The Demon’s Bride

Recommended Music: 911 — Ellise

Reinhard didn't know what happened. In instance blackness came all over his sight and when he knew of it, his subordinates had been taken down. The dark sorcerer turned his back, he turned his back on his subordinates' plead and ran away but not without a cost as he lost his arm and had several puncture wounds all over his body.

He saw the man who stood alone, his face was not who he knew or has seen before, but taken the notice of his black bat wings, he concluded it was a Demon. Time didn't wasted when he left the spot.

Leviathan left to walk toward Elise. His hand touched her forehead, feeling the sweat had dampened her fair skin, her eyes were closed and he pressed two fingers on her wrist. The pulse of her heart had became normal but she had lost quite amount of blood. Checking once again that he was alright, a voice came, "He is coming."

Leviathan turned his head to see Heaven, the Angel whose eyes were blind. After finding out about the barrier and her daughter in danger, Leviathan flew over toward Lucifer who offered Heaven to call Ian.

"I can tell," and he meant it literally. The blood thirst could be felt from behind him, and it was so sinister that he never felt before. Leviathan's hand continue to linger on his daughter's hands. How much she had grown. Her small hands that wasn't able to hold a single apple alone had turned larger that she could hold a thicker book, and her features had turned so similar to the woman he loved, her mother.

"Levi," said Heaven, reminding again.

Leviathan hatefully retracted his hand. He could talk with Ian, and perhaps it would be the easiest thing to do if he reveal himself as her father. Yet he was someone who had left her to suffer alone. Considering the situation, he was blameless, but he blame himself. He cannot face her now and neither could he face the Demon who is the groom of his daughter as right now the man only wish for blood of who had hurt Elise. If he was here, only fight would break out and he didn't desire that.

"Take care," whispered Leviathan to Elise. Taking a step back, his body turned into a crow and he flew away at time Ian had came.

His shoes scrunched on the body below him, the soft sensation didn't bother him nor did it bounced his feet as one stomp of his black leathered shoes was enough to break all bones of the person's body, turning them into unanimated carpet.

Half of his handsome face had been covered by blood which dripped to his black shirt and gray vest. His coat covered the rest of the blood from coming to touch his inner shirt. Like a large clasp, he held onto a lump mass of blood which was a heart of some relic he passed by and he threw it across like a priceless pebble stone when his red eyes found Elise.

He hurried to her side, and raised his hand only to notice how his gloves were soaked by blood and took it off as he didn't want to touch her and instead only smeared her in stained skin from the dirty blood. 

He saw the blood from her lips and her nose, and anger rose from his body, the shadow of anger covered his face, only showing his bright red eyes that went wide with the ire.

Heaven who stood beside Ian and Maroon who came behind also felt the shrill trepidation which hit them like a living ocean wave. It was as if they were eaten by a monster and unable to move despite knowing they need something to run away as the monster was coming to kill.

"Elise," Ian softly called her name. His eyes showed panic and for the second time, the emotion came and developed worse than before. He touched her cheeks. and felt her pulse. So far, Elise appeared to have a normal juncture of loosing her consciousness.

"Milord, Hallow is there," Maroon pointed the dog that was out of consciousness. Ian tipped his chin for the butler to leave and check the condition of the grim reaper.

Ian went back to touch her cheeks, softly bring the padding sound as he try to wake her up, "Elise? Please answer me."

Elise's eyes moved underneath her closed eyelids and when a small moan escape her lips, Ian sighed a breath. He carried her by his arm, and looked around the place for a moment. He noted how the body of dark sorcerers were sprawled everywhere.

Terror was pained on the last expression of the bodies. Lines of red danced on the ground, kissing death on the place as they slipped and slid out from the torn limbs and severed head of the corpses, showing the lump of organs and the white bones of the severed limbs. 

The gore. 

This wasn't Elise, thought Ian. Someone had came before him. His smart red eyes moved over Heaven, "Did someone came here?"

Heaven was an Angel, but he wasn't Gabriel who could not lie; the man replied, "I came later when everything of this had happened."

Clearly he was lying and Ian could feel it. He didn't discuss it further as Elise needed a soft place and a bed for herself. He passed by the two trees across the place, bringing his beloved Elise when his coat that was blown by the wind was caught by a person's hand. 

Ian didn't lowered his chin and only his eyes did. He stared at the human woman who caught the hem of his coat, looking alive although the freckles of red and her pallid eyes made her look like a living corpse or ghost. Only a glance, he didn't need to question to know why Ellen was here— and who she had assisted here— and her reason to apply for help.

"L-Lord Ian... Help me...!" Ellen Dunn pleaded, she wasn't exactly in danger as she had only lost her legs but indeed if she was to be left here alone, her body would soon be tired of issuing the blood from her body and she would die.

Ian looked at the woman a faint smile appearing which the woman took as a spare of kindness, "Maroon, bring her." 

Dying from blood maybe painful.

But it was not enough for a woman like her.

She had to face more pain enough to make her go mad and wish for death for she had hurt the wrong person. She had harmed his bride. His bride.

He will destroy those who hurt even a thread of her hair to the point where even Hell's torture would be better.