this creepy smiling… whatever

Sunday got to her now. And then, vanished.

In a blink, he was back where he started.

"Easy, Bolu. In human existence, there are higher up controlling the turn of events. The physical, your realm is controlled by the spiritual. And as you know it, even spiritual side has divisions.

There's God and there's him…"

'who's him? Satan? ' Bolu queried mentally

"Ever wonder why your life was chaotic earlier? It is because the forces of darkness have paid attention to the godly aura from you. That is why they have been trying to taint your aura in order to weaken you. Your aura is scaring them. That's why they have been fighting you in every area of you life."

"ME..." Bolu swallowed hard. "How did I go to being focus for the devils?" She muttered inaudibly but he heard her.

"You know what you humans say.-No good deed is lost. Your times of helping people had built your aura to an impressive state, scaring even demons. That's why it only logical for them to trouble you till they taint it or even take your life to have your essence to them and even put a dampener on you, like the one I just banished from your soul. Lest just say, you are Very Important to in the spiritual. When you prayed, your aura jumped up higher, forcefully calling into the heavens and I was deployed to you. "

"Ohh…" Bolu cooed. She was seating on he ground now with her around her mouth as she ooh'ed.

"Because of you high essence, I am talking to you. I have overstepped bounds that shouldn't be stepped and…"

"If you are not an Angel. Then, what are you?" Bolu asked again, puzzled.

Sunday did not reply. Instead, he walked to the place he originally appeared in. As he did, his body began glowing brightly.

Then he looked back.

"I am an Irunmole… a messenger of light." Sunday said before smirking at her.

He glowed brighter as a chaotic storm of light wisps flickered about in the air around him.

VHUUP!

He flashed, flickering for a bit.

Then he was no more.

It was just her.

And she still couldn't believe her eyes•

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(T/N)

1. 3rd Prime is Wicked.

2. Town/Realm

3. Gods/Goddess/Deity

4. Heaven

5. Realm of the Unpure

6. realm of the pure spirits

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