Anthony and Aegir couldn't help but to survey their eyes to the grand hall of a condominium. It was luxurious, a first for them. The hall was big with pale yellow marble tiles, gleaming with a beautiful glow. The crystal chandeliers resembled polished gems in a jewelry shop. There were also deep velvet plush armchairs serving as resting haven for those who wished for it. Two concierges were already there awaiting them for assistance, each with a warm smile on their faces. 
Aegir was in awe, it was indeed beautiful but it crossed his mind that humans are extravagant. He now knows the value of human currency and he's sure it's not cheap here. Aegir was holding Anthony's sleeves although out, afraid that he'll get lost any moment from now. "Master, are you sure that we should be here? " Aegir's voice was hesitant. They felt like a bit of dust in here. 
Anthony on the other hand, already had a background on these things since his aunt sometimes tags him along sometimes but... this... is too much. The motif of the whole place was full of sophistication. The windows were huge and expansive, decorated with gold and red satin curtains. Anthony nodded and smiled at Aegir. "Don't worry, we're just here for Mr. So. " He told Aegir who blew an annoyed breath. 
"And where the hell is that goblin? " Aegir raised his eyebrow which made Saint, who was ahead of them, chuckled. His 'dignified' persona slowly left him. He turned towards them and gave an answer, "I am sure that he's up to no good, you must brace yourself on what you're going to witness later! " he half joked and half meant. His father is a dirty old man with a disgusting amount of libido - perhaps the second one makes them the same but he's thankful that he is more handsome than him. 
Anthony sighed, he was supposed to go alone but Saint stopped him. "I really need to get in touch with him about the pre-order details of my book and some other things. I don't want it to get in the way with the other things. " Worry laced on his facial expression. By means of 'other things', it's their mission. It is also fast approaching. 
Saint winked and smiled. "You got it, man! But a warning... " He raised his index finger. "You need to have a strong guts to keep up with my father's shenanigans. " Aegir raised his eyebrow on what he heard, uttering a sarcastic reply, "My master kept up for years. Will that make him an idiot survivor or a little sweet victim? " Aegir emphasized the victim's word which made Saint shrugged as if he couldn't change anything about that part. 
Anthony was not dumb not to agree to that part. "Well, I guess. People learn from their mistakes. " Aegir pulled Anthony's sleeves and eyed him with an irritated look. "Shut up, it's not your fault. "
But Saint knew better, his father doesn't accept that he's at fault. 
Saint took a deep breath and in seconds, his face changed into the usual mask he used. He went to the receptionist, leaning a bit, with a smile all over his face - showing his white teeth. "Hi, we're here for Mr. So. I am his son, Saint and I have here some company, for business purposes, " he replied to the female receptionist who just stared at him, star struck. Saint winked, making the receptionist stop herself from smiling. 
Anthony and Aegir were whispering things behind his back. "He's also disgusting. Should we kick him? " Aegir suggested, grimacing. 
Anthony already made peace with the idea that Saint was 'that' type of guy, it didn't surprise him that he's like that. Popular with a lot more women reservoirs. "Nah, he's a worse case. Just watch him, " he replied, waving his hand dismissively. 
Saint mustered a forceful smile. He doesn't know if he'll be happy not being kicked or be insulted dubbed being the worst case? 
The receptionist smiled flirtatiously. "Ah, yes. Glad to see you again, Sir. Sure, you can go. Thank you for visiting us! " She signaled two concierges to assist them to the elevator. 
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They were now face to face with Mr. So's condo unit. It was already two minutes when they started to ring the doorbell, still they didn't get any responses from him. 
Aegir pressed it again, this time with force, over and over again. "Why is he not answering?! " Aegir knocked the door harshly. Anthony was also wondering and becoming a little irritated. Mr. So is a difficult person but deliberately ignoring them is too much. 
"Should we just leave? " Anthony said, tapping his feet impatiently on the tiled floor. Saint was shaking his head and replied, "I'll call the staff for a spare keycard. My father may be sleeping his ass out still. I am sorry about this. " Saint took his phone from his pockets with an irritated look on his face. He distanced himself from the two for a while. 
Aegir looked at Anthony and pointed at the door. "Can we just destroy this door? " Aegir's voice was calm but he sounded too serious, his fist was already crumpled. Anthony yelped softly, waving both of his hands in the air to say no. 
"Don't! We have to pay that if you do that! " Anthony warned Aegir of making the latter pout, getting the point of his master. 
Aegir's forest green eyes narrowed like a hawk, looking at the door as if there was something unusual he's seeing. "Maybe that bastard is already dead here. Who knows? " he blurted out. "Maybe he died in his sleep, drowning in his own greed, " he continued, curling up his lips into a small pout. 
Anthony shrugged, he never thought of the possibility of his goblin editor to be dead though he's quite sure a lot of people wished for it. He chuckled a little and spoke, "That's impossible. Bad grass never dies! Satan won't like him in hell anyways. " He snickered at his own joke. 
Seconds later, Saint walked towards them together with the condo staff. The staff hurriedly scanned the keycard on the scanner leaving a low beeping sound. The look pasted on the staff was palpable, his brows dripping in sweat due to nervousness. He bowed down to them. "I-I am sorry! We didn't bother to check on Mr. So since yesterday since he'll get mad if we disturb him! " The staff was stuttering. Anthony and Aegir don't know how to react in this situation, they didn't say anything. It was Saint who dismissed the staff who immediately rushed out from them. 
With a sigh, Saint was the one who pushed the door open. Upon opening the door, a strong smell enveloped their noses - it was rusty and foul. It was unpleasant enough for them to cover their noses. The smell was rather familiar to them - they already encountered it before. 
Anthony's body ran cold. It felt like an anvil dropped on his stomach and his heart was thumping loudly on his chest. It was Aegir who managed to speak, his face mirroring that of his master. He also felt the urge to back away from the room but he stood there frozen. "Why... Why does it smell like blood here? " His voice was almost a whisper, he couldn't swallow his own saliva. 
A chill ran down Saint's spine, his hand halted on pushing the switch of the lights. There was an ominous feeling creeping to his system. It was the same feeling he had felt when he was in that casino. He wants to throw up and lose his consciousness. "Hey, are you here? " He managed to call his father. Maybe he had done a nasty hobby here or something and he's just sleeping. 
It took one click to the switch for them to know what happened. Mr. So and a girl's body lie on the floor - bathed in their own blood. They were stuck like a statue, trying to process what they had seen. 
Until it was Aegir who screamed - a call of reality that indeed they saw a grotesque scene. 
Mr. So was dead. 
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