Chapter 147 - Guardian Angel

"This is nothing! I would be done with him in no instant." Sunday cheered himself up.

The best moment to strike was while the demon was still trying to get itself. And the best he made of that attack, the better his mission could be protected. Like he had mentioned to himself earlier, if anything did happen to Bolu within the space of his getting to her, that would be tantamount to his falling the mission.

Now, he was going to be guardian.

And he was not going to hesitate!

"Bane, Stay out of this. The demon is mine."

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ᑕᑌᖇᖇᗴᑎTᒪY ᗪIՏᑕᒪOՏᗩᗷᒪᗴ IᑎᖴOᖇᗰᗩTIOᑎ Irunmoles are in constant battling against demons and their hordes.

Due to the will by which they were created, the typical Irunmole is meant to function as an intermediary between the gods (Awon Orisha) and humanity as a whole.

And as such, their duties extend beyond distributing answers to prayers.

In simpler terms, an Irunmole is basically a protector of humans from the hands of demons. There is a sub class of Irunmoles who assigned on guard duty to specific humans.

This is ingrained in their mentality, no matter what may that, a Irunmole is Guardian!

Bane scowled as Sunday's order reached to him. The Prickled Bane Winged Wolf thought to itself, pondering the need for recklessness on the part of his host.

He was not strong enough to deal with the demon, yet, he was throwing his head in. All technicality considered, the one to make an end to the rampaging demon was itself, Bane.

Sunday was only being unnecessarily stupid.

But then, what was it's own? Bane blew out a whiff of air as it made it's choice.

Just like last time, he would try to sit this out too.

May the universe speed him through.

With ground teeth and grunts, Sunday closed up the distance between himself and the blue-purplish demon. Upon seeing him, the demon tried to react, bringing its left hand for a swing but it was all but a little late.

Sunday had closed in and the next that followed wass a swift curve of Sunday's fist from the right ramming into the left side of the demon cheek.

"Gwarggh!" A generous amount of spittle flew out of the Demon's punch-twisted lips as the power of the impact rotated it's head to the right shoulder.

Sunday saw this and a spark if excitement ignited in his eyes. He was right to have launched an attack on the demon. And he would be even the more correct if he followed up with another punch.

And that he did.

Time returned to its normal flow and the demon hollered, turning it's head back to glare at Sunday. It's right hand lifted away from the concrete railing of the balcony just as the air whistled past the face and Sunday's follow up punch rocked into the right side of the face, shifting it all the way to the left.

"Gwarrrggg!" More spittle flew out and a loose fang rolled out into the air, dislodged from the Demon's gum.

Sundaay did not relent as he sent his leg sprawling into the air, right up and bended. The knee cap going tight into the stomach of the demon for a hurtful kiss.

Cold flesh wrapped his kneecap and his eyes bulged, mouth frozen in momentary fright as he discovered that he had being held at his leg. The tables shifted almost immediately as the demon's grip tightened, almost breaking through the bones at the knee and extracting a yelp from Sunday.

The demon huffed and the next minute, it swiftly turned its hands, twisting Sunday round. The Irunmole, taken by surprise lost his footing immediately as his head twirled in the head, slamming against the ground and then back up again as he was wound up in a quick circle.

"Aghhhh!" Sunday growled out. When his head hit the ground as a result of the spin, he had seen stars immediately and a momentarily blacking of his vision. The demon had not allowed him time to even recuperate before rolling him up in the air, so much that he almost lost his last meal as a strong feeling of nauseous taste surged up his throat.

'Sunday....' The sound of the wolf soul bond that Sunday had grown accustomed to rippled through his head. 'Need a hand?'

"Stay back... I can hand... ummmggghhhrrr..." The words stayed stuck in his throat as his head bashed against the wall and then ricocheted down to the ground.

He huffed and quickly tried to get himself altogether again. The demon did not seem like it was just going to leave him there after the smash. Sunday knew how everything would play out. Whenever an Irunmole and a demon clashed, the result was almost the same.

Death to the loser of the battle.

But Sunday, he sighed, he was not just going to die here. Even more, he would not allow Bane get in on this., He had to prove his worth to Bane. Only then could he be sure to remain in this demon infested realm that was Earth.

"AAAAAAAAHGGHHHH!" Sunday yelled out, his head arched back on his fours as pain surged into his whole body, transmitted from the source of the agony that was behind him.

His leg.

The demon had smashed its foot down on the behind of his left ankle. And the pain of it was excruciating. His entire nerves were on fire as the malicours aura of the demon glazed over him , apin after pain smearing into his senses even as the demon kept on smashing the same point over and over.

'Need help, now?' Bane asked, its voice still as cool as ever.

Sunday growled, sniffing and contorting his face with a frown as he turned to Bane. "N-no... AAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"

Another smash had rammed into the bac of his ankle. At the small tendon that connected the sole to the leg at the back of the foot.

"D-don't interfere." The demon growled out as it reached for Sundays head. It clutched to his ears and started to pull, increasing the pain load that was coursing through the system of the Irunmole.

And the more he puled, the redder Sunday's ears being and the more the muscles there stretched till they were taut and almost ready to cut out.

"BAAAAAAAANNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEE EEGGHHHRRRHRHH..." Sunday yelped out in pure agony as his head was pulled back so much that his body arched over, the demon threatening to half him into two by the gesture as it kept on pulling his ears. His neck riddled with veins as his eyes turned to the right, looking at Bane.

And just about then, Bane's body flickered as his eyes dilated. In that instant, it could sense the radiance in the soul of Sunday beginning to fade out. If any more time was allowed, the demon was sure going to snuff the life out of Sunday.

Bane howled. "A-HOOOWWWWLLLLLL...'

The next instant, its body flickered into view again, this time, its jaw widened for the form of the demon.

In that same split second, the eyes of the demon dilated. It let go of Sunday, its face having a worried expression as it slammed its hands together and weaved out some abstract symbols in the air, before it.

"Law of Envy: Fading Shadow" The demon chanted and Bane dashed past its form, its jaws clipping on what was suposed to be the demon.

Except that it was not. The demon had flickered earlier, its body reverting into a shadow that sread out thin on the ground, and long all the way to the mouth of the stairs. And in this way, it completely evaded the attack from Bane.

It's body reformed, Bane's snout smashed into the wall as a result of the empty lunge and Sunday's body shivered. As all of the demon emanated from the shadow, taking its full shape and color as against the dark form that it was, Sunday's form dashed from the ground with tremendous speed

The next moment, the Irunmole smirked and latched his hands to the waist of the demon. "Gotcha!" Sunday smiled maniacally as essence dripped from the corner of his left lip.

The eyes of the demon widened as its body lifted from the ground, under the haul of Sunday's arms.

And the next moment, Sunday tipped his leg and leapt. His body and the form of the demon getting tipped over the balcony, down to the ground below, with their heads being the first point of contact, potentially, with the ground.

'Sunday....' The Wolf screamed out in Sunday's mind but the Irunmole could not hear.

He was too busy with his suicidal dive!