Chapter 156 - Sunday is actually a Crybaby

That was not all.

a couple more scrambled forward, almost as if they had decided to suddenly converge at one point.

And the interesting fact was that all the imps ignored him. 

He looked forward and then gasped, for what he saw was practically a potential murder sight.

The fact that it had not happened now did not eliminate the threat it possessed. If it did not, then it was bound to happen, sooner or later.

The Imps rushed in from every direction. The Irunmole must have irked them for this reaction.

Naturally, Imps were creatures of naughty tendencies. However, as much as they were like that, they mostly kept to themselves, provided they were not disturbed.

That was why a horde of demons could be facing off a battalion of Irunmoles and yet be unbothered by the outcome of it or that the person's fighting were related to them. 

The universal concept of good and evil had bee ill.u.s.trated in the existence demons and Irunmoles. While one represented the loathsome attitude of first pure demons against Eledumare for the punishment continually meted against the owner of the left path, the others carried out the will of the Orisha, ultimately serving the over all creator. Eledumare.

Every other existence of spirit beings were either following in the path of the Orisha and the Irunmoles, ultimately serving Eledumare or were seeking the path of darkness and in line with demons. Others who shied away from choosing sides, were neutral. 

In fact, all other spirit beings who were not demons or Irunmoles we're considered neutral until their actions proved otherwise. Just like he had been briefed by the elders if his race, they were once fighters. But now, neutrality was what they had reverted. This very action bringing them the peace and respite they enjoyed..

A peace he loathed.

But for the Imps, they defied that concept. Even where demons were fighting Irunmoles, Imps would mostly stay neutral. Yes, only engaging when their interests had been aroused. 

So for the Imps to suddenly go all out on him, even to the extent of leaving their human attaches, it meant that they'd gotten really pissed off.

"Shit!" The WereHawk cursed as he saw the Imps get close to the staggering Irunmole. 

"This is no place for me. Need to get out!" He said to himself as he turned around, ready to hightail.

If he ran, then how could he be the light his race needed to leave the darkness they were in?

How could he be the person he wanted to be if he fled at the mere sight of danger? Especially when it came to saving a person.

"He's an Irunmole. The only reason why the Imps did not attack me is because they assume me to be neutral too." He bared his dentition, his conscience pricking him badly.

If he ran, what then was he going to become? Was that not the same thing his tribe had done? Was that not going to be the same thing he would repeat by running away?

**

Some time earlier...

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.

Sunday could picking out their movements by the sounds of their hurrying limbs. The imp were not exactly steathly.

His body shivered, not out of fear or pain but out of exhaustion. It felt strange.

Why did the expiration of Bane's summon have to drain him this much? Even at that, he was yet to get a link on Bane within his soul space.

He bared his teeth as the excited screams of the imps closed in on him. In no time, they would be all over him. And from experience, he knew what happened when the demons overpowered a person by getting all on the person.

Even though he had little experience but the little he knew, he knew that it was just as easy to say game over than it was for that person to ever rise up from the horde, alive.

The only person he had see that happen to and yet survive was...

Niniola.

And that was because of how strong the girl was. In comparison, he was way weaker, so much weaker that be could not exactly handle the expiration of his soul bond's summon.

The steps and screeches began to sound louder now. In mere seconds, he was expecting them to be upon him.

At the realization of this, his eyes popped open with madness in them. 

"I can't die yet!" Sunday's eyes flashed, jerking his head up from hanging down. "???????????????????? ????????" 

Light flashed in his hands as he jerked them up into an X formation, then, back to his sides.

If he could not get the ???????????? ???????????? technique, then, he would settle for this.

The imps saw this and stoped their charge, looking at him suspiciously as they exchanged quick glances with one another.

Just then, the light that formed within his hand fizzled out his hand, disintegrating into nothingness. Sunday gaped in horror at his hands after he brought the empty palms to his face. 

He saw nothing. He had failed to activate the technique, despite the fact that it was pretty low leveled.

Sadness and disgust surger into his whole frame. Sadness that he had failed to activate a technique in this time and disgust that he was still unable to do anything. Disgust that he was still pitiful and weak.

"I-it can't e-end like this." Sunday whimepredd, stream of tears forming at his eyes and then pouring down his cheeks.

((A/N: I find it funny that Sunday is blasting himself when he has something to use. The Artefacts in his storage ring??? This is so stupid!"))

He held out his hands to the side, the trembling hands that had refused to activate the techniques so far. The imps saw this pitiful display and chattered happily with one another, giving high fives as their mouths watered.

This was going to be rather easy beat up, they reasoned.

'I can't die like this.' Sunday bared his dentition, his face a mess of tears as he spoke mentally to himself.

'dont be stupid, you...' Bane roared out in his soul space. The Prickled Bane Winged Wolf now appeared in his cell after the summon return was completed. 

'Dont be stupid, you. Is this how you are going to die on me?' Bane roared out again. 'After everything? You just want to die and let it go? How useless are you?' The Wolf blasted, not sparing a word to depict how angered it was.

'Thats right! I am... I am useless...' 

'Stop with the pity party already.' Bane barked out immediately. 'Has everything been for naught? The memories, the experiences, the team ups, the battles? Are you going to just throw them away and resign yourself to death at the hands of those imps??' Bane roared out again.

'M-maybe.. I am n-not cut out for...' Sunday whimpered mentally, all of this happening in just a few seconds.

'Shut up! How did I ever get stuck up in you? You are pathetic. You can never do anything yourself. You are a waste of existence. You should have never lived in the first place. Maybe if you didn't, I would not be sentenced to die in you at this moment.' Bane lashed out wickedly, each word stabbing at the heart of Sunday as more years poured out.

His reaction startled the Imps. 

First thy had charged in to someone who had killed one of their own. Now again, they see him having changes, from that of a hopeless person to someone valiant and now, this pitiful, weakly version who knew only how to cry and mumble incoherent words at the air.

It was startling that they all stopped their charge, looking at the other for confirmation of the scene before them.

'Sunday...' Bane called out. 'You are useless. A piece of nonentity. The whole world would have been better if you never lived.' The Wolf lashed out, the words flashing a memory before his eyes again