The Demon’s Bride

Elise had been staying at the side of the confession box when Ian had come out and like a wind, he had shifted to the back of the confession box. Sister Blythe came out a moment after where her path was blocked by Ian.

Elise walked closer, "Is it dark, Elise?" asked Ian. Despite the situation, he prioritizes her light.

"Yes, a little," she answered as when she tried to look at Sister Blythe, shadows covered the woman, covering her entire features that were not helping Elise to make out the woman's face and confirmed she was Sister Blythe. To mention, Elise didn't miss Ian calling Sister Blythe, not a human.

"Okay," Ian snap his finger, and flame began to lit on all candles surrounding the church, making them bright than ever. Ian reached out his hand and Elise took it for him to bring her to his side. "Now you can go and take a better look."

Now standing in front of Sister Blythe where no shadows could be seen, Elise stares at the woman and her eyes widened. 

When Elise was still young and living in this part of the village, Sister Blythe was known to be the most beautiful lady in the village. She can't quite clearly remember Sister Blythe's face with the number of years that had passed by. But now looking at the woman she looked the same as before. Not only was her black hair and blue eyes, but the fact that she didn't age, surprised Elise.

Ian noticed Elise's surprise, nevertheless, he asked, "How does she look? Is she the one?"

"Yes, she is Sister Blythe," she confirmed with a frown, "But how?" asked Elise when her eyes met the woman standing against her, "When I lived here, Sister Blythe, you were nineteen years old. It has been more than twelve years, but you don't look different." 

People age, and despite some having the luck for women to not age quickly despite their age, Sister Blythe was different. Even people who don't age had some changes in their features, but that didn't apply to Sister Blythe.

On other hand, Sister Blythe stared at her with a similar expression. When hearing the name called by the man who had barged to the confession box, her expression looked more stunned. "Elise?"

Ian pulled Elise closer as if to share his warmth in the cold winter. His smile widened where his eyes looked at Sister Blythe, not in tune with the smile he had, "I see that you have become acquainted already, perhaps seeing my bride triggered your memory, Sister Blythe?"

If not for her speaking, Sister Blythe would have turned frozen in spot, "Bride to be?" It took Sister Blythe a whole one minute to understand the meaning of the curse Ian mentioned inside the confession box. 

Letting the situation sink to the woman, Ian gazed at Elise, "Did she looked the same as she was in the past, Elise?"

"With no difference," Elise pulled her brows. This was as if Sister Blythe never age. 

"Thought so for a mix of heavenly being she would stay like this for the next fifty years," Ian said and he knew his words had hit straight to mark seeing the woman's eyes looking fierce at him.

"Sister Blythe is an angel?" said Elise in between her surprise. "But angels don't have a mind," Ian told her so before but Sister Blythe clearly had a will of her own.

"Yes," Ian raised his brow while looking at Sister Blythe, "Either side of your parent's must be a corrupted angel. Angels who have escaped from Heaven to live in the mortal's world for a very long time."

Sister Blythe was confused about how the man knows about it. But her confusion didn't stay long. She pulled her brows, eyes looking at Ian to say, "You are a demon."

"Was it not visible enough? I thought you knew, seeing how fast you tried to escape from the confession box like a rat," remarked Ian.

The woman didn't put an ear to Ian's remark, and instead, she shifted her gaze to Elise, "Elise doesn't get close to him! That person is a demon. Come here," Sister Blythe reached out her hand, wanting Elise to step away from the Demon.

Elise saw before Sister Blythe's hand could come to her, Ian's hand had moved forward first, he pushed his hand to the air, and an invisible force pushed Sister Blythe to the confession box. The wooden box cracked and a sound of groan came from the woman in pain.

"Touching my bride is a no-no, especially telling her to not get close to me. Tsk," Ian clicked his tongue, his smile falling from his lips, "You should be cautious with who your hand is stretched for. Not my bride at the least."

"Ian," said Elise, coming to his side after attaining his attention, "I don't think Sister Blythe means bad." Elise heard the sound came from Sister Blythe's back when she was pushed to the wall. It sounded painful and she could tell from the woman's eyes that she had no evil intention. In the past, Blythe had been the only person who was kind to her and she didn't want the woman to get hurt.

"That's where you are wrong, Elise," Ian's red eyes looked at her with a hint of teaching, giving her a lesson, he said, "You should never believe in what you see. Intentions lurk inside people and they came as invisible to other's eyes. But she can't fool me with her F-grade acting. This woman, here, look at what she is hiding."

Elise didn't understand but seeing Ian tipping his chin, she turned to look in Sister Blythe's direction and she saw the dagger that floated from the air. Ian continued to let the dagger fly toward Elise's side to then settle on her hand.

"This dagger does not affect much to me, but it is laced with a holy water and elements to kill Demon," Ian grinned at the woman who tried to struggle her way to escape from the intangible hand that had forced her to stick on the wall, "Did you think I don't know? When you tried to take Elise. You were going to slash the dagger to my neck, didn't you?"

Elise shifted her eyes at Sister Blythe. A clear hatred came across the woman's face. 

She heard Ian continued, "From the scent, I could tell that she had killed about twenty-one demons. Did you plan to make me the twenty-second, Sister Blythe?"

This had Elise to furrow her brows, her hands gripped tighter on the dagger she held; she looked down on the dagger which was now on her hand to see the dagger that had the handle to be decorated with a gemstone. Opening it, her eyes narrowed. To other's eyes, the dagger looked fine, but to Elise's eyes, black shadows appeared all over the silver blade.