Chapter 417: Red snow- Part 2

The other remaining demons looked wide-eyed because no one had ever seen a demon's head being broken and smashed on the ground like an egg that was dropped to break and splatter. For a couple of seconds, everyone stood still, while Calhoun had bent down to make sure the demon would not wake up in this lifetime unless hell gave him another ticket to live in the realm of the living. 

"What impatient demons you have in here, Weasley. Not the kind who you would like to work with," stated Calhoun, while pulling out the handkerchief from his pocket, and cleaning the blood that was on his hand, one finger after another before dropping the handkerchief on the ground as it was of no use to him. "I thought you were better than this. Let me guess. Helena?" Calhoun's eyes looked at Weasley calmly.