The Demon’s Bride

On the other side, before Ian and Elise arrived back at home, Esther who left her room on the third floor sneaked in the most silent method as possible. She had also cast a simple magic on her shoes to nullified all the sounds that came from her shoes. Thinking that she was all set, she steps aboard on the idea of venturing the house without the presence of the head house.

Her clever idea was shattered when a soft tap landed on her shoulders like a dewdrop. "I don't advise you to continue walking there."

It had only been a day but the Demon's voice was instilled deeply into her mind from his continuous persistent way of ticking her off that she could tell who it was. Pulling herself together, Esther took a step back and pulled a surprised expression. 

"Oh!" She gasped, "Mr. Beel!" Esther said as if she was shocked by the man's presence. "What are you doing?" she instead asked.

"Well I couldn't sleep with the news guest roaming on the castle. I am a very bad sleeper, might you tell me how I can sleep better?" asked Beelzebub and his eyes run down on her black attire, "Though you seem to be confused on that question seeing how you are not wearing your sleeping gown and instead adventure around."

Esther frowned, she tried to veer the discussion but Beelzebub as akin to snake, slimy and sneaky and it was hard to fool him! "I cannot sleep."

"Why is that?"

Esther maintained her smile, "Maybe because of how soft the pillow is and wide the room was. I doubt you understand what I say as you seem to be a noble."

"Indeed I am a noble," confirmed Beelzebub. Near the man now, it was only at this time when Esther noticed how tall the man was, "But just because I am one doesn't mean I never experience the roughness of this world. Instead, the person who is always the happiest in the room might the one who have suffered the most. I live in the street once so I have felt everything anyone could ever felt."

"I doubt that," came Esther's sudden answer and it had her frown. She didn't know why but when she looked at Beelzebub's eyes, her lips felt loose than before.

Beelzebub curved his eyes, it appeared that his demonic power worked on her, "What? Do you mean you doubt I have felt sadness?"

She had said what needed to be said, "I mean experiencing everything that one could experience."

"Is that your way to fight me? Have you experience something that others never felt?" Beelzebub's eyes stared deeply into Esther's blue eyes as he posed the question. Esther was caught in a momentarily daze by his eyes.

Fractions of memories passed fast against her eyes, only when the darkest, murkiest part of her past came hovering on her mind was when Esther's blue eyes dipped into a color of black that didn't stay long as the woman stepped back, "I think today will be enough."

"Let me escort you-"

"I don't need it!" Esther swatted his hand that suddenly came to her shoulders. "I am warning you Mr. Harmstring if you continue to tail on me, I won't be showing any mercy."

"Feisty thing," Beelzebub chimed but Esther was no longer mood to entertain the man and stormed off the place. "But with this it seem like I have gathered some information from you."

The following day, Elise spent her time reading the book about the Demon's bride while sitting beside Ian who was working on the cases that appeared on the lands. "If I can't read that book, it would mean there is some kind of language barrier between us," said Ian, twirling the quill between his finger swiftly.

"Like how I am not able to read the passage about Lucifer but you could," Elise summarized, causing a nod from Ian's head. "What do you think is the reason?"

"We lack information about Hell but I guess it's the difference between us," Ian said and Elise sunk deeper into the cushioned chair with her eyes perusing the words and her lips pursed.

"Difference between us..." she drawled. "Is it because I am half Angel?"

"It shouldn't affect you. Think of how Lucifer is, we know he is half Angel and half Demon but he didn't met any wall when it comes to using his Demonic power and altering his bloodline," Ian placed the pen aside and pushed himself from the seat, walking next to Elise who he had bundled in a thick velvet duvet. "I am not a full fledged Demon either as I am born as a human yet I am able to read more than you who posses more of a Demon's lineage. Considering those, I think it isn't bloodline or our lineage that effect this."

That reminded Elise of Lady Lucy's diary. "What do you think your mother drank from your uncle?"

When reading Ian's expression it always came as a difficult task for Elise but now and then if the topic was about his family, she could easily take his emotions. The way his brows furrowed and eyes rolled away to the rim, he was annoyed to speak about his uncle, but still replied to her, "Maybe it's a drink that could help her labour safely and... don't give me that look my love. I know you are wondering if that drink could be the reason why my wings are made up from feathers?"

Elise nodded quickly, "It's a possibility if he is indeed a Satan worshipper," and what settled more in Elise's mind was the word 'Horrible Place' what does Lady Lucy mean? If she wasn't from the village from where could she have come from?

"There is an extent to what a human could do even if the worship Satan, including making me into acquiring feathery wings. Rather than the drink, I looked into Demon's horns and wings and it was told that they are acquired from bloodline."

"Which means your wings is different because of your lineage," whispered Elise and Ian nodded. She hoped they could have something more firmer, something that could help her confirm that this was the answer to all their question.

In time a knock rang on the door, "Milord, it's me Maroon. I have come after fulfilling the mission you ordered me."

Speak of the devil.