“I’ve severed the phone lines.” The teenager coughed dryly and waved a black coil of wires with loose cut ends in the air. “Don’t bother getting the mortals. This is a private matter between the two of us.”

Henry gritted his teeth and tore off the sunglasses from his face. Concealed beneath them, were glowing, amber devilish eyes. Almost instantaneously, a huge fierce aura was unleashed, though not sufficiently strong enough to throw the angel off his feet.

“Not bad.” The angel nodded. “It seems that the tiny shard of my halo has helped you to attain such a high cultivation”

“That – that halo shard is yours?”

“So you do not deny the fact that it is in your possession?”

“No.”

“Very well.” The angel reached into the midst of his trenchcoat and withdrew a coal black revolver. “You will have to be exorcised then.”

He cocked the revolver in his hands and fired. Three silver bullets propelled at once towards Henry. The demon did not attempt to dodge these bullets. Neither did he wince when they punched three entry holes within his chest.

“My gun’s pretty cool, eh?” The angel blew at the burning hot revolver and looked to the demon. “It’s able to fire three bullets at once.”

Henry grunted. “Nah, normal mortal weapons won’t be able to wound me.” The demon dabbed at his wounds with his fingertips and licked at the blood.

The blood was black.

“By the way.” The angel cleared his throat. “This weapon is a mortal one. But the bullets aren’t. I’ve drawn a few talismans with my blood and burnt them into ashes. The gunpowder in the bullets are mixed with these ashes. Surely, Mr. Crawford, you know the toxicity of an angel’s blood to demons? Especially demons with such low cultivation as yours.”

With a snap of his fingers, the angel ignited Henry into flames. He then leaned back against the door and observed the beautiful artwork of demon combustion. It was a few moments before he realized that the demon’s aura was still present.

“You aren’t dead yet?”

The room was utterly silent – apart from the crackling of holy fire.

“I know you are not dead.” The angel sighed before nodding. “It’s a good thing anyway. The halo shard in your possession must be a huge chunk then, to be able to alleviate your cultivation into a level high enough to withstand an angel’s blood.”