LOVER MONSTER!
88. Meetings and Discussions.

When Demian meets Erthian, his brother takes him to a star-rated restaurant which, in terms of luxury, is so dazzling. Demian was sitting opposite to Erthian at the time. A plate of spaghetti bolognese that he often encountered the Bellamy residence is now presented in front of him. Delicious looks amaze the eyes.

Looking at the food, Demian felt deja vu. Bad memories instantly spread in his mind, provoking nausea in his stomach.

"It's been a long time since we've spent time together, hasn't it?" Erthian opened the talk. The firstborn's smile was warm to the youngest who was now looking at him alertly. It was as if he was a giant scorpion.

"Eat, Demian. I've asked the chef here to prepare your favorite meal."

"As for information, my taste has changed a lot since I left Italy. Food like this no longer interests me" Demian said, responding with a hint of displeasure at his sharp intonation.

"Awww, don't talk like that. Just because you're on a different continent, it doesn't mean you'll forget your hometown completely, Demian.--

Deep down in your heart, deep down, you're still the same person. You're still my dear little brother."

Erthian said while reminiscing. In his mind, he remembered Demian in the past. His beloved sister who always makes noise in the kitchen just because of food.

"Did you remember? You ever had a fight with Nana because you must have had a lizard?"

"I remember that bastard who had ruined my lunch" Demian said, his eyes straight at Erthian.

It was still fresh in Demian's mind how Erthian would often ruin his lunch. The bastard will meddle his food with various animal carcasses, laxatives, laxatives, and sometimes-without feeling guilty-Erthian would mix the poison in there and make Demian land on the hospital bed for months.

Because of Erthian, Demian never trusted food in his house at all. Demian would only eat lunch outside, and when dinner, Demian would cook his own dinner.

"That was a good time, wasn't it? Aaaah, we've missed a lot as brothers."

"Seeing I suffer is definitely a good time for you." Demian did not understand the contents of his brother's head at all, for God's sake. Demian just wanted Erthian to leave Vegas immediately!

"Demian.., eat. This time I didn't mix anything in your food. Trust me, I'm an adult now. I'm not as happy as I used to be."

The problem was, in Demian's eyes, Erthian was always full of black fluffy wits. Whether he was 9 years, 17 years, 21 or 31 years old, Erthian was just as crazy. He hasn't changed, he's just getting bigger physically and maybe-, getting cunning.

"I'm not hungry" Demian said. "I came here because you and your cronies wanted to see me, so. Whatdoyouwant?"

"No patience" complained Erthian.

"If you don't want to talk, I'll go."

"Demians, Demians..." Erthian spoke like a song. "Are you sure you want to just walk away? I mean, it's rare that you get a chance to talk to me face-to-face, you know? Aren't you curious as to what I'm trying to say?"

Erthian's words were like temptation.

To be honest, Erthian's remarks made sense, but Demian was reluctant to admit that. Erthian who had Demian talk must have wanted something from him. Although Erthian drags his talk intentionally irritating Demian, Demian knows that Erthian is not out and risks his health just to reminisce.

The man was a demon from hell, his every move carrying a veiled meaning.

Demian could not leave Erthian just like that and ignored the danger that was likely to come with him. Demian could not close his eyes. He must continue to be on the lookout for the threat named Erthian.

"Tsk..." At the ends, Demian forced his buttocks to stick on the soft bench. His index finger tapped on the glass table before him, implying a noticeable impatience.

"As I said," Erthian said back. "You can't completely change, Demian. You're still my dear sister."

Erthian knew Demian's weakness and how Demian's brain worked. Erthian knew what he had to do to defeat Demian.

"Now.., eat." Erthian is back.

Thinking that his serious conversation with Erthian would not occur until he ate a plate of spaghetti in front of him, Demian would not eat the food. Although there was no foreign taste there, nor the carcass of the animal as usual, Demian felt suffocated as the iron spoon greeted his mouth. The memories swirling in his mind carried trauma.

A few minutes later.

"I'm done" Demian said. Without enjoying a single inch of the spice on his plate, feeling how soft and delicious the texture of the paste was in his chew, Demian managed to stuff the contents of the plate into his mouth.

Her slightly watery eyes held back the vomit, but it didn't matter. Demian had already missed his hardest obstacle.

"I thought watching you eat always made me happy." Erthian smiled with happiness. "It feels like going back in time. I really hope to be able to repeat this moment with you soon."

"What do you mean repeat?" Demian would rather die than repeat this moment with Erthian.

"Well, here's what I'm talking about, Demian." Erthian took a sip of the orange juice that was on the table, presented to him. "Dad wants you to come home with me."

"Huh?"

Is that why Erthian came here? No.., that's weird. A sickly Erthian wouldn't come here just to bring her home, would he? If Christian wanted to go home, the bastard would have definitely ruled a stronger and more competent person than Erthian. Hestia, for example.

Demian was more of the type to listen to Hestia than to hear Erthian.

"I see you're starting to put something on your mind" Erthian said. "Don't think too much about the situation, Demian. I just happen to want to visit you and I want to take you home, that's all."

"The situation at Bellamy's been very unconducive since father's accident." Erthian continued to give an explanation. "Of course, I'm fine. However, his subordinates began to create their own strongholds and create unnecessary problems. Uncle Kenan, for example. He almost died at my hands because he was acting."

That.., surprising. To Demian's knowledge, Kenan was as powerful a figure as Hestia. Demian did not expect that the man would create a rebellion against Christian, and even though he had almost died in the process, he would have already gathered many followers.

Is it because of that instability that Christian wants him home? But for what?

"I didn't know that the situation at Bellamy could be upset. That's concerning, but.., I don't care at all." Demian finally gave a response. Anyway, he won't be coming home.

"Don't talk like that. After all, Aunt Hestia misses you so much. That Ja-lang talks about you all the time, Selina to the point of hearing him talk."

"Daaan.., it's still none of my business."

"Demian.., you always say this and it's none of your business, even when you're still in Sorrento with me. That's adorable, but..., did you forget that apathy always brought you nestapa?"

(Apatis : indifferent.)

"Is that the threat I just heard?" That's clearly a threat.

"I'm just nostalgic, Demian. I remember how things you didn't care about, ended up bringing destruction to you."

"That brings destruction to me is your existence. Everything that has happened to me, happened solely because of your madness, Erthian. Don't blame anything else."

Erthian chuckles. "You're talking like I've never warned you before."

"Threatening to be more precise," Demian err. Demian remembered how Erthian would ruin his life if he refused the bastard's orders. Demian was extremely poultice to Erthian's habits and it was sickening.

"I won't bow down to you just because you've threatened me so many times, Erthian. In another sense, I would never want to go home with you to that hellhole!"

Demian's decision was unanimous. He had sworn not to step on the land of hell, not least Erthian died.

"Well, if that's your decision. I'm not in a position to force you." Erthian smiled sayu. "After all, you'll come home with me. I know because I've always obeyed my father's orders, Demian. I became his successor because I never failed in living out his orders. You know that fact, right?"

"..."

"Demian, you're going home. I'll take you home." Erthian smiled cheerfully. "When we meet again soon. Make sure you pack your things."

"What are you gonna do, Erthian?" Demian immediately stood up when he saw Erthian standing up. This conversation is not over, not for Demian. He had no idea what the devil's brain was up to.

"Come on. Maybe I'll just wait for your arrival. How about that?"

Demian would not believe Erthian's obvious lies. He certainly has his own plan.

"Erthians!"

"Oh, anyway.., Angela cried so hysterically that night." Erthian paused briefly beside Demian. "He feels he's been tricked by you, Demian. How can you do that, huh? You hurt a very beautiful woman."

"..."

"Hahaha.., you should see how sad she was that night. He cried with a disgusting expression. Aaaaah.., I'm guessing, you won't fall in love with a woman like her. Impossible, impossible." Erthian spoke while laughing cheerfully. "You haven't changed at all, Demian."

"..."

"That's a relief."

It was fun for Erthian. At least, Erthian knew what cards he needed to play.

"I'll kill you if you dare to do something bad here, Erthian!" Demian's threat and the way he spoke seemed so adorable in Erthian's eyes. Rather than feeling the vigilance, Erthian grabbed his sister's cheek and gave a gentle swab there.

"I'd really like to see you try, Demian."

If Demian had been able to kill him, Erthian thought, his youngest brother wouldn't be in Vegas right now. Demian will not breathe in this city of sinners, Demian will not escape.

"I know, Demian...., deep down, you love your brother too, don't you?"

Just then, without being able to respond to the Erthian that had passed, Demian fell slumped at his feet, heart pounding wildly in a furious rage. Demian stared at Erthian's departure with reddened eyes holding back the tantrum.

Demian was so angry at the fact that he couldn't touch Erthian. He couldn't be a killer to get rid of Erthian. Demian was unable to become a demon capable of killing his own brother.

In the end, when Demian managed to drag his feet away from the restaurant, Demian spewed out all his entrails on the lip of the highway. All the spaghetti that he had gagged in his mouth came out with all the disgust that had settled in his throat.

Jessica, Demian recalled the girl's face, and only then did she feel a little relieved.

Demian needs Jessica.

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