The Demon’s Bride

recommend song for the last part: the swans— Saëns 

Far away from the White Mansion, in one of the few mountains located in Hurthend, the land of vampires, a single person cloaked in all black clothes sauntered through the forest which still hadn't have its path made.

He went by foot an arriving to the only house that had been left and abandoned by the people of the village who once live there for there had been famous sighting of ghosts around the place. When he reached by the door, the man raised his hand only for the door to open before his knocking.

"I have been waiting," said the Dark Sorcerer Lord. With the sky and inside the room covered by shadow, to see his upper half face was a chore where one need more light which nature didn't give. "Did you lost yourself?" The Dark Sorcerer Lord raised his eyes to meet the Angel's golden eyes. "You can enter inside and talk leisurely—"

"I thought we had made a deal," the angel ignored his offer and frowned. "It is bloody moon tonight! It only comes upon a death of a high angel. I have specifically warned you that I only want Lucifer."

"Yes but the method to get Lucifer doesn't mean it wouldn't involve more people's death. Don't be a hypocrite. We both know what you have done. Killing Seraphim, the daughter of Razeiel, Adelaide, and that one demon which caused the Prince of Hell to be in prison. Oh, lets not forget to count the other rest of the humans you have kill—" The Dark Sorcerer Lord haven't continued his words when he was pushed to the wall of the house, driving him out of the house and over toward the trees.

The angel was miffed with his guilt read aloud. Entering the house with both his hand he rested on the sides trembling from anger, the angel stepped to see the body over the hole that was made only to find no one.

"That won't be enough to kill me," whispered the Dark Sorcerer Lord beside the angel's ears. When the angel raised his hand to attack, he quickly stopped it by hand and placed his other hand over the angel's shoulder. "Relax, I am no God. I am not here to punish you but help you. You want Lucifer's blood, you say? I promise I will give it to you as I had promised but as for what method I took it is not your place to dictate what I should do and what I should not."

The angel clenched his hand as if he was contemplating what to do. Only the dark sorcerer could read his mind through his face that was covered by the hood of the cloak. The whisper they dark sorcerer Lord whispered beside the angel's ears was a temptation he couldn't resist.

"Who is it you plan to kill?" The angel questioned.

"Just some angel, one of your brothers but not the important ones, I am sure," the darks sorcerer Lord replied with a faint chuckle.

"We still have a month," said the angel. "Keep low for now. Lucifer's long nose had peeked everywhere. As promised, do not touch Ian and Elise."

The dark Sorcerer Lord stared back at the angel and his lips curved into a deeper smile. "That is your side of bargain. I am a man of my word, you can leave the dirty work over me and—" the dark sorcerer Lord's hand moved from the angel's shoulder to his back, at the place where his wings were which now had been concealed. "—keep this wings of your pure white."

Once the angel had disappeared, the dark sorcerer Lord used his magic to fixed the house. He lighted one candle, letting the light to shed the shadows where behind him was filled with stacks of coffins. 

The man made his way toward the large tin basin. His head sticking out and using his hand he lulled a spell, "It won't be me who kill them. You are still bound by the promise, little angel." On the surface of the water came a clear reflection of the White Mansion, covered by blood. 

In Hell, after telling Ian William was Caleb and the clues given by the demon, Elise found Ian looking confused but it was more than confused. There was also anger because they both know it was peace that Caleb wanted and it the peace of his final resting place that had been robbed.

Ian knew that there would be demon that resurrected inside William's body. But he had never expected it to be Caleb.

"I only met Caleb for a few hours," he said to Elise who sat and listened to his words carefully, "He was the broken man that he is. Alone, without family, he was shunned amongst all demons and he told me how his family didn't accept him." And in that sense, Ian could feel what Caleb had felt. "I felt resonation to his life as we both went through the same thing and we both lost the only person in our life. With me having my mother dead and him having his only wife dying. It was his wish."

Elise placed her hand on his enclasped fingers, "To be at rest."

"No one seemed to listen to his voiceless plead," said Ian while looking at her. He took Elise's hand, feeling the wind as the two had taken a seat on the veranda of his house, sitting on the edge of the railing. Elise felt the thrill of chill brushing her arms. When she shivered as goosebumps arises, Ian used his wings to cover her. With one wing covering his side, his other wing covered her entire body. The heaviness of his wings compensate with the warmth it offered and protect her from the coldness. "Like they did to me."

It was unclear who was it that Ian mentioned as 'they' and Elise would like to interpret it as those people who had turned their eyes away from their suffering. 

Elise leaned her head on Ian's shoulders, "I would never be at peace if you are gone as well. Can you promise me?" She looked and meet his eyes.

Ian turned, his red eyes gently staring at her. "Haven't I promised anything for you on our wedding day?" He raised both corners of his lips for a smile.

"Don't die," Elise stated while deeply staring at his eyes.

Ian knew he was a man of his promise therefore he didn't create many promises to others but he had agreed to Elise without knowing it was this kind of promise that she wanted. He stared at her. They had both lost people who are dear to them. Together they can be strong because they had turned out to be the shoulders for each other to lean on. However, there are fear deep rooted inside them after their loss where they feared to lose each other.

Ian took her palms. At this matter, he didn't know how to convince her heart, not when everyone over their left and right told them that she would be responsible for his death which Ian knew the best was bullshit. He had been given the opportunity of having a family through Elise. He had accepted her knowing well she could harm him. But how can Elise ever hurt hm? Ian knew it the best.

Like her, Ian stared deeply at her eyes, convincing her with a bright smile on his lips. "I won't but promise me, Elise. If you were to lose me, don't search for me for I will climb from death even if it is to meet you." Pulling her hand, Ian kissed at the spot where they she had her wedding ring worn.

"What do we do about Gabriel?" Elise inquired with a knitter frown.

"I have put Beelzebub to chase for him. I heard Heaven is on his side and will help him to find Gabriel. As he was once an angel it will be easier to locate where he had gone," Ian explained and slowly, he pushed himself from the place, standing at the very edge of the railing which had Elise to feel anxious, having her recall about the time where he had jumped off the cliff as he wanted to show her his horns and wings.

Ian reached out his hand, "Should we go, my love?"

Elise pushed her small hand to his large ones. His smile had never failed to cause her smile as well, "Let's go back home."

Over the mortal world, Beelzebub clicked his tongue when he pushed away the branches that almost hit him. Walking toward the forest path he noticed Heaven frowned, "Found him?"

"He should be around here but it will be difficult to find him throughout the trees and this darkness," Heaven looked at his pocket watch, "We are running out of time, Gabriel will soon notice I am here."

"If there is no trees and there are light, we will be able to find him, you say? That's easy then," a cruel smile appeared on Beelzebub who then fly high over the sky, "You wouldn't want to be there if you don't want to get roasted, Heaven."

Realizing what Beelzebub was trying to do Heaven shook his head, "You are killing this forest, the animal, and there is village—" but Beelzebub had turned a deaf ear and summoned blue fire all over his palms.

Looking at Heaven, he offered a smile, "Enjoy your time in the fire then."