The Demon’s Bride

Once again Elise was not sure if she had seen it right. Black shadows, almost like dogs covered the blade. She closed her eyes. The last time Elise had seen black fogs like these was on the time when she had met Martha and Lipton's Manor. But a blink made the shadows to go away.

Thinking that it would be the same, she closed her eyes, opening only to see that the black dogs still settled on the blade, "Ian," she whispered Ian's name and his eyes quickly shifted at her. Ian loved the way Elise called his name. Her voice was nothing less than a melodious canary, a voice that would put mermaids in shame.

"What's wrong?" Ian asked, pressing his eyes to the blade Elise saw.

"There are black shadows here, on the blade," and here Elise had formed a conclusion that the death shadows could only appear on a person. Because a dagger was not a living being. "Can you see them?"

"There is nothing there to my eyes," Ian answered, and Sister Blythe also sees the same. It was only a blade but that wasn't what appeared to Elise's eyes.

Without hesitation, Elise trailed her finger to the blade, touching the black shadows when she felt her consciousness suck away to a black view. Opening her eyes, Elise could only see faint figures. It took her another few moments for her to see that two women were standing, one holding the dagger and another one trying to stop the former from pushing the dagger to her heart.

They both were one over another, squabbling until they both rolled on the ground. She heard a shout, "Blythe!" shouted the woman. Elise can't see which was Sister Blythe and who was the other. She can't also tell who had screamed. 

"Elise." On her name called, Elise felt herself pulled from whatever vision she had seen. She turned to look at Ian, who had called her name when noticing Elise had stood with her eyes looking at one same spot bleakly.

Elise quickly turned to Ian, her words spilling quickly, "I saw Sister Blythe fighting with someone. I didn't see it clearly but both of them were fighting. One was trying to push the dagger to kill another."

"Did you see their faces?" Ian asked before all.

Elise shook her head with disappointment, "I can't. I didn't know who was Sister Blythe either; they were both wearing the same clothes."

Sister Blythe heard her name and she frowned, her eyes looked at Ian with a hint of disgust after learning that the man was a Demon, "What are you both speaking of?" Her voice was hard on Ian.

"Death shadows," Ian filled in, he took the dagger, closing it before tossing it away with his brows pulled tight. The scent from the dagger was beyond stinky. It didn't smell good for Demon, and Sister Blythe killed twenty more demons, making it smell even worse. "That dagger stink like Hell, because of the Demons you killed."

"Demons deserve to be killed," scoffed Sister Blythe, her voice was no longer kind that had Elise to frown. "Just like you. If I am not bound now, I would kill you!"

"Tough luck with that," Ian squeezed his hand, having Sister Blythe cry in pain and he put the woman on the ground. Ian didn't bother with the woman, looking at Elise instead, "When you touched the black shadows did you see the vision?"

Elise nodded, and she furrowed her brows when she said, "There was something different from the two women in the vision."

"What was it?" asked Ian, intrigue filled his voice.

"One of them had a very black hand, like coal to their fingernails," as she said this, Elise saw Ian's eyes flickered for a moment and he narrowed his eyes. 

"I see, this stupid corrupted being," Ian uttered the word to Sister Blythe. "Take a step back Elise, and don't touch the dagger or this woman again."

When Elise we about to speak, sister Blythe laughed aloud, her head flung to the back. She looked at Sister Blythe whose face shed no kindness. "A Demon playing to be kind, how laughable." she snorted.

"Shading Demons here, are you?" Ian didn't need to squeeze his hand further. The woman was weak, in one more squeeze, she would die. As much as it would be pleasing to see the foul-mouthed woman die, they still had questions for her to answer. "Not that I don't mind you dissing them, but do you think you are holy either? Corrupted angels, one of the beings that are most despise from Heaven. It's a question of why you are still here in the Church. I thought angels by now would be here, chasing for you to kill you."

Sister Blythe looked angrier when this was brought up. Her eyes shimmered from the hate and despite. Seeing this Elise, can't help but feel she had grown more distant with the woman. 

In the past, despite her life being rough, she remembered the woman was a kind one, with a heart like a kindle of warm Sun. She often remembered how she would run to the church to be safe with the woman. But now Elise learned what she recalled which she thought to beauty failed to turn to reality. 

While trying to take her from Ian, the woman had pulled out her dagger, wanting to kill him. If not for Ian's quick wit, he would have died. 

The thought had anger to set a small flame inside Elise.

Ian peered his eyes down on the woman, his voice grew daunting, "Or it might be God that gave you amends, sister? Just like what you preach to me earlier, that God would forgive you with his endless mercy?"

Sister Blythe struggled to stand up, but her body was forced to stay on the floor, "Why should I, tell you, a demon?" The despise Sister Blythe had for a demon was clear, and Elise, who had never seen so much hate from the woman's face, was surprised by the immense change. 

Ian didn't take the words to offense and instead, he laughed. The laugh failed to look happy as a cold glint took place on his eyes, "Because you are going to die if you not."