The Demon’s Bride

Hell was unchanging thought Elise when her body passed by the gate of Hell. As she learned from Malphas's cousin, her father possessed a mirror that allowed them to teleport at any place in anytime in the speed of light. By the time Elise appeared she noticed they were inside a castle.

Unlike the castles in the mortal world, the castle in Hell was as one expected luxurious but as eerier as how luxurious it was. "Welcome to my mansion," Lucifer chimed as he made a walk toward he large hall where they had appeared at.

So it was Lucifer's castle, thought Elise. In time someone came from the large door behind her. Turing her face, Elise saw behind her father Malphas who ran inside the hall with a bright smile on his lips. "Master! I was worried that you suddenly left when I was making the cake."

"You sound as if I have never left you before, Malphas," Lucifer pushed Malphas by using one finger on top of the servant's head when the latter tried to hug him. "

"Cake?" Elise can't help but question it as she also see the cream that scattered all over Malphas's face.

Malphas who wasn't aware of what happened only noticed how the princess seemed to have gotten stronger than before ad cheerfully said, "Yes, milady! I should have question what kind of cake you and Master Ian prefer. If you had told me I am sure I can create a better congratulation cake for your marriage—"

"MALPHAS," Lucifer's voice rang that had the servant flinch as he could sense the chilling anger from his master. Slowly he turned his face meeting Lucifer's red eyes and knelt on the ground. "Haven't I warned you plenty enough not to speak out of your line? You are my servant not a friend."

Malphas hung his head low and spoke with the same stern and guilty voice, "My apologies Lord Lucifer."

"Elise," Leviathan called. He couldn't see his daughter's face by standing behind her.

"I am fine," Elise answered and she turned at her father trying to form a smile on her lips which didn't reach to his eyes. Malphas didn't know what was wrong and he reading the room he could only see there was something terrible that had happened to Lady Elise. As although she seemed stronger and even fiercer, at the same time she felt empty.

"What should we do now?" Elise questioned her father. Coming to Hell was what they had in mind but the next step was to meet her grandfather. "Tell me what I can use to negotiate him."

Leviathan didn't know if he should feel sad that her daughter had changed to a stronger person as a kind person can never survive in Hell or if he should feel sad as the cause for her to change herself was the loss of her dearest husband. But no matter what he was proud of her and promise to protect her for the times he couldn't. "It won't be easy," started Leviathan, "When making a negotiation with him the best way is to make him agree to meet our side of requirements."

"But there is also another way," Lucifer whose hand was now holding to a glass filled with a blue colored liquor spoke, "You have to trap him in how own words."

"The second method is more difficult as knowing him, it won't be an easy work to trap him by his own words," Leviathan said to her. "But we had some plan in mind which you can try."

Elise nodded her head and kept a close ear to her father and Lucifer's crafty plan.

Meanwhile in Hell, Satan's shadow on the ground was accompanied by a red color of the flames. Instead of behaving like the King in mortal world who would spent his life in parties and wealth, Satan mostly spend his time in his large castle. His particular room he spent at was in the large room where there was a painting of his wife and a small baby, his son in one wide canvas that almost covered the middle part of the wall.

Not far behind him was an old unused wooden crib and tattered dolls.

"Ariel," said Satan in whisper that was quiet enough to make it sound as if he hadn't spoke at all.

As he reminisces the very far past on his mind a knock resounded from the door's room. Without opening the door or lifting his finger, Satan used his power to open the door. Coming inside the rom was his servant who had just finished from his punishment, Orias. "Lady Caroline requested and audience with you, your majesty."

"Caroline?" Satan raised only one side of his brows as it was extremely rare for the woman who guard the underground of Hell to come to the castle or even meet him. "Bring her in."

Upon reaching the room where Satan mostly gathered his guests at and opening the door, he was greeted with the very large figure of a woman whose head almost reached the ceiling of the room. Instead of using the chair that was prepared, she had made use of her own chair as normal seats won't do for her.

"I have been waiting," said Lady Caroline while her eyes stared and blue painted fingernails. "It had been a century since we last met, Satan I had hoped you would at least improve your manners by tiny bits but like how I should have known from you, once again you have made a lady like me to wait."

"Being a King isn't easy, Caroline. I am busy enough that I don't have time to entertain your chit chats. Was the sinners not enough to amuse you now?" Satan questioned back the woman where both having their pride as they talked.

Lady Caroline's lips was deep scarlet and it pulled into a crescent when she smiled, "Naturally. If being a King was easy and if I didn't know it already, I would have taken that seat from you," she chuckled, "But I won't dare. No one is mad enough to challenge your seat. Though now you are bind in that position without an heir to continue your throne."

Satan's brows pulled under her watch and the woman continue to keep her smile as if the King of Hell's anger won't faze her.

"And speaking of busy aren't you spending your time staring at Ariel's portrait again? By this time I think she had enough of seeing your face from the painting. That poor girl," Caroline's eyes sank in an emotion before it brightened again, "I should have warned her never to let her face painted for you."