Chapter 16: Erodon the Wicked

Kairas sat patiently for days.

His eyes never left Ryan, who shifted uncomfortably in his spot across from Kairas' piercing green eyes. The smell of rotted flesh and old blood plagued the warehouse, even with some of the windows shattered and allowing outside air in.

Ryan couldn't move. The only time he was allowed to leave was to bring food back for them both. Should he had attempted to run, Kairas made it very clear he would hunt him down and torture him worse than the rest of Los Dragones.

"Why do you want to meet with Erodon so bad," Ryan asked again.

He tried earlier, but Kairas never answered him. Occasionally, he would pop the question as time went on, but would never receive a response. At least until now, to Ryan's surprise.

"That guy I froze to death in the alleyway days ago. He claimed to be your leader, but I knew that was a lie. Was it an attempt to stop me from meeting with Erodon? I don't know nor do I care." Kairas reached into one of the rotting thugs pockets and pulled out his Samsung.

Turning it on, and waiting a few minutes, Kairas pulled up the old news articles of the various victims who were brutally murdered with the message written on the wall in their blood and guts.

"He's the one doing all of this. It's not possible for a mere human to kill this way."

"Wait, you mean…"

"Exactly. Like me, Erodon is a being beyond mortal comprehension. I want his help to locate my brother."

"I knew he was odd, given the fact he claimed his attacks as hunts…" Ryan took a breath in between his words, then continued with a frantic tone.

"But, why! What's the point?! Erodon doesn't take any shit from anyone and he'll kill you for coming here, especially since some black haired emo punk smoked half of his crew!" Ryan covered his mouth quickly, then averted his gaze and lowered his head. "I'm sorry."

"You're going through a lot emotionally, I understand. I will let that outburst pass, only once. Consider it a thank you for being obedient." Kairas stood from the crate he was sitting on and stretched. "As for why I want to meet him, he and I share a common goal. That's all. My brother is a means to achieving that goal."

Ryan opened his mouth to ask, but the warehouse doors swung open and in stepped a man in a black blood soaked turtleneck. His silver chain was rusted, eyes holding heavy bags under them. Slicked back black hair and pale skin. He was at least six feet tall, and his red eyes met with Kairas' green ones.

"Who the hell are you," He asked with a gruff voice.

"I would ask you the same thing if I didn't already know. Erodon the Wicked. A Vampire above many others, second only to the rumored Dracula." Kairas narrowed his eyes, the warehouse filling with a cold air. "I want to conduct business with you."

"Funny kid. Go home, before you wind up like my.. Men. Wait a second, Ryan, what happened here?" Erodon asked, looking around.

Ryan shook his head, and just averted his eyes down, only glancing up to look at Kairas.

Erodon read his expression and exhaled. "So, you killed all of my men. Well, most of them in this lookout. For you to be here, and Ryan to be alive, must mean you either forced him to bring you here, or he brought you here on his own."

"I wouldn't! This kid is a monster!"

"That I can see."

"Let me establish something here, Erodon. In terms of our hierarchy, you're far below me. Naturally, my abilities trump yours, but even I can admit that as you are now, I stand no chance. A night of binging on blood and bathed in the light of the moon, your powers are still at their peak. You're fresh, while I'm worn down from lack of sleep."

Ryan looked at Kairas and listened to his words. He was clearly lying. There was no way Erodon would fall for it, right, Ryan thought.

"Even so, if I had to guess what you are based on your scent alone, it wouldn't make a difference. You give me too much credit, and I'm very honored. So, what is it you want? To stop me from killing?" He asked Kairas.

Shaking his head, Kairas replied calmly, "No. I want you to help me look for my brother. We both have the same goal in mind, and he is a stepping stone we must use to achieve it."

"That so? Why is that?"

Kairas looked towards the ceiling, closing his eyes as if remembering something. "You want to evolve past what you are. I have the power to allow that to happen. If you trust me." He held out his hand. "You want power to bring judgement down on the world of mortals. To erase Angels and their ridiculous ideals of purity. I want the same."

"You're a Fallen Angel though. You're supposed to uphold the balance of light and dark." Erodon walked forward and past Kairas, Ryan sticking close to his boss. "What would be the point in betraying half of what you are?"

Kairas was quiet for a moment. Erodon looked back at him, the two quickly catching eyes once more. Kairas' eyes were glowing brightly, a cold aura rushing around him. "My Father. He is the one I want to kill, and all those like him."

"Heh." Was Erodon's response, however, he felt the growing curiosity in him get the better of his judgement, and continued, "Maybe we can share ideas then. I want power, higher power than any single creature, that's true. And yet, that isn't my only goal. I want to ressurect the fabled Myra Yamishito. That very woman alone, has the power to make our dreams come true."

Kairas smiled then. A simple, quiet smile, but one that spoke volumes. "You're in luck then. My full name is Kairas Yamishito, and Myra is my mother. Her blood flows in my veins."

Ryan flicked his eyes between the two, feeling the atmosphere becoming more and more heavy. Erodon began laughing madly, holding his gut and licking his lips. "Wonderful! Simply wonderful! Looks like we can do business after all, Kairas!"

Kairas felt a slight tingle in his back. Closing his eyes, he exhaled, thoughts racing back to his brother. "Yeah… We can."