Rade's Demon Elimination Service

Chapter 35: The Meeting Inside the Apartment

"Eh?" New York tilted his head, confusion on his face while he looked at a very unexpected person on the apartment of Kalleid.

He knew that Kalleid lived alone, just by himself, since his father (not to say neglectful) was never really around and it was not like Kalleid could casually ask his own mother— who was a full fledged demon— to come live with him so they could split the bill and the rent. When Kalleid was younger, he used to live inside the Aldeia manor but since he turned thirteen, Kalleid insisted that he could now live on his own and would not like to bother the Aldeia clan. Of course Geneva persuaded Kalleid which was to say London and New York were the ones who did the act of persuasion, not Geneva Aldeia herself.

It was a rough change at first but that was also the same time that Kalleid and New York started dating so it seemed that it was only appropriate to separate them from each other.

But this roommate— Kalleid has never mentioned anything to New York about taking in another person. Although it looked spacious whenever New York visited, the apartment was actually quite small, only fitting for just one person, and with the additional person being present inside the space, the apartment seemed to be crowded and suffocating.

"Who are you?" New York asked with extreme arrogance, he looked down on the boy whose blond hair was tied into a single ponytail. There was a frown on New York's face which made his face looked as though he was intimidating the other boy. "What are you doing here?"

His mind was whirling around.

Did New York somehow found an affair concerning this person and the person that he was supposedly dating?

New York's eyes looked down while the sleeping person on his arms was awaken by his questioning to the fair-haired boy. Kalleid was vaguely conscious earlier, but when New York started to sound like he was asking for fight (he definitely was based on the tone of his voice), though he didn't feel too good, he still opened his eyes for the sake that they would be able to avoid fighting or unnecessary confrontation.

"Rude," he told New York and rolled his eyes that also vaused his vision to get more blurry.

Finding that some strength was able to get into his bones, he struggled and jumped down on the ground from New York's arms. New York tried to complain, but Kalleid only shook his head at him and displayed a smile while he held both of Carys' shoulders. He smiled at New York, his lips were dangerously pale, and gestured at Carys whose shoulders were still being held by Kalleid.

"This is my roommate, Carys," he introduced him to New York. "And you don't have to be so rude to him, New York."

New York harrumphed, his eyes were narrowed into slits and were suspicious but Carys remained still and neutral, unaffected by the other's intense gaze on him. He then held out a hand to the stranger— rather begrudgingly— after Kalleid shot him a pleading glance.

"New York."

New York held out his hand and Kalleid held his breath, anticipating that Carys won't accept it. Suprisingly though, he did accept New York's lousy introduction of himself. There was a visible relief on Kalleid's face after that intense scene.

"Carys," Carys then responded, his voice was cold towards the other boy. "Who is he?" He turned to Kalleid and asked, there was also suspicion within his gaze, similar to how New York was regarding him with.

That suspicion though was not directed towards New York, but at Kalleid himself. Carys must have been wondering why would Kalleid bring an Aldeia scion inside his home where Carys was also residing. He smiled weakly, his dried lips' skin cracked under that smile which caused a part of his lips to bleed which then slowly healed by his ability. He was supposed to be reassuring Carys, but it only looked pathetic and desperate— Kalleid was aware of that of course.

"My friend," he answered to Carys' question.

With that answer, it was New York who reacted. Raising his brows, he looked at Kalleid's face just to make certain that it was him who said those two offending words to the other boy. There was a sudden urge of a desire to scold Kalleid but New York thought better against it, settling on just mocking the other boy.

"Your friend?" he asked with incredulity, his tone was the epitome of a person being offended. "I'm your friend?" He pointed at himself and repeated the question, emphasizing on the first word of the question. "If what we have been is only just friendship then you might as well kill me right here and now. Nope—" New York turner to Carys who was only watching, there was a particular sulking tone on New York's voice as thiugh he was hurt "—under no circumstance are we just friends."

"I'm just afraid that Carys would be too shocked," he answered weakly.

Kalleid chuckled, but that chuckle ended in a feat of coughing. His hands covered his mouth as he did so and when he removed his hand from his mouth, there were certain traces of red which alerted both of the boys that were with him. New York was alarmed and he quickly wraped Kalleid with the blanket he brought with them, putting his hand on the other boy's shoulder while his other hand was on his waist.

"You don't look so good," Carys noticed and knotted his head at the smiling visage of the person in front of his person.

"I actually don't feel so good," Kalleid admitted and he was quickly guided by New York inside of the apartment while Carys moved out of their way, letting them in without any word.

Kalleid heard New York sighed heavily while he was laid down, his face was still frowning and creased on certain parts because of concern. He was worried, Kalleid thought but he couldn't think of anything that he could do to alleviate his worry and anxiety over his condition.

"How long will you stay here?" New York asked Carys who have moved from the little foyer to the kitchen. He sat down on one of the chairs and watched New York and Kalleid.

With that posture, New York was abruptly hit with a sudden vertigo. Like he had seen that face of Carys before but couldn't just remember where he might have seen him or when he saw him.

"Why?"

"I need someone to look after Kalleid while I went out to get some help," New York answered then looked down at the weak boy on the bed.

He thought he should do something, maybe ask Megumi and Lyu to let him inside the border so he could gain some insights about Kalleid's condition since they were both immortals too. New York knew though that was as good as breaking the protective boundaries all around the Attic for his selfish reasons and that could put them in a predicament specially now with the descending of the Spatial Void around the whole city which New York also do not want to happen.

But he just needs to do something— anything because if he would just sit beside Kalleid, New York knew that he will only lose his mind.

"I'll look after him," Carys affirmed and nodded his head to Kalleid who has fallen asleep

Before he could stand up though and prepare to leave, someone has already opened the door with a loud bang. New York's hair on his arms stood and tingled, his ears perked up with the sound of blades clashing, and before he knew it, he has already drawn his own holy weapon.

The great holy weapon of Aztle was majestic on his hand, almost cannot fit on the ceiling which restricted New York's movements. The Aztle scythe created a great arc, slicing through the air and making a protective semi-circle shield against the clashed holy weapons in front of them. New York's stance was on a defensive with Kalleid being weak just behind him. Even when Kalleid could heal himself, New York was uncertain whether that would put Kalleid in any more critical condition.

Carys' reaction was not any slower. On his hand, was a great black bow. It has quite the modern look with its black coating and violet lining which glowed faintly with energy. It was pointed at someone, but an arrow has already collided against the white strap of cloth of a very familiar holy weapon to New York.

"London!" New York exclaimed. He did not even bother on blushing when that word slipped from his mouth, his eyes were wide and Aztle was still pointed against the two opposing sides while Kalleid has already sat up from where he was lying, looking so innocent with his hair disheveled from when he was lying on his little bed. "What the heck, London? Why are you suddenly attacking people? Have you gone mad, you dolt!"

"Stop, London," Kalleid said mildy, his hand trying to reach London whose face held a vicious expression.

The Latka, the holy weapon owned by London, was floating around London, creating a beautiful scenery as though London was a demigod who came to bestow gifts or maybe to ravage the mortal world. It surrounded him and made it looked like, air was blowing through him though the weather was as dry as the desert without any winds sailing through the atmosphere. Latka looked fragile against the intimidating mass of the Cuare and even Aztle, but it held its own as it tightly wrapped around the Cuare.

London looked ethereal, his blue eyes were sharp and deathly, and the Latka has cloaked any visible surface of her skin. Hr should have just looked like a kid impersonating a mummified corpse, but London looked as though he was a deity who just came from the heavens, seeking for justice.

"Get away from my brother's—" As he was about to strike Carys down, his attack was greatly interrupted by the Aztle who blocked the other end of the Latka.

The strip of cloth quickly retracted and it curled as though it was hurt with the sudden attack while the Aztle glinted a faint light against the Latka, domineering on the humble holy weapon.

"New York!" London scolded New York, his face held an unbelievable expression. He retracted Latka's end to his hands and patted it affectionately, but when his eyes turned to New York, acid dripped within them. "How dare you attack Latka!" London turned Latka to his younger brother then, seemingly wanting to attack him instead of his original target which was obviously Carys.

New York was forced to take a step back then he realized that he was as far back as he could without compromising Kalleid's comfort with his space. Even with the Latka against him, New York did not take down or even loosen his grip on the handle of his own holy weapon.

There were only a few times that Latka would be unleashed from his older brother's grasp. Dashing inside Kalleid's apartment, of course the result would not bode well. New York gulped down the lump forming on his throat, not expecting to go against his own sibling.

"Then why are you suddenly going down on this apartment? Almost killing everyone off, you i***t!" New York's vein almost popped as he wielded the heavy scythe, the Aztle deflected the Latka off. And although Aztle looked more menacing than the Latka, the strip of cloth wasn't (or at least not tamed), by any means, damaged and even seemed to have taken the upper hand in the two on one battle.

Carys tried to shoot London with his Cuare that has arrows nocked on the bow— arrwos that were made of oure spiritual energy from his own body. He, of course, knew of his identity, it would be foolish not to know him. He knew everyone that has ever been closed with Rade for the past months. Even the half demon immortals, he knew all of them.

And this one he was fighting with was the successor of the Aldeia clan's current head, Geneva Aldeia, who was named as London Aldeia with his famed holy weapon, Latka.

"Would you calm your t**s down?!" Kalleid shouted and this was the first time he screamed this loud after he stopped Rade from jumping off the building. He felt that the energy he spent shouting quickly depleted what remaining strength he has.

And now he realized that maybe Rade only tolerated him when they first met and was instead looking out to him as he was her target back then. Kalleid winced as he was forced back down on his back, lying on the bed with a hopeless and weakening body.

"Carys, please, lower your weapon." Kalleid then turned to London where Latka was still poised in a menacing manner. He gazed at his friend pleadingly, trying hard to level their own eyes with his even when he could not get up.

"I won't lower the Slaughter if nobody lowers their weapon," Carys stated stubbornly, the Cuare was still poised to shoot anyone with the deadly arrows.

It was New York who withdraw his weapon first before anyone else. There was a hard and scolding expression on his face that says he was only doing this bullshit (ridding himself off from his own holy weapon) because Kalleid can't physically move behind him.

A single glance between the two brothers was exchanged, London also withdraw the Latka, its ends and immaculate cloth wrapping on London's neck and arms like bandages. For a moment, it looked as though he was being drowned with the cloth. A flourish of Carys' hand indicated that Carys also let loose of his firm grip on his own weapon.

Though withdrawing their holy weapons did not do anything to the rising tension among the three hunters. Instead, it only grew with sharp eyes and alert senses.

"Now we talk," Kalleid finally announced and tried to stand up yet again from his bed. Feeling his knees trembling, his hands sought New York's waiting hands for support and guide.

New York, forcing down the worry corrupting his insides, went ahead and guided Kalleid to stand up.

They all sat down on the little table of his small kitchen, facing each other with their shoulders tight with tension. Since there were only so few of the wooden chairs, New York sat down on a monoblock chair without armrests, beside Kalleid since he also does not know yet why would London be attacking with Latka inside Kalleid's apartment.

At this, anyone who would walk inside the room could feel the unsaid tension going around the four people. The space was extremely small and it was too crowded for four people to huddle together in the kitchen so being quite awkward can't be helped.

"I am London Aldeia," London introduced himself, mainly to Carys since he was the only one who was not aware of his identity, "the successor of the Aldeia clan's head, Geneva Aldeia. And I understand that you are Carysia Haeven, the only descendant and potential heir of the Haeven clan."

Kalleid sighed secretly.

This would be extremely complicated and headache inducing.

He knew that London was in a business deal the moment that he went in with Latka. He rarely used formal speech and if he did, that would only mean that he was serious. If there was one thing that London hated the most, it was formalities and pleasantries. He was not the one who would fake his smile just to please anyone or sugarcoat his words to fit the hearing of the other people.

London was simple that way.

Much similar to New York (though New York only wanted to be the one who would finish an argument and win it despite not ever conversation not being an actual argument).

"I also understand that you are out and about to get revenge against the last descendant of the cursed bloodline clan, Elora Isolde Aldam," he continued for everyone's sake. "And with that, you also plan to take revenge against the people she's holding dear. That would naturally include the bearer of the Sky Teller, Lyu, another immortal, Miss Megumi, Kalleid, and the two of us." London motioned towards New York and himself. "And I won't let you do as you please while you are here. Rade is important to us, but your past with her could only be dealt between the two of you."

Kalleid was speechless.

And so was New York who had an outburst, his eyes were wide with shock and his nostrils were flaring.

"How long have you known?" he demanded to his older brother. "And why didn't I know of this?" He looked beside him, at Kalleid. "Did you know about all of these?"

But he was only ignored by the latter since London was already talking, all attention was directed on him.

"As of right now, Rade is coming for you, Carys," he said with a very serious face and straightforward tone. "If you want to face her then you should, but involving people who weren't involved in the first place is wrong."

"Rade?" Kalleid and New York both asked in a matching incredulous expressions.

"Rade has been MIA since the end of the semester because she is tryna find this kid." London pointed at Carys whose hands slammed at the table.

He stood up with so much force that the wooden chair behind him stumbled down, he looked down to London with a very dangerous glint on his eyes. Even the beauty that his face behold was not enough to saturate his glare and the killing intent on his moves.

Before anyone could move though, Kalleid also stood up. Putting his hands on his hands, seemingly trying to protect something behind him.

"If you two will fight, then fight outside. Don't destroy the building." London said in a formal tone. "It will be better this way."

London didn't say anything else other than that but he looked down on his intertwined hands. On his face was an expression that Kalleid never knew he would see on his friend's face, like he was grieving.

"I'm not strong enough," Carys whispered to himself. Just like that, he has already forgotten about the people inside of the apartment that he consequently in.

His movements became ugly and clumsy, the elegance he had earlier has now faded in front of the coming nemesis or maybe an old friend, there were many categories in which he could place Rade's presence on. He stumbled on his way towards the Cuare, his holy weapon, and when he did got to it, he could not even lift it with skinny arms.

He shouted in frustration and kicked at the holy weapon.

"I won't be able to do anything again," he whispered yet again and his hands were trembling so much that it made Kalleid stand up to comfort him.

"Carys," Kalleid tried to reach out to him but he was prevented by both London and New York from going towards Carys Haeven.

"Just let him be, Kalleid."

New York's blue gaze directed to Carys, but his ears told him of the arrival of another presence. Unlike everyone else though who has keen senses, Kalleid could only know that Rade was inside the apartment complex because of their reactions. intended to create such a scene in order for everyone to know of her arrival.

And now, Elora Isolde Aldam has indeed arrived and she brought with her the grievance of the past between her and the Haeven clan.

"She's here," Carys muttered.