TRAILING SHADOWS 27 A Demigod's Pas

A brilliance of various clas.h.i.+ng colors washed across the atmosphere, leaving a silhouette of an irunmole in total confusion. Last the irunmole felt was the cold unforgiving plunge of blades piercing into his very essence. The pain, desolation, panic, fear, defeat that had flooded him that very instant was not what could be described by words. Because when that had happened, he was forced to give up, bitterly on every aspiration and dream he had thought to ever achieve.

The flash of colors vanished as quickly as it appeared and in its place was Sunday In an entire white landscape. Lines shot across with Sunday at the midpoint, creating solidity as it formed various shapes. The lines soon whipped up a vast empty throne, placing Sunday, again at the center of it all. At this, he c.o.c.ked his head, trying to make light of what he saw.

"What is this? Where am I?" He asked, perplexed.

Turning back, he saw the lines reach further to the extreme where it began to create a throne, crossing each other as reddish black energy flashed across, fuelling the lines with impetus. Within seconds of the appearance of the lines, the white landscape had been transformed into a throne room with a deathly appeal around it.

Dusty, dirty tapestries hung down from the palace ceiling, having various inscriptions on them whilst the walls were decorated by splashes of red here and there with decaying hands extended from the wall. Each hand bearing a low burning torch that did little in illuminating the atmosphere.

The throne chair itself was not left out of the deathly fiesta. It was built big and wide with large horns at the extreme top edges. Going horizontal, the armrests were modified into heads of growling black dogs with greenish eyes and pinpoint horns on the heads. And on the chair was a being Sunday had recently become familiar with.

The being crossed his fingers, observing him patiently.

"You are in my world, my son. This time, you and I are going to have a very long talk" Trixius the great replied quietly, before squinting briefly.

At that, Sunday gained instant understanding of where he was. He was in the realm of entrapment for the soul of Trixius the Great, his grandfather. Sunday knuckled his fists together before walking closer.

"Long talk? Are you forgetting that you would just flake into dust if you try, like last time?" Sunday spoke. He was now in 20 metres range of Trixius.

"Hmm… As much as I like you Sunday, I don't take it lightly to have people refer to my current predicament. After all, you yourself are in no better position right now. "

Lines crossed each other at Sunday's feet and morphed upward into a seat that seemed to pull him down into it. Seeing that, he shrugged, obeying the force.

"Just what are these lines? And what do you mean by that?"

"Hmm… Son, these lines are a product of the function of the Control Array used to imprison me. As to what I mean, I mean that you are supposed to be dead, right now. Nonexistent but the presence of a subsidiary soul in you is what is keeping your soul existing. So in other words, you are dead but not dead. At least, until your subsidiary soul is conquered."

Sunday's face darkened now. It had darkened actually in confusion at the mention of Control Array but he had preferred to act like he knew it instead. However, it seemed that this demon figure would not stop talking in technical terms he was non conversant with.

"By my understanding of the word subsidiary, it means an offspring of a bigger object. How does that relate with soul and…"

A soft eerie laughter cut across the atmosphere, shutting Sunday up immediately. Trixius looked on to Sunday like a hunter observing a prey before cutting off his laughter fits.

"It seems you are not quite as dumb as I thought initially. A subsidiary soul is also called a soul genie that is created from or dependent on a host soul which has a lot of functions.

One of which is the reason you are not quite dead yet. Your soul genie is keeping you alive but that is barely enough to keep you conscious at all. Which, is not bad at all. That is the current level of soul genie over the realms. I tell you boy, it is really, really handy. It's what Ascenders on Earth use to walk the path of the Orishas." Trixius gesticulated, a satisfied smile was.h.i.+ng across his face.

"How did I even have one S.S. Last time, I remember. I was bounded to a Rare Type Beast, not a second soul o!" Sunday protested.

"Of course! The origin of Soul genies actually came from the perception of soul bounds. Take a look at this now." Trixius said, flaying his left hand.

White lines immediately rushed upwards, forming the skeletal structure of a rectangular object suspended in the air. Once they had formed the structure, they vanished, leaving the rectangle to morph into a white board

The board suddenly had the ill.u.s.tration of a human body. The body had a skeletal structure of white flowing lines and a concentration of blobbed energy at the middle of the chest that swiveled and bobbed here and there.

Beside the body, a creature like a dog appeared and growled at the body only for those lines to extend outwards, dragging the body of the beast till it morphed into a ball of energy and placing it sideways beside its own energy ball.

"So, you see, Sunday" Trixius called out, "you having a soul bound makes you liable to a soul genie. In the sense that once you absorb the beast in, the beast after you both have come to mutual understanding begins to help you even when you don't ask, proving its usefulness in a vast number of ways instead of only being a summon beast."

"I still don't understand. The Wolf I bounded with didn't help me in any way. How…?"

"97% of soul bounds are never in agreement to be a summon beast. So they revolt and the only way the host can make them do their bidding is to force them by mental coercion. And once they are forced, do you think they would want to do any other beside being a summon?

Which, is why Soul bounds don't make soul genies. Except for the remaining 3%. And so, they help the host a.n.a.lyze situations and beings which is soul gazing as you know, become a secondary mind that give helpful advice at the most dangerous times even to helping you cultivate energy pa.s.sively that would boost your cla.s.s ascension easily than before."

"WOW… That is so good. I want to have a soul genie? Did you have a soul genie?" Sunday questioned, his eyes beaming with excitement.

At that, Trixius face palmed, shaking his head.

"Heh! Why look for a soul genie when you have a subsidiary soul already? After all, that what's keeping you alive."

"EH? I don't want to believe that. That Wolf was never helping me in any way. What could have changed it's mind, suddenly?" Sunday asked, a palm around his chin.

"Probably, because it has understood something it didn't understand before." Trixius said, rising from the throne. He took some steps away as he stared into s.p.a.ce, lost in thoughts.

"How long will it take you to grow strong, strong enough to study demonic laws, Sunday? Even with a Subsidiary soul, it shouldn't be long, right? He muttered to himself.

"What did you say?" Sunday asked, looking his way.

"Oh, nothing!" Trixius waved his hand dismissively as he turned to face Sunday, smiling softly.

"I wonder how you would react when I tell you to study the demonic laws." He spoke under his breath.

"Trixius the Great, You know, I still don't get something about you. If you were so powerful as a demiG.o.d. Then how come you are in this prison and what does all of this have to do with me? What do you really want from me?" Sunday asked after some minutes of silence.

"How intuitive! He's not as dumb as I thought." Trixius muttered inaudibly.

"How come you are not cracking already? I am getting bored of this place already. Start flaking already." Sunday added with a wave of his hands.
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Trixius gritted his teeth, his face darkening immediately. But the next second, it straightened up.

"Don't get bored yet. Until your soul bound can generate enough energy to wake you up, you and I would be here for quite a long time. And that is enough for me because I want you to hear a tale.

My tale. The reason why, I, Trixius, DemiG.o.d of the Irunmole tribes and Grandmaster of the demon races is left here, like trash from the bin." Trixius spoke rather sadly now as waves of pain and resentment gushed out from where he had stashed them.

"Tell me, would you? I am very interested." Sunday requested.