Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 82 - 81: The Blade Yet To Be Attained | Kaeliyus, the Severer

A chilling sensation coursed down Hayne’s spine. His limp hand snapped back up instinctively, gripping Seiya’s shoulder as he quivered before the demon—Kaeliyus.

Before setting out for Tokyo, Hayne had thoroughly researched the state of the world. Having been locked away for so long, he knew that much had changed, and no one would sit him down and explain it all. So, while searching for information on the children back in Sendai, he had also studied the balance of power—where the Awakeners stood, the role of the government, the nature of demons, the frequency of gate openings, and the dangers posed by monsters, rogues, and other threats.

He had committed every detail to memory. And yet, why had he failed to recognize the demon standing before him? A being so infamous that his name was spoken like legend?

Kaeliyus, a demon from the depths of the abyss. One who serves as both a weapon of severance and void. He suddenly came into existence in the human world for however long best known to him. He’s able to change forms—one into a sword and the other, his demon form.

Because he was unlike any known demon and possessed the power to sever anything, human greed was quick to follow. Many Awakeners sought him out, desperate to make him their own. They came with offers, bargains, and demands—yet he refused them all, deeming them unworthy.

Denied ownership, Rogues, Dewakeners, and Awakeners alike venture into his domain—the cavern—seeking to challenge him, and oftentimes to steal him in his sword form. But Kaeliyus, being who he is, erased every last one of them from existence—he still does as humans haven’t given up on owning him.

To this day, his name travels across the land like a myth—an unattainable legend that many fight to possess, yet none had succeeded in claiming.

Now, as Hayne’s gaze swept over the skeletal bones and the dried blood smeared across the fractured cavern walls, understanding dawned on him. The floating sword they had seen upon entering—it all made sense to him now.

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But, what bewildered him most was not the demon’s power or his reputation. It was the fact that Kaeliyus, this fabled entity, was kneeling before Seiya—a mere child.

He is a demon strong enough to wreck such damage on Seiya. Because Hayne’s consciousness ebbed steadily away during the battle, he couldn’t really see how Seiya had managed to win. A miracle? A stroke of fate? Whatever it was, Hayne silently thanked his stars.

The night had stretched into morning—the sun was starting to set—its golden rays spilled through the shattered remains of the cavern. The battle had left the once-intact space in ruins, allowing daylight to seep through the crumbling stone.

Despite the demon’s bowed posture, Hayne’s nerves remained tight with fear. But a small part of him felt a flicker of relief. If Kaeliyus was submitting to Seiya—for whatever reason—then at the very least, it meant he would not attack them again. That, Hayne reassured himself.

Ignoring the demon bowed before him, Seiya rose to his feet, picking his way through the rubble in search of his blindfold. The morning sun was growing stronger, and his eyes were too sensitive to withstand the light—or any form of bright light.

At his movement, the demon’s head snapped up, his gaze following Seiya’s every movement like a tracker. Hayne, unwilling to be left alone before Kaeliyus, hurried after Seiya.

"What are you looking for?" Hayne asked, his voice unsettled, eyes flickering anxiously toward the demon at intervals.

"Blindfold," Seiya replied curtly.

"Oh… right. Your eyes can’t handle bright light," Hayne muttered awkwardly before crouching down to sift through the debris alongside him.

As they searched, the sound of footsteps echoed behind them. Seiya paid it no mind, but Hayne stiffened, dread creeping up his spine. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

The footsteps started approaching them, getting closer and it caused Hayne to go still on his spot, goosebumps prickling his skin. He stood frozen, unable to move an inch as he felt Kaeliyus’ oppressive presence right behind him.

"Are you perhaps looking for this, my Lord?" Kaeliyus’ voice broke through the awkward silence and tension in the air.

Seiya’s ears twitched at the title. Slowly, he turned, his gaze settling on the black cloth resting on the demon’s outstretched palm.

"Mn," Seiya replied, approaching the demon. He took the blindfold—its fabric damaged by a jagged tear—then wrapped it over his eyes.

Turning, he strode over to where his staff rested, grabbed it and turned to Hayne.

"Let’s go," he told Hayne calmly, then turned and began walking away.

Before Hayne could take a single step to follow, Kaeliyus moved—in an instant, he was beside Seiya.

"My Lord," he murmured, matching Seiya’s pace.

"Even I know the weight of my sins," he continued. "The atrocities I have committed against you warrant my death, but….are you really not going to take me with you?" He asked, walking beside Seiya who didn’t acknowledge him—acting like the demon did not exist.

Watching from behind, Hayne felt another shudder wrack his body.

"Sei," he called hesitantly, his feet refusing to move.

Seiya turned to face him, meeting a wide forced smile across his face.

The moment Kaeliyus’ gaze turned toward him, Hayne froze again, his body locking up under the demon’s scrutiny.

"U-um… Sei," Hayne stammered, his eyes squeezing shut as he forced a nervous smile. "Why not hear him out?" He let out an awkward chuckle, though it did nothing to ease the tension coiling in his gut.

Seiya remained silent, his unreadable gaze never leaving Hayne.

But Hayne knew exactly how Seiya looked behind that blindfold. That unimpressed, deadpan stare. It made his forced smile stretch even wider, tight with nervous tension.

One glance at Kaeliyus sent another shudder through him. Without thinking, he hurried toward Seiya, making a dramatic, looping detour just to avoid passing too close to the demon.

When he reached Seiya, he grabbed him by the wrist and tugged him aside.

"Sit here and wait. Let me have a talk with him," Hayne said, easing Seiya onto a rock ledge.

Seiya didn’t move, his gaze fixed on him.

"Please," Hayne added, voice low and pleading.

Taking a deep breath, Hayne turned to Kaeliyus, suppressing the fear curling in his gut. "Let’s talk."

The demon cast a glance at Seiya before following Hayne a short distance away. Though Hayne wanted privacy to talk with the demon, he dared not leave Seiya’s presence entirely—not with a demon like this.

Hayne maintained a large space between him and the demon. Standing before the towering entity, Hayne forced a strained smile. "Why do you keep calling Seiya your Lord?"

Kaeliyus remained silent, his gaze lowering down on Hayne with an air of disdain, as if he was gazing at something insignificant.

Noting the contempt in his eyes, Hayne’s lips twitched, but he held his forced smile.

"You may not want to talk to me," he acknowledged in a low voice, "but you won’t get the chance to speak with him if you don’t talk to me."

Kaeliyus’ brow arched, his expression caught between curiosity and irritation.

"He’s not going to spare you a minute of his time—and as you saw, he’s been ignoring you, hasn’t he?" Hayne pressed. "And if you keep pestering him, he’ll kill you." Though the words were firm, doubt gnawed at Hayne’s mind—would Seiya even stand a chance in another battle?

Kaeliyus sighed deeply, irritation lacing his expression. "Fine, mortal."

Hayne’s smile widened, triumphant. "So, why do you call him your Lord?"

"Because he is," Kaeliyus replied curtly, reluctant as if the words were dragged from him.

Hayne narrowed his eyes in wonder. He wasn’t foolish enough to not understand the significance of a demon calling someone their Lord.

"And how do you know that?" Hayne pressed.

Kaeliyus’ gaze darkened. "His eyes and his staff. They are both unmistakable." He hesitated, then added, "No one else could ever possess them."

Hayne fell silent, turning the words over in his mind.

"You claim he’s your Lord," Hayne let out after a while of quiet contemplation. His forced smile had been wiped off, replaced by a serious look—his fear for the demon temporarily thrown aside. "Then…. who is he?"

Kaeliyus regarded Hayne for a long moment before parting his lips to speak—

—and the instant he did, an unseen force crashed down upon him.

The impact was merciless, slamming him face-first into the ground.

Hayne stumbled back, eyes wide with shock as he stared down at the demon at his feet—his face driven into stone.

Kaeliyus pulled out his face from the ground, bloodied from broken features. Blood smeared all over his face, trailing as he rose to his feet.

Hayne’s breath hung in pure shock. When the demon was fighting with Seiya, he had managed to notice how hard his skin proved. Not easily penetrated or bruised—yet, this unseen force had easily broken his features.

"Well," Kaeliyus started, unbothered by his bloodied appearance. "HE isn’t someone to be introduced," a faint smirk curled his lips. "HE is someone who makes known, his own existence."

Hayne gazed at the demon with confused eyes, prompting him to continue. "He alone will make himself known. Just be patient and watch."

Hayne’s throat felt dry. His mind whirled as he turned to look at Seiya—who merely gazed back, unbothered.

He started to think things through in his head. How Seiya’s eyes weren’t at all normal. How his staff mysteriously came to be and his things had been going up till now.

What is he? A demon? Or perhaps, a half-demon, half-human?

Just who—no, what—is Seiya?