The other remaining demons looked wide-eyed because no one had ever seen a demon’s head being broken and smashed on the ground like an egg that was dropped to break and splatter. For a couple of seconds, everyone stood still, while Calhoun had bent down to make sure the demon would not wake up in this lifetime unless hell gave him another ticket to live in the realm of the living.
“What impatient demons you have in here, Weasley. Not the kind who you would like to work with,” stated Calhoun, while pulling out the handkerchief from his pocket, and cleaning the blood that was on his hand, one finger after another before dropping the handkerchief on the ground as it was of no use to him. “I thought you were better than this. Let me guess. Helena?” Calhoun’s eyes looked at Weasley calmly.
“What are you going to do by knowing about it?” Weasley questioned back, “Well if you are going to die, I think it should be alright. I want to be the head of the High House. I have worked harder, and its existence is because of my resultant work. Not hers, not Dimitri’s but mine.”
“Must feel quite terrible that you didn’t get the position in the High House. Do you think you would be able to do it this way?” Upon Calhoun’s question, Weasley smiled.
“No, but if all the members are dissolved, there won’t be a High House to begin with. Lilith must be already dead,” Weasley had a calmer aura around him, compared to the other people in the High House excluding Reginald.
“And you believe killing them is easy?” Calhoun tilted his head.
“Isn’t that why I have people with me. Something came to fall on my ears. About a dark angel who has come into existence,” said Weasley in a slow voice, “I heard sacrificing the person will bring many advantages which no one has been able to find until now. Have you heard about it? The soothsayer said the person is somewhere nearby and in this land, but he couldn’t point out exactly where. Which is why a little sacrifice would help us to get answers.”
“How interesting,” murmured Calhoun, “I have a proposal. Why don’t I join you, and we both can look for it?”
Weasley shook his head, “My King if you are going to join, you would be the last person standing, while the rest would end up dead. Diego! Fire!”
And not a second later, the other demons who carried the pistols, loaded their guns with the silver bullets before they started to fire right at Calhoun. The night that had tried to stay quiet wasn’t quiet anymore, and it was filled with gunshots being fired over and over again until none of the bullets were left in the cartridge of their pistols.
Smoke filled the place where Calhoun had been standing, with the dust of snow coming to rise in the air when the bullets hit the ground near him. The demons who stood smiled, when they found him not to be standing as he was before.
“Got him good, isn’t it?” the demon named Diego chuckled, “I told you the high pressured bullets made with holy water is an asset.” The bullets were recently new that were made by an old priest’s help by melting ancient crosses into liquid before they were mixed with various elements that would come to be used against the strongest vampires.
The smoke had not settled, and the demons saw Calhoun lay on the ground with blood splattered on the snow, turning the white snow to patches of red. The King didn’t move, nor were they able to hear his breath nor his heartbeat.
Weasley stared at the unmoving person and ordered, “Someone go and check him.”
Diego volunteered to check the dead man who had holes on his clothes, leaving a stream of blood on the ground as even his body had holes because of the bullets. Bending down, the blonde demon took a look at Calhoun whose eyes were open, and his lips parted, “He looks like a dead vegetable. I feel nothing,” shouted Diego so that Weasley could get the information.
“What are we going to do with him? We cannot leave him here. Burn or put him in the coffin?” spat the demoness who had earlier been kicked by Calhoun.
“Drag him to the woods,” ordered Weasely, “And clean up this place.”
Diego, who stood next to Calhoun’s body, said, “He looks nothing less than beaten dough in here? All liquid. Let me s-”
Before the demon could complete his words, a leg came to hit the side of Diego’s face, who staggered back in shock. Diego brought his hand forward, coughing blood and three of his teeth fall on his hand. He looked at the person, whom he thought to be dead.
Calhoun stood four steps away from Diego, and the demon looked like he saw a ghost. He had clearly heard the heart, not beating anymore, and the King looked dead. But right now, Calhoun’s heart was beating again, and the wounds in his body that had holes earlier started to close themselves.
A sarcastic laugh escaped from Calhoun’s lips, the smile broadening out of delight and excitement. His red eyes stared at Diego, and he lifted his hand to wipe the blood near his mouth with the back of his hand.
“What the fuck?!” whispered one of the demons, who was clutching the swords in his hands that almost slipped out of his hold in shock.
“Why isn’t he dead?!” asked another demon. The bullets were made of pure silver with holy water. There was no way this man could be standing here looking unscathed in front of them. Only a devil could return from the dead!
“Who was talking about burning me?” questioned Calhoun, his eyes appeared to be bloodthirsty as he smiled at the demoness. Without prior notice, his leg soon came to attach to Diego’s jaw with such force that the demon’s neck broke instantly and the tip of Calhoun’s shoe was filled with blood, “We should see how you feel when you burn in hell.”
“Kill him!” announced another demon, and all of them except Weasley went to launch on Calhoun, but every one of them got beaten by Calhoun.
As the guns were of no use, they pulled out knives and swords that they had hidden behind them. One of the demon’s used a crossbow to fire arrows at Calhoun.
Calhoun would have thought that they would have received the memo about things like these not affecting him, but the demons were witless and they continued to attack, only to fall on the ground with their head torn apart from their bodies.
Soon the demoness came to attack Calhoun, and she tried to hurt him with the two knives of hers only to be trapped by him. He twisted her arm behind her back, pushing her to the ground before using the same knife that she was holding, to slit her throat.
Before getting up to stand again, he let the demoness’ body drop on the ground with her eyes holding a look of emptiness in there as she was dead.
