Sunday essence flickered , a sign that he was dying. He felt like a whole of him was gradually falling apart. And he knew just what that was.

Soul Decline.

He was dying, like the loser he was. The unwanted waste of essence. He cursed bitterly, emotions of dissatisfaction and bitterness flooding his soul.

Darkness settled slowly over him as towering wolf looked down at him with seemingly greedy eyes and a look that said 'cant this be any faster.'

Once Sunday's essence was depleted and returned to the neutral energy from which he was created from, the wolf would no longer have a containing seal.

And since it would have no seal that it was bound to, it would then be able to walk the realms again without depending on him to be summoned by his host before it could achieve that.

To the wolf, Sunday was not someone it could allow himself be contained in. No, he was simply too weak. Otherwise, he would have known that Soul Host had the ability to strangle the soul bound by cutting off their dependence on the host essence and thus, kill them off.

But instead, roles were reversed and the d.a.m.n child knew just nothing about that. It snickered, anxiously licking it's snout as Sunday vanished slowly into nothingness...

"Sunday, when there is a will, there is a way." A voice cut across the void, reaching to him, soft and alluring.

'Listen to me, Sunday, look deep down and find my voice..." Sunday stiffened. The voice was familiar, it's soft tone rippling across the width of his mind. He raised a finger weakly, trying to focus on that voice before he faded off, completely.

The voice was too similar to just pa.s.s it off. He felt like he had known the owner of the voice that called out to him. He tried accessing his memory to find who it was?

Was it Father? No, Father's voice is hoa.r.s.e and thick.

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The wolf too tensed up, sniffing all about. Trying to ascertain the voice source although it rippled all about. It's mane ruffled into sharp p.r.i.c.kly thorns, agitation was.h.i.+ng over it.

'Dont Let that Beast drown it...' Niniola's voice rippled out once more.

'No, don't listen to her. What has having Will gotten you to? It's all worthless. What's the point of pretending to have Will when you really have nothing?' The wolf countered, energy cascading about it.

This voice...

It really was persistent, Sunday muttered.

Let me just give it all up, he whispered, head hurting as he struggled to stay around, locked on that beautiful familiar voice.

'Remember our friends.h.i.+p...'

What friends.h.i.+p? Who are you?

I don't know you!

All my useless life, I've always been alone, so what friends.h.i.+p are you talking of? Sunday queried mentally. The voice seemed soothing and troublesome at the same time.

'let me close my eyes, please. I'm tired. I'm tired of being ignored and lonely. Please... Let me just close my eyes. I'm tired of fighting...' Sunday pleaded, hoping amongst hope that the owner of the voice would hear him and cease.

He had been ignored, deceived...

His whole life was meaningless. Sleeping was the best option now.

The void was calling to him and he had no choice but answer.

'Dont leave me alone...'

'Why? Who are you to me that I shouldn't leave ? Let me go, please, it's pointless.'

'Dont you dare, Sunday...'

'I'll just ignore you since you want to be troublesome. I'll close my mind and sleep off'

'...I need you.'

'Wait.. You need me?' Sunday jerked , dumbfounded.

Immediately, a surge of energy blasted through his body, pulsing out into his mind.

He felt alive.

Needed.

He felt useful.

But who would need someone as worthless as him?

Just who? Despite the fact that the I'm worthless, I can't hold my own, unworthy... Stupid and all.

And you still need me?

.

The voice stopped. And the echoes of 'I need You' kept on resounding. With each second it grew, and grew...

I need you

I need you

I need you

I need you...

He kept on hearing that. He wanted to rise, to push himself up and move to that voice that needed a worthless person like him.

He only had to be strong. To maintain his will and then he would follow that voice.

'Dont be stupid, Sunday., the Wolf bellowed, if you were really needed, Your Father himself would have stepped in to save you from me. But he didn't. He rejected you that moment he refused to move. He DENOUNCED you as his own son.

Now, tell me, WHO WOULD NEED A REJECT LIKE YOU!!!'

Upon hearing that, all Will he had inside of him, vanished. His Will to survive, his Will to trace that voice that spoke into his mind.

It wasn't worth it. After all, if his own dad could reject him, what more was left?

'Its Over.' The Wolf whispered 'Sleep, you are tired.

Tired of rejection, tired of not being recognized. You have tried to prove yourself to your father but he doesn't even notice you. '

Sunday turned, his mind gradually crumbling into the overshadowing darkness.

Aren't you tired of fighting to be giving face when you are nothing but battle fodder for him? You are tired, Sunday.

You should sleep, Forget all of this, just close your eyes and forget it. It's better that way, After All,

'Yes, I should sleep. I should sleep to forget this. Yes...' Sunday whispered, closing his eyes into the heavy exhaustion he had been fighting for long.

'They never wanted you. So why should you try to survive ' The Wolf added.

'Yes, There's no need. I should sleep now. I'm tired... Tired of everything. I should rest. My head hurts. Yes, sleep.' Sunday concluded, shutting his eyes tightly. Half of his mind dispersing into nothingness...

'wait... That Voice. That voice said it needed me. I should try to trace it. At least, one last time to know why it would need a worthless person.'

At that, a memory fragment floated across from the falling debris of his mind. He reached mentally to it only to gasp.

The face, it smiled at him.

A girl.

She was smiling to him and holding out a hand along with a very broad smile. She seemed very happy, like life went well for her always.

''' Why are you always so carefree and happy , Niniola?''' He heard his voice asking the girl that gazed at him.

It was like reliving the experience again.

It felt so exotic. The feeling of warmness that pa.s.sed through him, her soft hand, her wide smile. He wanted to experience all of that again.

'''No Sunday, I've always had a hard life. But I live by this principle'''

'''what principle, tell me!''' He asked her.

'''Well, here it is. Two things happen when we are faced with challenges. It's either we seat in a corner and complain or we get up, refuse to accept life as it comes and we fight back.

This is how my whole life as a Niniola has been structured.''' she replied, drawing her face closer.

The memory faded into Oblivion now, as the soul decline ruptured the remaining parts of his consciousness.

'Niniola... Wait that's her name. I know her. She's my friend. She would do anything for me, despite the fact she's crazy. I know her... She's the owner of the voice.

She NEEDS MEEEEEEE....' Sunday mind exploded in a whiplash of Chaotic energy streams.

Everything went blank and dark.

And then, the explosion reversed, each and every part of Sunday's mind restructuring itself as energy streams washed across. Turbulence of dark energy rippled, resisting the flush of the Pure Will from Sunday. Resisting and resisting until Sunday Will over powered them, setting the Wolf into emotions of confusion and anxiety and worry.

It didn't know why this happened?

Sunday's mind was already ruptured. Why this, again?

It was just about to taste freedom, but that seemed far fetched. Growling, it sent surges of energy into the host's mind, attempting to implode Sunday's senses.

But it was countered, a forcefield of pure will whisking it away.

'She needs me... I can't give up .. I'm needed... She needs me... She needed MEEEEE....' He muttered excited, andrenaline fuelling his physical body as it undid the Soul decline.

'she needs me..' He rose on fours.

'Niniola needs me...' He rose to his feet now, albeit slowly and painstakingly, sending ripples through s.p.a.ce.

Turning back, he faced the Wolf. And at once he finally understood. What Trixius said, about the truth.

He remembered the shadowy form of Trixius, telling him while his face flaked off slowly that "Truth will set you free and the truth will break you too. And in the end, only Will matters."

Looking back now, he realised that somehow Trixius had trained him for all of this. After a.n.a.lyzing how his life had been been so far and coming across truth in his quest for knowledge, it broke him.

No wonder it is said 'Ignorance is Bliss' And now, he understood better.

But he also knew the truth now and then he knew that only will would truly matter , in the end. He clenched his fist , gazing fiercely at the wolf.

'Now I understand all of it. Those energies cascading from you. They are mine. '

'You taunt yourself, Sunday. I just decided not to kill you, remember' The wolf replied, it's mane rising into p.r.i.c.kles.

'No, you're wrong. Your energy is mine now. All of it. I absorbed you in, saving your soul from dispersing into nothingness. You serve me now, Rare Cla.s.sed p.r.i.c.kled Bane Winged Wolf. You refuse, I cut your essence off, sending you to the void that you were en route to. ' Sunday spoke, confidence welling in his chest.

'Oh, you wouldn't dare. Just because you resisted my mind attack doesn't mean you have me in your control, Irunmole. I've faced Irunmoles, Demons, Giants greater than you. And I Triumphed.' The Wolf growled.

'Oh, you misunderstand. I'm not just anybody, I am the Descendant of Trixius the Great Demon DemiG.o.d, a Prince of Darkness Cla.s.sed and blood as humans say, is thicker than water. I'll show you how! ' Sunday growled, as energy burst out of him, trailing off to the wolf as they bore holes into it, setting it into agony.

The wolf howled, growling as tendrils of energy lashed and bore into it. This was not how it had planned the whole thing. It pawed the ground before bringing down it's head in submission.

Sunday noted it, and willed the energy trails to withdraw. As they did, they began to have an inescapable black l.u.s.tre.

________

Balogun stood firmly on the ground, ready to pounce at the intruding bird like beast.

He observed the features of the creature, st.u.r.dy beak, long wingspan that ensured its wind breaking speed, the reddened brood of feathers at the neck, down to the tail of a mammal that swung left to right as if trying to sway off flies from off it's behind.

A Gyphoon.

And an intelligent one at that. But what business had this Gyphoon with the battle here. Why did it just swoop down like that.

From what he knew, Gyphoons were creatures that avoided conflict as best as they could. But this one dived right in the middle of one.

Whatever was the reason, Balogun thought, it was never going to one of such reasons after today. His hands bulged, forming fists as he propelled himself on sheer physical strength.

A little ahead of him were Ralia and Sena hurtling down in a stream of Eternal Flames. He saw that the bird had suddenly stopped sideways to avoid direct hit and having to go in between the Alphas.

It was smart enough. But not smart to know what was next.

THOOOM!

His legs pounded mercilessly on the Rocky ground as he threw himself up into heights, muttering some words in yoruba , he ascended quickly to the ranks of Ijakadi:3rd Form. The raw energy foowed through him, enriching and reviving his body as it furthered his impetus.

"Alphas Rage: Rumbling Boulders"

His fist went forward in one smas.h.i.+ng hit. As it did, time seemed to slow down as dense light formed a fist, settling the image of a boulder on it.

The weight of the boulder was terrific, as his hand bent down about. He didn't intend to go easy on this creature and so he went all out, bearing the physical strain of the move he pulled.

The Gyphoon neared, it's face, a cortortion of surprise and rage, as it's two legs propelled it further. Balogun's fist neared, tearing heavily against s.p.a.ce as it rammed into the bird, ripples of spatial disturbance scattering about.

That was the might of Alpha Cla.s.s.

In one hit, he took the Gyphoon down... Or at least, what he thought was a gryphoon.

Tearing down heavily, he rammed into the ground, maelstorm or dust and rubble travelling bout as the after image of the Gyphoon he had just hit, flickered off.

Revealing the real Gyphoonr high, up in the air, as it crawed, emitting a peaceful aura about it.

"d.a.m.nit." Balogun muttered, rage tearing through his whole frame.

He had hit nothing but a decoy bird.

The Gyphoon had released it's special ability, essence transfer. It flew off, soaring through the wispy white clouds with it's prizes, unharmed and weakened in it's talons.

Except for one, Niniola, who was wondering and trying her possible best to break free frantically. The bird, no, the Gyphoon was strangely familiar.

That was the only conclusion she come with, her body weary and exhausted. All her will was focused on Sunday. He had being through alot, and if indeed she was abducted for whatever reasons, then she should reserve what was left of her to fight their way out.

Niniola reasoned as the ma.s.s of Sunday began flaking away with each pa.s.sing second.

There was really nothing she could do. Except to hope and keep her strength for what lay ahead.

''