The Demon’s Bride

Elise's blue eyes turned wider. Glint of golden appeared on her eyes that the serpent didn't miss. Reaching out her hand, she tried to manifested Jett when the serpent begin to shake it body, causing large ripples and waves to tower over her. Elise's looked at the upcoming waves as it was about to devour her hungrily. 

On the mortal world, Ernest snuck out his head over a basin which was half filled with the red colored water before he turned back, noticing someone's appearance behind him. It was Daphne, the corrupted angel who wished to bring back her dead lover. She looked nervous and hesitant but on another side, she appeared to be eager to discuss to him. 

"Lord," Daphne curtsied. Ernest's eyes on the woman darkened before a smile appeared on his face, offering a kind face on his appearance. "I would never dare to ask your decision as I believe what you had considered every situation on your surrounding before making one."

Ernest nodded his head, waving his hand, "You can get to the point, Daphne."

"My apologies for my daring words, the vampire's body is about to rot. Only he can contain my husband's soul but at the current condition, I don't think it would be possible… and without him I would need to find another body as soon as possible. If I can just ask when the ritual can be performed, I may have to find another body as soon as possible." 

Daphne closed her eyes, her fear was clear on her eyes. She knew the person standing before her was the Dark Sorcerer Lord who had no mercy to anyone. Questioning his decision was considered rude and although she fear to inquire his anger, she couldn't stop her eagerness to meet her dead lover again. 

"Wonderful timing," said Ernest in a bright tone, surprising Daphne who had expected his fit of anger. "After a few attempts it appears that we can finally bring a specific demon soul using a new ritual. You have done a terrific work for the last few years, Daphne and I won't ever overlooked how many perfect service you provide to the dark sorcerers. Some times even better than that dumb Thomas who act on his own. Therefore, I have chosen you to be the first into accepting this grace of having your request answered first."

Daphne's eyes glittered in expectation where she couldn't hide her joyful smile. She quickly bowed her head, "Thank you, thank you, Lord Ernest!" 

Ernest's face was without smile but when Daphne raised her chin and looked at him, the man's smile widened. His expression had been wielded very carefully in such a way that one can only see his sincereness. "Now if you can leave me as I have many other responsibilities to swing." Daphne nodded her head vigorously.

One the woman left, the voice from behind came, "Your are lying to that poor woman. The consequences if the ritual fail is for her husband's life to never again appear in the world. They wouldn't be able to follow the cycle of life and receive the opportunity of a second life."

"Don't act as if you are Gabriel, Camael. We all know how there isn't only one snake inside this room. You and I, what difference do we have?" 

Camael frowned, "All I want is for Hell to be destroyed. Those demons who had taken his life will suffer even worse punishment compared to the time when Michael had killed him."

"That angel who was your friend. Why do you concern so much about him? There should be many other angels in Heaven who you can befriend with," Ernest questioned lightly. He took a step froward, his eyes staring at the bandage covering his shoulders that had been soaked in blood. His hand reached out to tap his shoulders and when Camael hissed in pain, Ernest smiled wider as if the pain of others had made him happy, "You can even sacrifice your wing for this goal you have with you."

Camael pushed Ernest away, his golden eyes glared at the dark sorcerer. "Balam, he was different to other angels," he replied shortly with his eyes showing guilt.

To Camael, Balam seemed to be important. So important that he had crashed what was wrong and right, allowing himself to kill even the kindest angels in front of her. It appears that Camael's affection weighed more toward Balam compared to others, thought Ernest who lowly hummed in response.

"And yours? What are you trying to achieve by perfecting the resurrection ritual?" Camael questioned the man. Though they had worked together, they had never shared their aspire nor reason as it was often better to draw a line in such a relationship between them where they only aid each other on their twisted goal.

"Like yours. Very similar. I want revenge," Ernest's smile fell and his eyes quickly turned to his left side where another person had been bound. Walking closer, Ernest offered the man a smile, "Sleep well, Gabriel?" 

Gabriel was in pain as he woke up. He looked at Redrick, remembering what the other angel had done to him. On his mission to find the angel who was responsible for Lucy's death, he was found by both Heaven and Beelzebub. He managed to escape without a wound only to meet Camael who then infilled more and grave wounds on him by tearing both of his wings. 

Anger flickered on Gabriel's eyes as well as pain of being betrayed, "It was you. All this time, it was you!" He raised his voice that strained his neck, causing him to cough in pain. 

"Now, now don't get excited, Gabriel. Don't worry we won't kill you now," Ernest advised the angel with a polite smile that disgusted Gabriel.

"You mean, my life still serve a purpose until the time you decided it doesn't, correct?" Gabriel taunted Ernest with his smirk but he only became more irritated as Ernest nodded his head. 

"Not wrong. You are the key, Gabriel. For Heaven and Hell to fight together, I can't wait to see the fight of demons and angels. Place your bet, who do you think would win?" Ernest's eyes darkened in a twisted amusement as Gabriel's eyes widened at hearing what Ernest and Camael had planned.

It was a war they wanted to wage. 

A war between Heaven and Hell.