Author's note: Hello lovely readers! I have told this in the recent updates which the privileged member knows earlier, but I forgot to tell you about this, sorry TT. Currently, I am going under a surgery with another four days of surgery. I have just finished my first surgery and everything is going well. I am still drowsy after the first surgery which why the updates would be slow, but I promise not to stop updating. I will also increase the word rates to 1600-1800 words which is close to 2 chapter in one chapter. I'm sorry to update a single chapter but my body just couldn't keep up with my schedule. Thank you for reading this notice~~

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The reaper who Ian saw venturing on the front yard stopped as it suddenly disappeared. It seemed for once had vanished, but the next moment he could tell that behind the intruder, the reaper stood behind the man, holding out its scythe, wanting to bring the Demon's soul.

"I knew it! You were the killer," the Demon said with another huffed of breath. Turning his face, Ian saw how the Demon's body was filled with holes and blood covering the floor under him. The wounds were the proof that he had tried to enter his castle and breach the barrier he made. 

At first, Ian guessed the Demon could be the one who had intrude his castle previously, where Maroon had found the blood on the tree. But this Demon's blood was red not black that signify how low ranked this Demon in front of him was.

"Remind me of what you are accusing me of. I have killed plenty and I don't think anyone would remember every people they kill, don't they?" Accessing another look of the Demon, Ian didn't remember him before. "And you are a Breaker. Did you leave Hell without permission?"

"Stop your futile talk!" The Demon coughed another blood, "You might not remember her, but I do. You killed her! You killed Blythe!"

Ian narrowed his eyes and he took a step closer for the intruder to extend his hand out, he conjured his ability to his palm but as time passed, nothing happened. The intruder tried to use his ability for more times only to realize that he can't use his power. What the fuck went wrong?!

"What do you mean by Blythe? I don't remember meeting any woman named that before. Mind refreshing my memory?" Ian asked the man with a tone as if he was greeting the intruder with open hands.

"Don't make fun of me! What is happening?!" The Demon cursed under his breath when he couldn't use his ability. He could use his power before but why he couldn't do it now?!

"Why you can't use your power?" Ian questioned and he lifted his index finger to point the ceiling where marks were carved on it, "This is my house, my territory. Surely I wouldn't let intruders like you to enter and get the advantage here. Its the rule of thumb. It's strange to me how one could act hot-headed without using their mind like you."

The intruder Demon ground his teeth at Ian's casual remark. Seeing the his power couldn't be use, the man let his hands fell to his side. "Don't make fun of me! Out of all why did you kill Blythe? She was a corrupted angel, but her heart was no less than an Angel! All she did was to spend her time in the Church but you came there to kill her."

"So you are one of Blythe's victim," Ian asserted. Seeing how the Demon was head over heel for Blythe, he could guess what the corrupted angel did that had the intruder to enter his castle even with his life on line. "The Demons who she seduce before killing. Compared to what I've seen from our first exchange of word, now I know you are truly stupid."

There was once anger swirling as if it couldn't wait to boil inside the demon's eyes, but it was replaced with a sudden confusion left by the word Ian said to him. Internally angry, he took a few moment to cool himself and process what Ian told him.

"What victim?" he asked, not wanting to believe what Ian told him. "You are lying to me! I know you are trying to put a rift between us. So that I won't kill you," the man wiped the corner of his lips. Being a Demon, his wound could heal on its own, although today his regenerative ability seemed to have slowed down for some reason he suspect to be the magic Ian had. "Blythe wouldn't kill anyone. She was someone who wouldn't even kill a fly. There were many other people who you could kill but not her. You are strong yet you pray on the week."

"It seemed that you don't know, but that's the rule of the living— the stronger triumphing over the loser's defeat. It is both foolish and immature if you think you could kill without being killed. Who told you that I killed Blythe?"

"You don't need to know who. It was just a passerby," the man brushed off his question, directing his glare and anger to Ian, the man who had killed his beloved without knowing who Blythe was and how the woman had used him for her mission.

Ian didn't care much about the man, but he was certainly interested in the person who had told the man that he had killed Blythe. Because that day, Ian was sure there was no one other than him, Elise, and one homeless man who hid in the second floor of the church knew he had killed Blythe.

The homeless man was insane, and he could barely tell who had killed Blythe. Which mean someone other than the three was there. Someone who had also told the intruder about him.

Ian looked at the man who was tattered, a flick was all it take for the man to die, he thought. "You said Blythe was a person who couldn't kill a fly? Well perhaps that's the reason why you are still here."

"Don't mock her, I will kill you even if it's the last thing I will do!" and without further ado, the man charged forward despite the amount of blood he exude.

"Try then," Ian put his hand up and down as the man was about to touch him, he failed as his body failed to reach him and fell to the ground. "Maroon," and in one call the butler appeared, "Clean this, and bring that body to the cell. He is still alive for questioning. There is someone who think my house is a party needed to attend."

While Maroon took care of the body swiftly, a soft click sound of shoes resounded, "Ian?" Elise called his name to see him standing in front of pool of blood while the darkness engulfed him as the flame on the candlestick was instantly blown by wind that came out of the opened window.