Rade's Demon Elimination Service

Before Kalleid's heart has been impaled, he saw that there was a girl standing on the ledge of a building, the deep blue of her tie around the collar of her uniform signifies her identity as a freshman student of Kalleid's school. From where he was standing, looking up at the hazy blur of the girl atop the building's rooftop's ledge, Kalleid knew that the intent behind that face, whom he couldn't make out of because of the distance, wasn't something he would like to know. Nor does everybody else for that matter. Suicide. Self-harm. Either way, the usual route that Kalleid would take was to pass the impassive role of a bystander. He had seen enough lives lost and another one wouldn't really make much difference. Much less someone he does not actually know. At this point though, there was something that made Kalleid turn his shoes around the way he was going. It wasn't fair, he said, to have lived and lost but to die so young was never fair. He felt stupid then, but he kept repeating the same words. To have lived and lost but to die so young was never fair. He has weak constitution, cold all over his body though it was only spring and the wind blew with a gentle hiss. Only a couple of flights towards the top of the building, he could already feel the thumping of his heart and the wobbliness of his knees. Being a savior wasn't an easy task. Sweat dripping down his temple and soaking the back of his uniform, he surged his way towards the door that separated him and the girl who was about to jump off. Kalleid shouldered the door and with an outburst he yelled at the girl. "Miss!" he shouted, both of his hands were on his knees and he was breathing too hard though he could feel through his pants the coldness his hands have brought. He was winded, but never hot. "Don't... d-don't jump!" he added, but his eyes widened as the girl jumped from shock at his arrival. Without meaning to this time, Kalleid shouted again, but it was with fright when the girl's feet almost slip from the ledge. "Be careful!" Kalleid pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. He was winded and it made it hard for him to talk. His determination pushed through though, and he managed to choke out a few words of plea to the girl despite his throat clamping close and wanting to rest from heaving breaths of air in to his lungs. "Being alive..." he paused and swallowed, "being alive is the greatest blessing anyone could ever have! There are more to your existence than just jumping off a building and getting your blood splattered on the pavement! The people who loved you dearly, I'm sure they'll get sad and they'll definitely cry and maybe you might change your mind half way. You are a lost one in this world, but you would be a loss of the world! Please think first before jumping off!" He shouted with a passion that he never thought he would have for a stranger whom he had never even met. His thumping heart was still racing and he was afraid that everyone could hear just how fast it raced and just how nervous he became. Kalleid wasn't certain of the reason why he had to run towards this girl, but she looked sad and he kind of felt sad too. He thought he would understand her and so, he shouted with a passion. Spit and sweat have dripped and spat from him, it was disgusting but he doesn't care much. "You are needed in this world and there are still things that could make you feel that the world is still wonderful!" he ended his litany. Only then did Kalleid wiped on his face, ridding it with his sweat and the snot that dripped from his nose, because he was too cold and he has weak constitution that now resulted on a runny nose despite the gentle spring air. "How irritating," a faint whisper of a voice drifted towards Kalleid before the girl did a great somersault that landed exactly in front of him. Already, there was a weapon ready on the girl's hand and it was directed to Kalleid's own chest. Behind his glasses, Kalleid's eyes widened considerably before the tip of a very real and a wickedly sharp blade pierced his chest. It pierced his heart and Kalleid spat, not saliva, but blood. An ink of black curtain was before the face of the girl and her eyes were as wide as they can be that Kalleid feared they would spontaneously pop out. Her grip on the sword was firm which made Kalleid wonder where the sword came from did in the first place. With the hilt that Kalleid suspected was also made out of steel and looked painful to the touch, it was three feet long and it glimmered with menace on him, sliding deeper on his chest. But it wasn't the details of the sword or how sharp it was that drew Kalleid's attention. It was the excruciating pain he felt on his heart, on his literal heart that made an ugly expression appear on his face. It appeared quite quickly and it was thick on his face because of the pain. On his uniform, he could feel the wetness of the blood, stubbornly making its way down and staining what was once his immaculate though sweaty uniform shirt. What a waste, Kalleid managed to think before his hand reached to the dulled edge of the blade; it has only one side that could cut so when Kalleid's hand made contact, it didn't draw any blood from his skin. Blood at the sides of his mouth, he looked at the dark-haired girl with the blue tie around her uniform's collar. A freshman, Kalleid repeated to himself, just a freshman. And he convinced himself that this was nothing. With trembling voice, he pleaded again on the girl. Unlike earlier, it was his life now that he was pleading over. "Can you... can you remove the sword first?" With a smile, Kalleid requested. The only thing that the dark-haired girl did was widened her eyes still.