Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 83 - 82: Sword of Severance— Acquired

Shaking off the urge to unravel the mystery of Seiya’s existence, Hayne refocused his attention on Kaeliyus.

"So, what now?" he asked.

"Serve him, of course. What else?" Kaeliyus fired back, brow raising in question.

"Forget it. He won’t accept you," Hayne stated bluntly.

Kaeliyus stiffened, a flicker of fear flashing in his eyes as he glared at Hayne, irritated by his audacity. Though he wished to dismiss Hayne’s words, doubt gnawed at him. After all, he had done his ’Lord’ great damage, so it wouldn’t be surprising if he gets abandoned.

"And what makes you say that?" Kaeliyus asked, bracing himself for whatever reason Hayne might give.

Hayne held his gaze up at him, stretching the silence. He was savoring the rising tension in Kaeliyus, whose unease grew with every passing second. Then, with a blank expression, he finally spoke.

"Because you’re tall."

Kaeliyus froze, momentarily struck dumb. Of all the reasons he had braced himself for, this was not one he had anticipated.

"Hah?" he exhaled, disbelief lacing his breath.

"He doesn’t like tall people," Hayne explained. "Because they make him raise his gaze up high, which he finds…I don’t know, he just doesn’t like it." Hayne recalled the many instances Seiya had forced towering figures down to their knees before even acknowledging them.

"It’s okay," Kaeliyus let out casually. "I can shrink."

In the next moment, his form shifted, compressing until he stood no taller than a five-year-old child.

Hayne’s gaze immediately flipped toward Seiya, meeting his indifferent gaze, then back at Kaeliyus who now looked no more than a child.

"He’ll hate you even more if you do that," Hayne warned and Kaeliyus immediately morphed back into his original form.

"Why now?" he asked.

"Because it’s better you approach him in your original form. Either way, he still won’t accept you," Hayne declared, his tone firm with seriousness.

Kaeliyus’ gaze darkened. Leaning in, he loomed over Hayne, his cold glare tearing into him. "And who exactly are you to decide that?"

Hayne’s gut coiled tightly with chilling fear at the demon’s low, seething voice. His eyes shifted to Seiya, his presence reassuring him of his life. Because Seiya wouldn’t just sit and watch the demon kill him...… right?

Shifting his eyes back to Kaeliyus, Hayne met his icy ones and shuddered.

"Do you have any idea…" Kaeliyus’ voice was thick with rage, his eyes burning with suppressed anger. "Just how long….. how many decades, I have waited for him?"

He paused, his hot breath flaring over Hayne’s face. "Yet…you, a mere mortal—dare decide, when you have no clue about a thing!"

Peering into his eyes, Hayne could see the pure rage and concealed within that rage was pain.

Hayne’s eyes slowly started to spread wide as a thought came to him.

"Don’t tell me…" Hayne’s breath came out hot, realization starting to seep into him. "….he’s the reason you came to the human world," he asked, eyes peering into Kaeliyus’ for an answer.

Kaeliyus did not hesitate for a moment. "He is."

Silence stretched between them, both eyes locked onto each other.

Until at last, Hayne exhaled. "Alright." Only then did Kaeliyus straighten up from leaning over Hayne.

"Now then," Kaeliyus started. "I’ve answered your question…it’s your turn to answer mine."

At this, Hayne tensed, bracing for whatever the demon would ask him.

"Why’s my Lord like that?" He asked, glancing over to Seiya. "He seems…incapable of processing emotions that even I, a demon, can."

Kaeliyus studied Seiya with quiet intensity before shifting his gaze back at Hayne. "And that scar over his face… how did it come about? Why does he wear a blindfold? Is it to hide the scar, his eyes, or both? And earlier, I saw a large scar over his chest before I healed him—and another across his stomach. Why is the young Lord so battered like he’s been through a lot?" Kaeliyus bombarded Hayne without a chance to breathe.

Hayne squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling with a strained smile.

"Yes, yes, I get it," he muttered, raising his hands in a gesture to calm the demon.

"I am calm. Just tell me," Kaeliyus pressed.

"Well… I can’t tell you much right now," Hayne admitted, earning a sharp glare from Kaeliyus. Meeting it with an easy grin, he continued, "But I can say this for certain—he’s been through more than you can imagine."

Kaeliyus’ face darkened, his pain and anger barely concealed.

"And the people who put him through it all?" he asked, his voice tight with barely restrained rage.

Hayne sighed. This was precisely one of the reasons he didn’t want to tell Kaeliyus about it just yet—the other being that he doesn’t yet trust him.

"Well, I can’t tell you anything yet cause I don’t trust you," Hayne stated flatly. "You’re a demon…and honestly, I’m still against you coming under Seiya. Only God knows what you might do to him," Hayne let out, telling it bluntly to Kaeliyus’ face.

Kaeliyus scoffed. "You and I both know having me by my Lord’s side proves more advantageous. With my power, I can protect him." His eyes narrowed down at Hayne. "And as for trust, there’s no need to worry—a blood covenant is required for me to serve him. Surely, you know that demons bound by such covenants are unable to break them."

Hayne of course knew how advantageous it would be to have the demon by their side—and the blood covenant just made it easier for them.

"Fine," he relented. "Let’s just hope Seiya agrees."

"My Lord is benevolent. Of course, he will!" Kaeliyus declared, his eyes glittering with admiration—body swooning as he thought of Seiya.

Hayne stared at him, exasperated. Only some time ago had the demon been irritated at Seiya’s presumed arrogance, but suddenly now, he’s fangirling over him—how ironic.

Kaeliyus’s expression turned stern as he refixed his gaze back on Hayne. "So, are you going to tell me now?" he asked in a firm tone, referring to Seiya’s past.

"Not yet," Hayne replied, turning away. With a frustrated sigh, Kaeliyus followed.

When they reached Seiya, who sat waiting patiently, Hayne stepped forward. "Sei," he called softly. Seiya lifted his gaze, meeting Hayne’s eyes.

"This demon here," Hayne began, gesturing toward Kaeliyus, who now stood beside him, "wants to serve under you. What d—"

"Pass," Seiya interrupted, dismissing the matter before Hayne could even finish.

Hayne and Kaeliyus threw each other a glance, visibly stressed.

"Sei," Hayne pressed, preparing to reason with him. "I know this may seem sudden and strange, but we need him." He glanced at Kaeliyus before continuing, "His power could be crucial if we want to get our revenge."

Seiya remained silent, his gaze steady on Hayne. Seconds passed by till he finally spoke. "What revenge?"

Hayne’s brow twitched. He clenched his jaw, cursing Seiya’s deteriorating memory, but forced a smile. It was about this he was working on, which made him send Seiya and his elite out of the house—so Hayne let it go for now, knowing he would fill Seiya in later.

The topic about their revenge resurfacing caused a realization to strike Hayne—one so sudden his mouth fell open in shock.

Seiya and Kaeliyus both gazed at him, puzzled by his reaction.

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Hayne had completely forgotten that Seiya’s mother was still lying in that house, dead. And it’s been hours now—the shock he felt was indescribable, leaving him momentarily speechless.

"I’ll explain everything later," he finally said, referring to the revenge. His voice was quieter now, more measured. "But for now… just trust me, please," He demanded, earnestly.

Seiya said nothing. He simply sat there, as if contemplating, his expression behind the blindfold, unreadable. Until at last, he let out, "No." Short and decisive.

Green vein pulsed on Hayne’s forehead as his frustration mounted while Ibyu chuckled lightly within Seiya.

{Sei, you should take him under you as well,} Ibyu’s voice echoed in his mind.

Seiya gave no response, prompting Ibyu to try again.

{It’s just like when you took in that elite. Remember what I told you—about acquiring allies that will fight by your side when needed,} Ibyu reasoned with him. But still, Seiya remained silent.

{You stubborn—! Ugh,} Ibyu let out an exasperated sigh,

{This demon seems to know a lot about you,} Ibyu pressed, more insistent this time.

{Aren’t you curious to know your origins?}

Seiya’s fingers curled slightly, but did not say a word. According to those around him, his mother had been the woman they brought with them—the same woman who now lay dead in that house. His father, they claimed, was Mr. Sanio. So what origin could he possibly want to find out about again?

{You don’t seriously think you’re a normal human, do you?}

"…."

{For real?! Look at me—I’m your heart, yet I can talk! Isn’t that strange to you?}

{Not only that, but look at your eyes, your staff. Everything about you—about us—is weird. Don’t you want to understand why?} Ibyu asked in earnest.

{No, I mean yeah. This world is supernatural but still—we differ by a lot,} It added. {Do you not want to find out why?}

Seiya wanted to say no. He truly did. But he knew Ibyu and Hayne—that they won’t let the matter rest and keep pushing.

With a tired sigh, he turned to Kaeliyus and finally spoke.

"…Fine."

Hayne and Kaeliyus blinked, momentarily stunned by his response.

"I’ll take you under me," Seiya clarified, his tone flat and indifferent, as if merely fulfilling a formality.

"Yes… yes, my Lord. We heard you, forgive our delayed response—we were simply caught off guard." Kaeliyus bowed deeply while Hayne merely gazed at him, exasperated and wondering if he would keep bowing and apologizing for everything.

"Commence the blood oath or whatever it is," Hayne urged impatiently. He simply wanted to get this over with and return home to handle the more pressing matters at hand.

Kaeliyus knelt before Seiya, bowing his head with reverence. "Then, my Lord, let us commence the covenant."

Seiya offered no response, merely allowing events to unfold.

"I, Kaeliyus, demon from the great abyss, swear my loyalty to him—the connector of two worlds," Kaeliyus intoned, reciting the sacred incantation necessary to bind the pact.

At the mention of ’the connector of two worlds’, a flicker of confusion passed through Seiya, Ibyu, and even Hayne. But none voiced their curiosity.

Kaeliyus lifted his gaze. "My Lord, do you accept me as your demon and weapon?" he asked, still kneeling, while Seiya remained seated atop the rock ledge.

"I do," Seiya answered without hesitation.

"Then to seal the oath, your blood must sanctify this lesser being," Kaeliyus declared. "A single drop from your fingertip will suffice."

Without a word, Seiya picked up a jagged stone and pressed it against his finger, drawing a thin red line. Rising to his feet, he extended his bleeding hand over Kaeliyus, who parted his lips in eager anticipation.

From above, a droplet of blood fell, then another, landing upon the demon’s waiting tongue. Kaeliyus cradled Seiya’s hand with reverence, ensuring the sacred offering dropped steadily. His eyes gleamed with something between ecstasy and devotion, as if he were tasting salvation itself.

Then, as if the world itself recognized the moment, a sudden gale tore through the ruined cavern. Dust and debris spiraled into the air, churning like the herald of a new beginning.

From the sidelines, Hayne observed in quiet awe. The demon so many had sought—so many had failed to claim—was now bound to a mere child.

A slow, simmering thrill coursed through Hayne’s veins. A smirk ghosted across his lips, pulse quickening at the realization. With this power at their side, their path to vengeance burned brightly.