Meanwhile,...
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 damn 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 pass 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 hoarse and thick.
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 prickly thorns, agitation washing 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 friendship...'
What friendship? Who are you?
I don't know you!
All my useless life, I've always been alone, so what friendship 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.'
A flash of memory blitzed against his consciousness as he reached out mentally.
The fuzzy image of a girl's face appeared in his mind, a wide smile and a hand outstretched to him. She seemed to be standing while he was on the ground.
"Why are you so happy and carefree, always, Niniola?" His voice asked and she beamed even brighter, bending down to touch his cheeks.
Sunday was reliving his memory.
"It is because I live by one simple principle. Which is, never let the mindset of others determine my emotions. There are two things that happen when we are faced with challenges. You either seat in a corner and complain or you get up, refuse to accept life as it comes and get back up! That's just how I live my life." She replied, clasping a hand on his palm and pulling himself in the memory, up.
So, that was it, eh?
Refuse to accept life as it comes?
It was that simple?
Not allow the mindset of others determine my emotions?
Just that?
Wait... That actually had to be it!
His death didn't have to depend on the mindset of the wolf about how much a failure he was.
No!