All Your Life Has Been A Lie

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The air burned with electrifying sensations, a backlash of various explosions and extreme power exchange.

But none of that fazed Niniola. She rubbed her eyes of the tears that had glistened it. Up and above her was a weird kind of creature that had flown down not too long ago, soaring up in circles. Seeing it circle about sent cold chills along her spine.

It's menacing look, the ruffled bird-like feathers... Everything about it was strange.

She took a step now, pulling away her attention from the bird as she trudged to the battle scene. Of a truth, she had said she was not going to interfere but now her curiosity was taking the better of her.

After all,it wouldn't hurt to take just a look. She sure wasn't going to engage anything. Niniola thought, mustering courage as she neared the battle scene.

"Aaaaaaaaaarrrggghhhhhhh..." She saw Sunday screaming out as waves of energy cascaded out of his body, erupting metres high into the atmosphere.

Around him was a whiplash of dark energy trying to absorb him or rather lurking around in the corner.

She saw all of this and The Primes as well. If they had seen this...

No who was she kidding? The Primes were right in the middle of the battle. No way they would have missed this.

With this thought, Niniola tore her attention from the yelling figure of Sunday as he stood with several lines stretching across his body accompanied by tiny energy surges to look at the Primes.

They had the same look as she did.

How could he?

How could a mere Messenger class irunmole , Sunday to be precise , soul bond with a beast.

Not just any common beast.

A Rare Type Beast...

He was bonding with a Prickled Bane Winged Wolf and there was no way their eyes was going to accept that.

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Meanwhile, Sunday's skin burned, reacting to the blistering heat all about as he dived. Pushing himself towards the huge target of the battle. He had felt this compulsion, this force pulling him to intercept the oncoming 'Judgement Seal' that had been unleashed.

Yes, he knew he felt attracted to the wolf ever since had engaged it... But for him to pull himself, right in the nick of time to intercept the knockout move.

He couldn't just find any meaningful explanation to that. His body just moved.

Like how they say in the mangas, his body just moved on it's own!

Sunday's eyelids flickered, reacting to the huge beam of light that had conversed on him. The light was intense and seemed to be coming from infinite points.

He sniffed, the air seemed stale and unmoving. Colors flashed occasionally here and there giving this place an eerie feeling.

Opening his eyes, he looked about, trying to examine his surroundings. Immediately, he fisted his hands, preparing himself for just anything.

For a second his mind went vague, completely cleared of all that happened. It seemed like some sort of comprehension had flooded his eyes as his muscles tensed.

And just like he was never there, he vanished.

A second later, he was on a rocky landscape. Whirlwinds howled fiercely here and there, whiplashing against the earth bare rocks.

"Ah.." Sunday gasped.

In the distance ahead, he saw a figure wearing white robes. The white robes were studded at the shoulder, alongside bracelets on the arm and a strange looking belt.

He could sense the aura of this person overwhelming the area. Initially it felt pure, righteous. Like the aura presence of a Prime, but then it faded off as the figure turned to face him, morphing into a foul, oppressive and demonic presence.

Sunday eyebrows knitted.

He took a stance one of a warrior, and silently whispered "imole mo"(1)

He flayed his right hand as light shone through it. Then he clenched, only to gasp in surprise as the imole mo refused to appear.

"Ah, Sunday, That doesn't work in this place. In here, it's just how strong your will is. Isn't that what the basics of an Irunmole is?" The figure asked in Yoruba

"You demon, Sunday snarled, how dare you speak of the sacredness of an irunmole.?" He leapt up, forward towards this demon.

If Will alone was what mattered here, then he was damn sure this demon would have a full dose of his.

Descending upon the figure, he arched backwards, a punch sailing along. He now saw the figure closer.

The once whitish apparel had all turned gloomy black. The figure had white hair that seemed to stick out at the edges with an ever present smile that seemed to mock existence itself.

The figure simply waived his hand aside and Sunday was flung behind, crashing face down into the Rocky surface.

"You are nothing like your father, The First Prime." The figure spoke , with his head turned back with that mocking look as Sunday rose.

"But I admire that in you. At least that's what attracted me to you." He continued in Yoruba.

"Heyyaaaahhhh..." Sunday yelled, rushing back into the figure with a spear technique. For some reasons, the figure refused to move even though it seemed as though that it wanted.

Sunday rammed into him, only for him to bounce back, holding his left shoulder in pains.

"Sadly, this place does not give me much mobility as I want. But what did I tell you, Sunday. Only Will matters in here." The figure said , vanishing from where it stood in a blur and appearing behind Sunday.

"Humph.." He groaned, bending in pains. The demon had jabbed him in the stomach.

He doubled over as another strike to his neck sent sparks through his head.

As he was just few inches from the Rocky surface, his feet left the ground, dragged by the demon.

The demon figure blurred several metres , dragging Sunday face into the rocky soil. Essence flowed from every cut in his flesh as he groaned, trying to twist out of the figure's grip.

The demon figure, suddenly stopped, speaking on Yoruba again.

"I told you, only will matters. Without, you will be a broken man. The truth will set you free but the truth will break you too. And in the end, only will truly matters."

With that, Sunday found himself flying several metres high before crashing roughly into the ground.

His soul was exhausted, after the battle with the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf where he had pushed to his very limits.

Now, here he was, without recovering significantly, attacking a being whose demonic presence was simply overwhelming. Everything he did against this being was pointless, Sunday noted.

Now, with the constant battering from this being, his soul would certainly reach the Soul Decline.

And that meant death to him.

He couldn't afford it.

He groaned, pushing against his limits, using every last bit of reserve energy as he pushed from the ground.

He didn't even know where he was.

And here he was, nothing in sight battling a demon figure.

Just how more worse could things go for him?.

"Now, boy, allow me tell you why all of this is happening." The figure spoke in Yoruba

As he did, a tiny crack appeared on the left of his face. At that, he quickly touched his head, as if trying to mask the crack.

" Come with me, son. Let's take a walk, son" The demon spoke with emphasis on 'son', as he flayed his right hand to Sunday.

"Don't call me son, demon." Sunday yelled, slapping away the hand.

"I am a son of light, true irunmoles after the order of Obatala. Descendant of the line of Primes, great grandson of The last DemiGod in existence. And I WILL never be your son." Sunday spat.

The demon held it's chin while the other hand supported the one at his chin. The sly smile it had was now replaced with a look of amazement.

"Ooh, is that true? Descendant of the last DemiGod? Is that why I feel attracted to you, son? " The demon asked.

Sunday exhaled. His soul was now approaching decline. Unusual heaviness and exhaustion took over his whole being.

But he was not going to die here.

At least, if there was anything he learnt from this demon, it was that Will is the only thing that mattered.

And he sure had that will. No matter what, he just couldn't... Wouldn't give up here.

'My will is strong!'

"Oh, they never told you his name?' It's true, truth often turns to legends and legends to myth after time collapses." The demon said, discontent visible in his tone.

Another crack appeared now on his face, crossing the previous one.

Sunday heaved again.

He was not really paying attention to what this demon spoke but now that he asked that question, his mind seemed more awake.

Why was he never told the name of the last DemiGod, his great grand father?

"I wasn't told his name. I don't know why" He found his mouth speaking. It seemed like words just originated from there by themselves.

"Aha... Your great grand father. He was a great man. The greatest of his time. He ascended to the highest realm of an Irunmole. He became a DemiGod. His feats had no rivals. Taking down dozens of demons in a single wave of hand. He was the ultimate." The demon spoke clenching his right fist

"Until, Maerius killed him." Sadness overtook the demon's voice now.

"No, 3rd Prime didn't. You are mixing things up. 3rd Prime killed Trixius the great., Not great grand father." Sunday heaved.

For some unknown reasons, his soul decline was taking so long to finish.

Not unknown, he knew just why.

His Will.

He was refusing to die in here. He was refusing to let go of all he has ever going to achieve just because of this demon.

No!

Not now, not ever!!

Another crack appeared in the demon's face, this one longer than the others, from his right eye to his chin.

"But why are you telling me this... Who are you really?" Sunday asked rising painstakingly to his knees. His Will unwillingly to let him down

Three more cracks ran across the face length of the demons face as he groaned in pains.

"What you did was reckless. Jumping into an attack range.

But you and I are similar in many ways. That's why I had to temporarily intercept your soul essence. You stepped into the way of a Judgement Seal attack.

Initially, you were insignificant as the main Target had been attacked already. But you came in, took some damage from the aftermath and as as result, you were able to absorb all the destroyed soul essence of the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf."

"What?" Sunday gasped, realization hitting him all over.

No wonder he was in a strange place. No wonder the demon had told him that only Will mattered.

But what was this place?

Who is this demon? And what does he want from me?

Sunday questioned himself.

"Ah, you must have questions... I would love to answer them all. But my essence is running out.

Anyways, as at now, within your soul, since you absorbed the beast essence, you have for yourself a soul bound beast."

"A soul bound beast? What does that mean?" Sunday asked.

"Ah, silence, son. Let me finish. Before now, you were about experiencing bonding with the Prickled Bane Winged wolf before I stole you away, into my confinement."The demon spoke sadly.

"Only very rare people have bonded with beasts. By bonding with this beast now, you'll be able to tap into his powers. You'll be strong. Strong enough to take down Primes. One of such persons is you and one was Trixius the great. You live, Trixius lives and there's a connection..."

"How? Trixius was killed. Destroyed. " Sunday countered, mustering energy to his feet now.

The demon chuckled, cracks crisscrossing the length of his face.

"My time is limited here. Holding you in my confinement is taking it's toll on me. If I keep on, all that's left of me would expire."

"You said there's a connection between me and Trixius, right? And that He is alive. How is that true."

"I told you, truth becomes myth in the end. I can't hold you here anymore. I have to send you on your way." The demon spoke, raising his hand up.

"Wait!.." Sunday heaved"wait.."

"Who are you and what do you want from me? Why are you telling me all this?"

The demon laughed loudly.

"Who are you?" Sunday asked... He could feel his mind blacking out again.

But he just needed to push his will to stay longer.

"Just who are you?. Just tell me this and I would be satisfied!" He yelled.

At this point, nothing seemed so sure.

Nothing!

The demon turned his back as his face began flaking away.

" I am Trixius the great. I was never killed, only sealed and I am your Grandfather, the Last DemiGod. And all your life has been a lie."

"What...Nooo!!!" Sunday screamed as a forced jerked him up, pulling him through a void as his mind went blank again.

A split second later, he was on his knees.

He looked about only to see colors flash here and there. He heard the soft growl of a wolf just to his right.

A moment ago, he was with Trixius.

'...And all my life has been a lie. All my life." Sunday muttered sadly.

Just then he felt something looking down at him. Raising his head, he stared into the snout of a 9 ft Rare Classed Prickled Bane Winged Wolf.

"Thank you, Sunday. I owe you my existence" It spoke in perfect Yoruba.

Startled, Sunday jumped up.