Chapter 152 - A Twist of Event

"The Irunmole wants something of me. What makes you think i would want to reply you?" The Imp chuckled evilly. 

Sunday smiled. "I need to know where i can get a Light Cleaning Orb, that's all. Tell me and i would spare your life." He threatened. 

They were already so close to the tree now. If he wanted to get info then this was just about the best place to do that now. He did not want to believe that the Imps over at the tree would want to give him that time to interrogate them one by one. And also, he was using a new technique that he was yet to get used to.

With all these factors being considered by him, right now and here would be his best bet. And with that set in his mind, he smirked, walking after the human again because he had stopped moving when he asked the questions. Already, they were only a few steps away from the tree, their excited screeches of the demon imps welcoming them with rising tones. 

"The Irunmole thinks he can threaten me. What is your bet that we wont..."

"Listen to me, i get that this might be your home turf But then, if you cooperate with me, i can guarantee that in no time, I would leave this place for you. " Sunday tried to bargain some more. 

"Like i said..." The Imp said with a twinkle in its reflective black eyes. " Like I said, there is nothing that you think you can get from... acCCCK!" The Imp roared in pain as the blade technique in the hand of Sunday slashed mercilessly against the demon. 

"That's enough from you. I was only being modest!" Sunday grinned evilly this time. He dashed forward and in a swift synchronized motion, jerked his left hand at the right shoulder of the Imp and flung it off and away from the human. 

Immediately that happened, the human male on which the demon had been lodging at the neck c.o.c.ked his neck, his gait becoming straight as opposed to when he was slumped and had sagging shoulders. 

"Ahhhhhh... You foul Irunmole, how dare you?' The Imp screeched and scrambled to its feet using both of its limbs, frantically. 

"Look who is calling who foul!" Sunday replied with glee in his voice. He turned back almost immediately just as the demon lunged into the air, its claws extended and its fangs protracted as it closed in for the kill. 

"You forgot something, you are way below the charts!" Sunday smirked and dashed in, swiftly chopping through the imp straight in its midsection.

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CURRENTLY DISCLOSABLE INFORMATION

Imps are found throughout Eledumare's pet planet, either running errands for their infernal masters, spying on rivals, or misleading and waylaying mortals. An imp will proudly serve an evil master of any kind, but it can't be relied on to carry out tasks with any speed or efficiency.

An imp can assume animal form at will, but in its natural state it resembles a diminutive red-skinned humanoid with a barbed tail, small horns, and leathery wings. It strikes while invisible, attacking with its poison stinger. 

In some other cases, Imps have been seen to exist in forms other than the traditional concept of them with leathery wings and scorpion strung tails. And also, in various color variations besides red or reddish brown.

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SHNNNKKK!

The light blade tore through the mass of dark matter, halving the imp into a sorry state of an almost dismembered body. However, Sunday's strike was not deliberate enough and so, the blade failed to chop through the entire body, leaving it stuck close to the end of right side. 

"Aagghhhh!" The imp growled out in pain, a foul smell starting to exude from the body. 

Drops of dark energy essence dribbled out of the cut, dropping down to the ground below and forming a poodle. Sunday hefted his light blade technique away, inadvertently freeing the Imp from being impaled in mid air. 

He huffed at the sight of this, his body having a coating of euphoria as he stared at the helpless Imp. The form of the Imp shivered as its mouth began to dribble down with essence. It looked weakly at Sunday, stretching a trembling three finger clawed hand of the right at the Irunmole while its lips quivered inaudibly. 

"Like i told you. Me asking was being modest." Sunday exhaled and then pulled back. 

"Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....." 

"damnit!" Sunday skidded to a halt, sliding his left leg f.o.r.c.i.b.l.y forward just as he bent over and held both of his ears in a feeble attempt to block out the pain of the shriek.

Just about then, Sunday's eyes flickered as he saw the visage of Bane dashing forward and with a paw, the Imp was crushed down to demon paste.

'You would need to be careful. The hybrid Imps have lots of tricks up their sleeves.' Bane mentioned to Sunday. 

The Male Irunmole rose to his feet now, standing straight as he stared at the sight of the demon poodle that was now evaporating into nothingness. He shrugged and then licked his lips, trying to take on the stance of someone who had all in control. 

"I had him." He mentioned. 

'But he had you cornered.' Bane replied curtly. 

"Wait.. What?" 

Several steps began to race down the road. Sunday quickly turned around, his eyes bulging as he saw the Imps who had all being staying at the tree suddenly crawling and scrambling and racing towards him, their eyes filled with mad rage. 

Sunday gasped. "That shriek was not an attack. It was calling the Imps to attack me. Damnit." Sunday leaned forward, counting heartbeats until the demon Imps jumped on him. 

Just then he felt emptiness in his hands and gasped again. His technique had flickered off and right now he was all defenseless before the Imps.

And yet, only few steps remained between the charging little demons. 

No matter, Sunday steeled his heart. He would get on something to deal with them But then again, he tried to swiftly build up the construct in his mind only to find it falling apart. He was unable to achieve the configuration for the Ida Ino technique. 

He frowned realizing that he had really been cornered. But still, he steeled his mind. He had not come down to Earth to be demon meat. 

"AAAAGAHHHHHHHH!" The Imps yelled out in unison, roughly numbering up to 20, as they charged up into the air. 

Unlike the first one, these ones looked a lot like the traditional version of Imps. This meant that they had leathery wings and scorpion like tails or triangular edged tails dangling behind them as they closed in on the Irunmole. 

Sunday leapt back, his heart rising in panic, much against his wish. As he did, the wind howled and Bane flickered, taking the spot right in front of Sunday. 

"A-HOWWWWWWLLLLLLL!" The Prickled Bane Winged Wolf howled, the sonic waves blasting away the foremost imps into nothingness and smashing the ones at the rear behind and down to the earth.

"Bane..." Sunday muttered, his left hand extended into the ir as he stood behind the towering form of the 9ft Tall Prickled Bane Winged Wolf.

'Stop worrying about me taking your hits. Worry about what happens when the my summoning expires.' Bane growled back at him. 

Already, a few imps had jumped back to their feet but were respectfully staying their distance, glaring and baring fangs at the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf before them.

"What do you mean? What is going to expire?" Sunday queried. 

'Tch... How could you not have noticed?' The Wolf replied him with spite in its tone. ' A soul bond summon does not last forever. At least, for someone with a low class ranking as you are. I have reached the end of my summon term and by default, i am to be returned to your soul space.' Bane's form began to flicker now. The Imps saw this and started to close in almost immediately, even though their number had been halved to a considerable one-third.

Sunday gasped, feeling a surge of energy flood into his body then. He leaned forward, dropping his upper half to lean over on his hands that were placed at the knees as he gasped. An accompanying sensation of weakness and fatigue suddenly popped up, making even standing an effort for him as he swayed. 

And at this very point, the form of the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf flickered for the last time, diffusing into the direction at which Sunday staggered at.

"Agh!" Sunday g.r.o.a.n.e.d, dropping to his knees under the pressure of energy that slammed into him from the diffused form of Bane. 

And just as he did then, the Imps closed in, their wicked claws and tails tails glinting even in the darkness of the night.

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