The Demon’s Bride

Elise darted her eyes to the bed. Compared to her bed, it was large and luxurious. She had not seat on it but she could confidently assume that the bed was bouncy and soft. Her eyes then shifted to Ian again. 

Ian was a person with tremendous intellect. Elise knew that he had heard and remembered her words said previously on her bed of how a man and a woman couldn't stay on one bed to avoid rumors and things that shouldn't be done before marriage to take place.

Still, he had offered her the side of his bed. Elise didn't think she should remind him, but she did anyway, "A woman and a man-" she started only to be cut by Ian.

"-Cannot stay on the same bed. You've repeated it multiple times that I'm afraid you will turn to a parrot. You are my bride, is there a problem for the rumors to happen? I don't mind," Ian amused, his eyes looked at Elise in the way that often made her feel her skin tingle. "Those scandalous rumors, we could even put it to reality. It would be a shame if they could speak whispers of what we are doing in the closed room more erotic than what I could do to you."

Ian didn't filter his words, and this only had the pure Elise to have her cheeks turned pink. "T-that... Before marriage is... and you promised," Elise didn't know why by saying this she felt slightly disappointed. The disappointment was small but she could somewhere sense it budding.

Ian chuckled. His sweet Elise didn't know everything she did was only a large temptation to him, "Yes I did promise didn't I?" Elise wondered if it was her imagination or that it was true that she felt something underlying beneath his words. 

Ian sounded as if he wouldn't fill his promise the way she thinks he would.

Elise heard him ask again, "Are you not going to seat?" How could she after he spoke that way? wondered Elise. Ian was like a sweet temptation; like honey for bee, which the bee was her. His offer was sitting was less of a casual offer of asking someone a seat. It was as though he offered her to start something that his words often allude without being subtle.

One step thought Elise. Frankly, the whole night after their first kiss, the only thing that could fill her mind was the kiss and his bed; and what comes after the bed. 

Her eyes on the shoes begin to shift as she pushed herself from the fall. But Elise walks too slow that Ian had stood up from his bed. He walked to her, his stride long making her giddy.

Ian held her hand, his smile widening and despite the lack of light, he shone bright like the pair of red eyes he had. Bringing the knuckles of her hand to his lips, he kissed them daintily, "Are you going to stand here while talking, take a seat, or maybe learn the sweet pain and pleasure I told you from before? Make your choice sweetheart."

The words were sensual, brimming with the intention he boldly stated. Elise stared at Ian's red eyes that watched her and every move she made, making her felt captured and she was inside his room. 

"S-seat," whispered Elise, when the words left her mouth, she breathed in a mouthful of breath to ease her jumpy nerves.

Ian curled his lower lips, showing a disappointed look and he shrugged his shoulders, "Okay," he stepped away, "Go on."

Elise stepped away, walking to the bed, and took a seat while knowing she was watched. Ian instead didn't move. He leaned his back on the glass door, his gaze burning brighter in the darkroom.

"Is the black shadow a part of my power? And the vision that came after?" she asked. To see the vision before death, and to know what happens. Elise didn't know if it was good to be able to see deaths before it happens so she could warn people or was this a curse.

"It seems so," Ian replied, his gaze didn't shift and he meaningfully looked at her, "From now on, don't touch the black shadow carelessly," Ian warned her.

"Why?" Elise didn't understand. Wasn't seeing the shadow and the vision of death would help them to solve the problem?

"Not all death is good and pleasing to see Elise, you don't want to be traumatized for life," Ian offered her a sweet smile. Elise could only feel a soaring kindness from Ian for her that knows no bound. "I have never seen people who can see the vision before death. It's rare but I'm not surprised that you could attain the power. Your eyes, they do look at everything, don't they?" Ian pushed himself, his shoes clicked on the floor and he reached out his hand to wipe her lower lids, "They are lovely; both you and your eyes. I can stare at them all night long for another nine hundred years without feeling bored."

Elise's cheeks turned bright pink. She felt her hand caressing the surface of the bed, the furry quilt made from an animal that felt soft and warm. "Thank you," she whispered.

"All for you, I'm only stating the truth," Ian smiled. "I thought you would warn Blythe from the death."

Elise shook her head, "I don't think it is right for me to do so." Sister Blythe killed Demons, and the demons in hatred cursed her with the miasma. It was a matter of karma and something inevitable to happen. "What if I save people from their death by using the vision?" 

"I would not encourage you," Ian said, Elise looked at him without surprise, knowing that somewhere Ian would say this. "It's not because I see that saving others is pointless. It is pointless, but if you want to help I don't mind. However, death comes after death. You can't change anyone's death."

"There is no way?" questioned Elise and she saw Ian shake his head.

Ian continued, "If you change a person's future, saving their soul from their due, they would die soon in a different fashion, worse more people would be involved in the death. That is why grim reapers could never use their power to disturb a death. If they do, the death angels would chase them to the end of the world.

It was in Elise's nature to help people, but she was not reckless. She could understand crystal clear what Ian meant and how there was no method for her to save others when seeing the death vision. It made her felt guilty, for not being able to help when she knows what was going to happen. But then it was not to her ability to save people from death.

Ian sensed Elise being torn between two choices. He decided not to direct her in what to chose. Elise needs to grow, to become a person of her own, and that would not happen if he kept being the one to make decisions after decisions for her.

She would learn it through experience, and that may tear her heart but he was there in every time she needed an embrace.

"I would like you to stay here but I need to catch a rat," Ian twisted his lips from his dark humor. "So, my sweetheart Elise, would you like to stay here and wait for me or go back to my room?"

Elise could tell the rat Ian meant to be the Demon who had offered a foul offer to Sister Blythe. She took a pause and instead asked, "Sister Blythe believed in that Demons, but why would they want their fellow Demons to be killed?"

"No, it isn't a Demon," replied Ian, he pushed his hand below her lips and stared at it. 

Elise raised her brows, "Then it was really an angel?" So Sister Blythe wasn't lied to but instead, it was Ian who had lied? "But that wouldn't make any sense. Angels don't have a mind or will." Unless it means God would want to destroy Demons by sending angels to trick the corrupted angels, thought Elise.

"No, my suspicions are that person was a human," Elise looked at him, surprised and confused flickered on her mind. "Remember Elise, we live in a world filled with dark sorcerers who could change and shapeshift at will if they have the skill to do so. My best bet is that there was a dark sorcerer who for a reason had offered Blythe to kill Demons for their plan," Ian narrowed his eyes, "For a plan that we are going to put an end to."