The Demon’s Bride

Within seconds, Ian and Thomas went to the fight. Elise went behind Ian, standing near him while she used her shadows to hold down the bodies that kept moving. It was terrible to see the conditions of the body that were moving, some had no limbs, heads, or their body had been ripped halves. It was Ian's fighting technique from what Elise could tell after being beside him. The way he fight was more savage as he doesn't use swords or daggers. He preferred using his hands. 

Meanwhile, Ian assessed Thomas to be quite the clean guy. He didn't want to get his hand dirtied by blood which was a sarcastic words for Ian to say that Thomas was just a coward who prefer being away from his opponents without getting any damage.

When Ian had almost closed the distance, Thomas's eyes widened. He didn't expected Ian to be this quick on his feet! There was once when he saw Caleb fighting against the other relics. He was quick. So quick that Thomas almost couldn't follow him by his eyes when he had ripped apart the head of the relics. He realized that ripping might be the martial art of Hell as Ian was even more wild in his fighting stance.

When Thomas guarded the distance between them with hoards of the corpse he had gathered from the nearest third and second floor, Ian without any hesitation plunge his hand toward one body of the monster, his hand then continue to skewer the rest of the bodies, whether it may be his servants, demons, or sorcerers alike. 

"You... you are really a demon. A pity that you will soon get killed by your own bride," he chuckled as if he was mocking him from above.

"Pathetic," Ian rolled his eyes, throwing the body he killed to the ground aside of him.  "Is that your way of getting a bite to provoke me? Sadly it doesn't work. Not only your barking sounds bad, your bites are also dull. You get one mistake. If my life suffice for Elise, I will glad give to her. The power between us isn't me holding to her leash. She doesn't have one. I had made sure of it so that she would be free. Instead, Elise is holding to my leash."

"You are crazy!" Thomas swiped his hand left and right, getting the dead bodies to move quicker but each second, Ian picked a pace as if all this time, he had been playing a little game and wasn't even close to being serious. "Kneeling down to a woman. You have no pride as a man?"

"I threw it," Ian said it with a light shrug of his shoulders. "What is pride if I can't have her? I will be more than glad to throw all I have for her. Whatever it is. Pride, wealth, and life. That's love stupid dog."

"Tch!" Thomas begin to lose his cool seeing how Ian was getting closer to him and as he ran back, he realized there was only a dead end. When he looked at Ian, he caught the smile, the same smile of a predator who had finally driven its target to the corner as they had wanted. 

But Thomas could still keep a smile because he could use his trump card which he had been saving for the last. "You think you can kill me with that method? It will take you some more time!" Thomas used the remaining bodies that were on the ground. Even though Ian had sliced the body into separate parts, the corpse continued to move like a puppet in a show where they had to use thread to move it.

Ian rolled his eyes at the taunt, "Not if I do this," Ian raised his hand and light fire with strong force that was enough to turn every parts of the corpse into ashes.

Thomas's eyes widened because on the next second when he was still processing how he had lost the confidence he once had when he thought he could use some move. Now, he was left with nothing and Ian's hand had went inside the man's chest.

Ian watched the look on the man's face as it finally sunk to him that he had lost and he raised his eyebrows at it. Did he really thought he could win over him?

"What a foolish wish you have to think you could ever defeat me," and Ian pulled out his hand, taking out the heart of Thomas. But the feeling of the beating heart was different. Ian knew it because he had torn hearts of many creatures but he could tell what he held to wasn't a healthy heart.

Looking at his hand, Ian confirmed by sight that he was correct. The heart which he held on his hand was brownish. It wasn't even beating now that he took it out even though usually a fresh heart would still beat for a good one or a half minute. He color was similar to a rotten heart and upon closer inspection. It was indeed a rotten heart.

Thomas seemed to be damaged by the attack as his mouth spewed out blood but he could still form a smile. "I see that I can't kill you but that's only what I learned. Do you know, milord? I am not here to kill you fairly."

"I don't expect you to know the word fair not that I know about it either," Ian ended his remark. "I am not someone who dislike peace instead, I like them which why I had never attack or kill people unnecessarily. But this is my manor. My house. And my wife you tried to covet. It's time for you to burn to Hell."

Thomas chuckled. Though his confidence deterred after hearing Ian's words, he still formed a smile on his lips. "That's if you could. You have pulled my heart, burn me, and you can even severe my head but humbly I tell you this, milord. You will never kill me." Thomas smiled and he looked behind at Elise, at the particular spot rather than her entire self.