Chapter 173 - Foreign Memories

Aderonke paused along the road with a frown to her face and her hands in the pocket of the bumshorts. She squeezed the face even more, feeling the wispy feeling of something out of the ordinary.

The hairs on her skin reverberated as she tightened her toes. 

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CURRENTLY DISCLOSABLE INFORMATION

Unknown to people and other sentient beings in extraterrestrial forms, human beings who happen to be Sages have quite the ability of sensing unusual things in the environment they find themselves in.

In such situation, their body is an excellent detector of such paranormal scenes. The forms of detection may range from suddenly pale expressions, experiencing cold chills, uneasiness and hyperactivity amidst other things.

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There was something up ahead the street and it did not seem friendly to her.

She stood still for awhile, letting the seconds tick by as she heaved her breath. This was not what she had bargained for.

Although, Aderonke steeled her heart, she was not scared. She had the type of power that was within her and therefore being scared would be irrational.

However what was rational was her determining the type and number of enemies she could possibly have.

Charging or even moving forward, blindly, would be of great consequence to her. Consequences that she could not bear to face. Perhaps, later on when she was somethonh, no, rather, someone who could make better use of the power.

When the power had started, it had come with issues, issues that were not that easily resolved no matter how it was perceived. And one of that had being the stigma of being a witch that had stuck on her for so long now.

Humans did not readily accept things that were out of the ordinary. For them, or for the epolle around where she lived, such was to be taken as someone of the devil's rank. A person that they all shunned and stigmatized continuously. 

Just then she squeezed her face as a sharp pain hit her head.

And when that happened, images that did not belong to her began to float into her head.

She saw the outline of someone whom she had never seen before, his arms and legs having white spirals of light on it.

It was Sunday. 

And this was a memory of what had happened then.

....

Lying there, heavy and panting,Sunday tried to maintain a grasp on his sanity. In front of him was a 9ft Rare Type Beast staring at him with bored eyes.

"So, I'm going to be stuck with this bag of essence for all of time." It snorted rather proudly, waves of energy cascading down it's entire length.

Aderonke could hear the vocal tones of the Wolf resound in her head.

At that, Sunday's body stiffened, his veins constricting as if about to implode.

'So Useless. I can't believe I am indepted to someone of such substance.'

Hearing that, Sunday jerked forward, a horrible expression on his face.

"You dare?!..." He coughed only for him to fall down back again as energy waves cascaded down the wolf.

'Pathetic!'

'Useless'

'Worthless: The wolf snickered, each time Sunday tried to rise up from the ground only to crash down again as energy waves cascaded down the Wolf's length.

At this point, veins had crisscrossed the entire length of his body revealing the extreme efforts he was put up to reject the depressing force of the wolf

And each time he tried...

He failed.

Each and every time he tried ..

And true to what the wolf said...

He... He was pathetic...

Useless.

It's was why he was unable to hold his own...

It was why Elder refused to save him...

Because he was worth nothing. Sunday clenched his rather trembling fingers in a bid to draw strength. Deep down inside of him, he knew that was true.

But

He couldn't really just accept resignation. After all, he ... He had wanted to be recognized and be seen for just anything but a child. And he did...

. He failed miserably.

His mind clenched and twisted as intense psychological pain seared through his insides. He was at the verge of it , that feeling of worthless, fuelled with the projection of anguish he felt from all about him.

He was worth nothing. A waste of Essence.

Unworthy to be called an Irunmole. A weakling. A loser.

That was why... That was why he had never being assigned any errands yet. And errands to earth to Earth was an Irunmole 's primary objective.

No, what was Earth?

His bit on his tongue hard, tasting his blood.

Or the quivalent of that in Irunmole terms...

Even NIniola had visited Earth too. She had told him so and he didn't need to doubt.

Not when he had seen her wrestling demons like it was her hobby. And he, as always cowering behind her...

Like a frightened animal...

A dog who couldn't bite.

'Yes, Sunday, a toothless dog. That is who you are! Descendant of the last DemiGod. When I was drawn to you in the woods... I had thought I was facing my equal...

But you? You're just an amus.e.m.e.nt to pass time with.' The Wolf's voice boomed, his snout, level with Sunday's face, observing him with disdain in it's eyes

Just then, energy shivered through its furs and Sunday jerked up, yelling as sharp pain hit into his spine.

'Its Over, Sunday. Give up. For a loser like you, I'm surprised to see you have a great will. Others have tried bonding with me, but as always, I ripped their minds apart. But you, loser, cowering despised son of The FIrst Prime, unworthy of his father's affection. You have withstood me for quite some time. '

The wolf snarled, a curl drawing up the sides of its mouth.

'Dont think you can fight it, Sunday... The dispair inside of you... I can sense it... Rejected Son who's good enough to be allowed to die. '

'Nooooooooo... Don't you dare say that...' Sunday growled...

He willed himself to stand but his legs didn't budge. Forcing himself, he punched into the ground, hoping to propel himself up from the ground.

But his arm broke

'Ahh... Useless ... No wonder your father was willing to let me dispose of you. Like the trash you are.' The wolf spoke, shaking it's head in annoyance, as it begun to walkaway.

At that, Sunday let out a muffled cry. A tear dropped down to the ground. At the sight of that, he reminded himself that all of this wasn't worth it. He was drawn to the wolf initially.

But now, he knew why.

He was drawn , because he was nothing important in the realm of existence.

He was a mistake, a blemish that needed to be corrected.

By the wolf.

Another tear dropped.

Another tear...

But what was he fighting for anyways...

Why was he still struggling to maintain his grip on reality.

Closing his eyes was much more easier...

At least, the worries didn't seem to be there when he did.

And so he closed his eyes, his physique , taut on the wateryground of his mind, flickering slightly while the mass of the wolf emboldened simultaneously.

The wolf stopped it's movement, turning it's neck back with a wolf-like smile on it's face.

His captor and savior was dying out, psychological and he was going to break free, in the end.

As he always did.

All, he needed do was, wait.

Wait for him to accept total resignation and defeat.

And he would be free.

Just a little while.

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"O.." Ralia ooohed.

"No one has pulled that feat ever since the time of the last DemiGod..." Fayose added, hands at his waist with face in awe.

A little ahead of them was Sunday.

His cry, ripped through the air as pain tore at his entire frame. He hunched his back, energy erupting from him as an astral projection of the Rare Type Beast washed over him

"Impossible, He's soulbonding. How?" Balogun muttered, asking no one in particular.

"Nowadays, nothing is impossible anymore." Sena replied, her frame flickering in the orange haze of energy.

Beside her was 2nd Prime, Anu, one hand hanging down while the other rested on her h.i.p.s. She exhaled before waving through the dust about her face.

Despite the time that had elapsed since judgement seal, the dust was still everywhere fuelled even more by the soul bonding process in front of her.

"That boy is simply talented. But I couldn't have expected less. Heh... Despite the fact that we all under estimated him." She sighed.

"And what would you have us do?" Fayose walked forward, his eyes seemed unsettled as he scratched through his beard.

He didn't just get it.

Although the Second Prime had dismissed it as mere talent. But, didn't that go against the Irunmole Class Discipline?

Soulbonding was a feat so familiar with rare ones.

And these rare ones had to be at a class above Omega. But here was Sunday, an Irunmole who hadn't even undergone the basic baptism of every Irunmole-- a journey into the mortal world, Earth.

It was simply unbelievable. Something or someone must have triggered that. Either that or Sunday was simply gifted. The latter which he disagreed with.

But if the Primes would keep silent on this, then who was he to speak?

Just then, an Irunmole entered into their view. She was sobbing and rushing in over to Sunday.

"Ah... You again." Maerius's voice booked out, cutting Niniola short in her tracks.

"What are you doing here?" He asked again, throwing glances at Elder and Anu with the look that said 'dont interfere, I can handle this'.

Niniola bared her teeth.

"Don't you even try to stop me, All of You. If you dare, I swear, I will cut you down. Including the Irunmole who tried to have his own son killed." She blurted out, anger seeping through her blinding tears.

She had , initially adored this man.

First Prime. But seeing him there, not making a move.

Not doing anything despite seeing his son being ripped to shreds.

Now, she ... She had no more respect for him.

She could take anything...

But not this.

Not anyone hurting Sunday or watching him get hurt.