The Demon’s Bride

"Was my order not clear to you all?" asked the man who stood next to the tree, his face covered and they were standing a few village away from the place where mess had taken place.

Reinhard was still bleeding where his shoulders continue to drip blood as he was missing an arm. He knelt while Thomas was standing beside him and Warren was lying on the ground, his body spasming after the man who had spoken first had whispered a single sentence of a deadly magic.

"How many Relics were on the village while the barrier was placed?" The man asked again, his voice was strict; calm but also malicious.

"Around thirty of them. The Demon Bride had killed them all, Milord," Thomas answered with extreme politeness as if each words were imbued with the politeness itself.

"How?" demanded the Dark Sorcerer Lord for answer. His face was covered by shadow, letting only his broad back that was covered by his coat to be seen while his face remains as a wondering question.

"It was a shadow that was alive and move. The Demon's Bride had used it once but it did an immediate effect and a very lethal move she pulled to kill all the Relics at once. Not even the highest Relics were able to do anything against this power of hers," answered Thomas.

"The Demon who came to help the Demon's Bride was also using the same power, sire. It was a heap of black shadows, moving like hands, some like blade. He only used one move to kill everyone— AHH!!"

Reinhard was suddenly pushed down on the ground from an invisible pressure and blood streamed from his mouth. Thomas flinched and he knelt from where he stood at, "Milord, please calm down your anger. Reinhard still has his mission—"

"Did I asked you to speak?" The Dark Sorcerer demanded once for the man to lock his upper lips with the lower one. "Reinhard. I have never asked you to speak either. Do not be a sore loser, coming to run to me and only kneel here to spout about your embarrassing loss. You sound like a dog. A beat up dog. What have I ordered you before coming to the village? Speak Thomas."

Thomas could feel sweat running from the back of his palm he splayed on his sides. The demanding question from the Dark Sorcerer Lord and if he answer the question wrong or the Lord faulting him, his fate would turn similar to Warren's whose body continue to show tremor. 

His eyes moved to see Warren's body, that was quaking. His nerves stood out of his skin— or perhaps it was his skin that had turned so pallid causing the blue stemming lines to pop out— showing the blue veins that lined his arms. Liquids one could guess as blood could be seen streaming back and forth from his veins, and only God knows what The Dark Sorcerer Lord had done to him but it was so effective that blood foamed on Warren's mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his skull, showing no sign of his irises as if it had disappeared.

"You ordered us to kill the candidates in the village, leaving a few as a witness and kill the rest to fill the portion for the resurrection magic..." drawled Thomas, and he was confused if there was any more order after this. His moment of delay upset the Dark Sorcerer Lord who then squeezed his hand on his side and also at the same time, Thomas head was thrown back as he felt a powerful squeeze around his neck.

"And I had asked you specifically not to incite the Demon's Bride power. On whose idea did Reinhard moved to attack her? Is he not your subordinate?" the Dark Sorcerer Lord's eyes rolled behind, showing his eyes deepened with anger. 

"M-My deepest apologies, Milord! This lowly one thought capturing the Demon's Bride would be to your joy—" he was unable to follow his words as the invisible grip on his neck wrung tighter.

"Never. Disobey my words. My words are your advocate. Do not guess my intention. It is not enough for you to understand and obey?" The Dark Sorcerer Lord demanded and the two men didn't have words to offer as it would mean their death. "How is she faring now?"

The grip on his neck loosened, therefore Thomas answered, "The Demon's Bride appeared to reach her exhaustion. Her nose ran blood and she spewed blood by the time she had attempted to use her power again."

"Exhaustion?" The Dark Sorcerer Lord asked and laughter roared from his mouth as if he had just heard a joke. "There is no exhaustion for a powerful being like her. This is her test. Her life is at stake with this test. Having two blood of both Demon and Angel, they are resisting the one and other's power. After all, Demons and Angels cannot be two factor together," the man chuckled again. His grin spread wider and wider, "But if she should survive despite the two bloodline wrecking havoc in her body, she should be ready for our next plan."

"Yes, Milord."

"And I want you to use your life to achieve this. No mistake should be pardoned again next time. Thankfully you brought me a good news. I do not want what happen today to repeat again. It was a simple work yet you have failed me terribly. Kill them all. The Relics and people who sought for her. Do not let them touch a single hair of the Demon's Bride. She is mine!" pressed the Dark Sorcerer Lord, his words turning to an order which Thomas and Reinhard both obliged to.

Far from the place where the Dark Sorcerer Lord was, sat Lucifer on the branch of a tree. On his hand was an apple he had took a bite on. Catching sight of the black crow a wry smile appeared on his lips.

"It had only been a day since you agree to work with me and look at it, you have needed my help, aren't you happy that it is I who you work with, my prince?" inquire Lucifer with a tone so merry as if he had just exited from a beautiful party.