416 Red snow- Part 1

"I must say, I am quite impressed, that you had people gathered in here because you lack the competence to fight all alone by yourself. But I doubt you have been waiting for me," said Calhoun, his red eyes taking in a quick sweep at the demons, who had pitch-black eyes, "As far as I know, you have been working for the crown."

Unlike Calhoun, Weasley didn't bother to smile, and he stared at the King who had used his hand to deflect his attack with ease. "I didn't know you had abilities yourself." 

"One should always have tricks up their sleeves. You never know when it might be needed," the slow smile started to spread across his lips, before a dry laugh escaped his lips.

"I work for myself. You must know that by now," answered Weasley.

Calhoun hummed at the demon's words, "I thought it was little Lilith who had stolen the Hanima's chain, but it was you."

Weasley pulled out knives from his back, "Funny, isn't it? That the High House has so many people who don't work for the High House, but themselves."

"I would have to agree to that," came the calm words from Calhoun. "You will be quite surprised when you find the people in there, who are working and who aren't. Though I am curious to know who we're waiting for." 

When Calhoun went to put his hand in his pocket, the people around him turned alert, waiting to strike at him. But he pulled out the handkerchief from his pocket. "No need to turn skittish, dear," he said to the demoness who crouched her back. 

"He's more than what he has been showing you, Weasley!" spat one of the demons, who stood not too far away from the right side where Calhoun stood, "He has wings."

Weasley's eyes narrowed down at this information. Since the time he had been working for the High House, he had always found it to be strange that Calhoun arrived and left in a blink of an eye. Vampires had speed, but demons who were vampires had limitations, and they lacked the speed compared to normal vampires, while their abilities made up for the lack of quick mobility. 

"Those are not just normal wings. They are different," said another demon. 

"What are you, my King?" Weasley asked in a polite tone, waiting in anticipation, but instead of answering, Calhoun raised his hand to his face to yawn as if he was tired. "I know you, Calhoun Hawthrone. I have stayed by your side for so many years-"

"No hassle, my King. No hassle at all," replied Weasley, "There is still time for the next person to arrive, and we have plenty of time when it comes to dealing with you. It's not like some of us don't have wings." The demons who were standing around them sprouted bat-like wings on their back. 

"Before we start," said Calhoun, walking in a circle to catch a note of every single demon who stood there, "I do have a question. Do you know where Samuel Grevile and a woman named Jennine are?" 

Weasley wondered why Calhoun was asking about these two people, out of which, he didn't know who this woman was. "I think Lady Lucy will be a better person to ask that question. After all, he is her husband." 

Calhoun stared at the High House member who was soon going to turn as a former member of the High House once he would have his head torn from his body. 

"Thankfully she doesn't, but I will check with her just in case she knows about where he is," one side of his lips pulled up into a smirk, and the demons didn't bother to wait for more chitchat. They pulled out their knives and guns. 

Not a second more was wasted as the demons went straight at Calhoun without a moment of pause. Calhoun used his hand to stop the attack, while he used his leg to turn and kick one of the demons' stomach, who fell flat on the ground, while the others continued to go at him.

Weasley in the meantime tried to exhaust the fire that Calhoun had started by lighting up the carriage in flames. A passing passenger or someone from a distance would notice and alert the magistrate, which he didn't want. The truth was that there had been someone in the High House who had been keeping a watch, on not just him but every single person thanks to the cunt Lilith and her brother, who had been more than suspicious. He didn't know what Lilith and Luther were up to.

Calhoun, on the other hand, was attacked by more than three demons at a time, and it reminded him of the time when his dear grandmother had sent men to hunt him down for his head and blood.  

One of the demons, who stood behind watching the King and the other fellow demons fight, he pulled out the pistol that he was carrying in his back. His gloved hand fished for silver bullets, that was made under the pressure of holy water. Aiming it at Calhoun, he tried to get it right, but the King kept moving back and forth without standing in one place.

After carefully watching the fight, he finally pulled the trigger of the pistol that only ended up hitting one of the demons who choked on his own blood, before blood blubbered out of the demon's mouth before the person fell with his body catching up in fire. 

"Fuck!" cursed the demon who pulled the trigger. 

Calhoun raised his leg, kicking one of the demoness' stomach, who went flying away from the group of people to fall on the ground coughing. 

"He's just one single person," said another demon, looking at Calhoun to the others, "It shouldn't be that hard to take him out." 

"Don't underestimate him, Diego," warned Weasley. The other demons didn't know Calhoun closely, but that didn't mean Weasley wasn't aware of how powerful the King was. Calhoun's strength was on a higher level, something he often held back from using while playing with his prey. 

"He's just one person, and we are so many of us," said the demon named Diego, "What do you think is going to happen when the crown falls?" he asked, tipping his chin. 

Weasely stared at Calhoun. He didn't expect to have him here, but now that he was here, Weasley didn't see the point of not killing the King. Once he would be dead, a new person would take charge unless the Queen was bearing a child. 

"We were waiting to sacrifice people tonight. Do you think he is enough?" asked a demoness, "Put him in the fire and have him burn." 

Unlike the other demons who were underestimating Calhoun's abilities, Weasley didn't. He stood there on the sidelines, watching them fight. "What do we do with him??" came the question from the demons. 

"Burn him like the others," ordered Weasley, and the other demon pulled out the trigger, this time right at Calhoun's shoulder. 

"A silver bullet always affects a demon or a vampire, especially the ones that have been made under the pressure of holy water. When it hits a person, it starts to diffuse in your body before your insides start to melt," said Diego, educating Calhoun as if he didn't know about it. 

Another impatient demon jumped behind Calhoun, swinging his hand to catch hold of the King's neck. But before the demon could get too close to him, Calhoun stepped aside. Using his hand, he caught hold of the demon's neck before squashing it flat on the ground where there was lesser snow. A loud crack was heard because of the demon's head hitting against the ground.