The Demon’s Bride

The mansion was built overnight but clearly the place hold traces that could make one doubt that it was built in a span of a few short hours. Elise saw the garden that was nurtured before going inside the mansion. While the building inside held a very eerie mood for her first impression. 

The flames on the torches which were hang on the walls dances as if to welcome them or perhaps laughing down at the guests, seemingly knowing what was about to happen wouldn't be great. Catching sight of something moving behind her, Elise felt goosebumps brushing her arms and she snapped her neck to see what the shadows, finding there was nothing.

Was it a ghost? The shadow moved as though the person was gliding through the floor which caused her to think so.

"There is something strange about this mansion," Elise said to Ian without keeping her words in whispers. After being aware of the demonic ability she acquired from her blood, Elise also notice that whispering beside a Demon would held no effect of being scretive as the words they said wouldn't fail the demons' sharp hearing.

"I would say if it is normal, I would find it even more surprising," Ian responded, his eyes went to look behind at where Elise had felt the movements.

"How did you create this house, Mr. Orias?" Elise was curious what the king of hell had done as even if they were demons, creating a house would still require some time, not overnight.

"His majesty brought this mansion directly from Hell," answered Orias politely with a little proudness that Elise could hear, "After I have given him choices of which house he would like to move to the mortal world, I then helped by replacing the house from Hell to the mortal world."

How was replacing mean? Like when one moving a plant? wondered Elise in her mind. "Then there are servants other than you who worked here?"

"In this mansion? Certainly not, milady. His majesty love his peacefulness there is only me here to accompany his trip to the human world," and this had Ian to narrow his eyes.

"Whose presence had been roaming around the mansion then?" It was less of a question but interrogation when Ian asked. Orias also felt the slightly lax in attitude when talking to the peaceful talk he had with Elise felt as though he had been thrown to the edge of the cliff where he was threatened to be pushed to death. 

The servant demon gulped, "It must be His Majesty's pet. It is quite shy around others and is not used to other's presence. It must have wanted to see you two but was afraid to come."

"What kind of pet?" Elise questioned. The way Orias made the pet sounded as if it was similar to Hallow whose head snuck very little on Elise's pocket. 

"The King called it Wiggles," answered Orias with a smile, "It is similar to the animals humans called as dogs in mortal world but I suggest not to meet his eyes."

Elise crooked her brows as she could tell the warning was important. Before she had the opportunity to ask however, a loud bell toll in the entire mansion. The tolling sound was so loud that it caused her ears to ring, Ian immediately came behind her, covering her ears using his large palms and used his magic to dampened the sound. The chiming sound of the bell made it sound as though they were standing right under a large church bell that had been shake, causing the ground to shake amongst all the other objects in the mansion.

The town folks could also hear the drumming sound and they begin to kneel on the ground, making prayers. 

"Oh we are late! We are late!" yelled Orias to himself while looking at the golden pocket watch he pulled from his brown vest, "That is His Majesty's warning sign. If we are late the consequence would be terrible, please come with me," Orias then led them to walk.

Elise thanked Ian for helping her once the sound of the bell had stopped. He stared at her before following Orias, holding her by her waist, "I might have pulled you too hard last night."

Elise's cheeks reddened, "Don't speak about that here," she scolded because of the sharps ears around the house.

Ian offered her a smile and she realized that his joke was a trick to calm her down, "Don't worry nothing can win against us when we are together," he assured, his hand slipping to hold her fingers.

Elise answered with a prompt nod, she trusted the same belief as Ian. Following Orias, both Ian and Elise only finally come to a stop after a while of turning. While mapping the path they took, Elise found something off. It was the fact that they had taken a long walk despite the house looking smaller from the outside. 

It appears as though they had come inside a maze and only Orias who knows the way in and out the mansion without trapped there.

Orias stood beside the double door, fixing his bow tie and cleared his throat before saying aloud, "Your majesty, the princess and the young lord has arrived." 

At the same time the door of the dining room opened, Elise felt her heart raced for reason between nervousness and anxiousness. This man was her grandfather but before all, the King of Hell.

When the door was pushed opened, Elise's hand tightened on Ian's hands. They both entered the room, greeted by the long rectangular dining table that spread from one end of the room to the opposite end, near the door.

Once they entered the door closed itself with a creaking thud, as though coming outside wouldn't be allowed.

On the far end, Elise finally saw her grandfather whose name she had only heard. The King of Hell, Satan the head of all cruelty and rampage. 

Elise had expected a beast with a human body and a head of a beastly black goat and a long pair of horns as other has described. Unexpectedly the person sitting n the other end of the table had a pleasing face to look at. He appeared as a human. His eyes were deep red as red as Ian's eyes and maybe even redder that it was close to a soulless black color. 

He had a face of a handsome human, hair that was not shot but not long either, seemingly in the age of early thirty, somewhere older than Lucifer. 

Satan leaned on the table on front of him, his hand set on the edge of the table while his eyes vacantly stared at the two guests with a studying look. Although Elise was afar from him, she could feel the menace in her blood. 

Like Elise, it was Ian's first time to see Satan, the King of Hell. He was known to have power on par with Lucifer but clearly the man's mien was striking compared to his uncle.

"This is my granddaughter?" Satan asked. His eyebrows were furrowed, causing his cheeks that were hollow to deepened as well, making him hard to approach and even frightening. 

From the statement he started in their first meeting, Elise could feel his displeasure upon seeing her as a warning sign.

It didn't appear that the breakfast would be anywhere close the word peaceful...