The Demon’s Bride

On the shore, both Leviathan and Satan couldn't see the storm that started on the edge of the Black Sea, where a fight had started between the guardian of the abyss and a lone demon that might be impossible to others but not to both Elise and Ian. Leviathan crossed his arms, "Until when are you planning to watch us?"

"I'm quite in a terrible mood," added Satan who had done the same stance as his son, with his hands both crossed. Though they had been pretending not to notice Caleb, being a higher demon and one who had been into many fights, they both couldn't dull their keen instinct. 

Caleb slowly slipped away from the tree he had been standing behind from. With his soul being inside William, the boy's once bright brown eyes had turned into a deeper red color. His features were those of an innocent child's had turned into an eerier presence. The way he had brought himself forward showed that the boy inside the body had long been gone.

"It's annoying to see you inside a boy's body, Caleb," Leviathan commented, his eyes narrowing as his eyes met with the demon. It wasn't only because Caleb had used a body of a boy that had made Leviathan to be annoyed but also how it was Elise's foster brother's body that Caleb had reside in. 

"Demons doesn't have attachment. Men, women, children, angels, nothing can stop them from killing the other. We are greedy, envious, and hard to please," Caleb begin his own words as he walked closer toward them. His body had gotten shorter compared to the other two high demons who towers before him it he was relaxed, barely even bothered to know that the two people standing before him was the King and Prince of Hell. 

"And also difficult to accept the reality," Satan rubbed the sorest wound possible on Caleb without batting an eyelid. "A high demon like you, receiving a second chance in life but what are you doing? Are you here to repeat your mistake again, Caleb?"

Caleb's eyes twitched as if he was offended, "It wasn't a mistake. Everyone in my position would have tried everything to bring back their loved ones. Didn't your granddaughter did the same?"

Satan couldn't refute and instead answered, "However, there are those that are possible to attempt and the ones which are impossible. Your situation couldn't allow you to bring her back to life yet you still attempted to do so, even betraying the promise you have made with her. Did you think I hid the book of resurrection for no reason?" Satan shook his head and spoke in a way as though he was advising a younger child. "It is because I knew it better than anyone that those with the purest soul can never be brought back to life. My wife, she couldn't. She was an angel, similar to your wife. Angels have only one resting place. Once they died, resurrecting them is impossible. I tried. I tried every possible way to resurrect her but I stopped because I knew if I tried more, in the end, the spell will only bring more calamity."

Leviathan's eyes stared at his father's hands that clenched in a tight fist. He, who had always questioned his father's action, was surprised to finally hear Satan's reasoning. Deep down, Levi had always wondered in his mind why Satan had never brought back his mother from death when he had created a book where he could resurrect the dead. Finally listening to his father's reason caused his anger to his father that was once over the roof to decrease.

Levi knew there must be a reasonable explanation but all he had wanted to hear was his father's words slowly helped him to make peace with his anger.

Satan huffed, "Why hasn't anyone wondered why I had locked away that book if I could bring back my wife from death? I love her with all my soul. But I love her more that I knew if it was in exchange for million of soul, she would wish to remain dead. My granddaughter was lucky but remember not everyone is lucky."

Caleb shook his head, his eyes showing deep regret and a deep sorrow in it, "However, Satan, all you could do was tell me. You could have warned me or anyone about the effect of the book. If not… I wouldn't have—"

"A punishment is what you received Caleb. Stop crying over spilled milk. You were the one who chose to resurrect your wife even though I have stored that book to Caroline to be out of anyone's reach. Do not blame me for your own mistake and choice child," Satan's eyes slowly filled itself with anger before it finally calmed down into a pitiful look. "I knew what you did, Caleb. You finally brought her back to life didn't you?"

Leviathan raised both eyebrows, "What? But the resurrection ceremony on that book was impossible you said."

"It is impossible," Satan confirmed, "Very very impossible. Caleb, you had brought back your wife to death but she wasn't in the same shape nor form, am I wrong?"

Caleb's red eyes that stared at Satan slowly looked back at the shore behind the King and the Prince, bringing his deepest and worse memory of his life. 

"No. You're right," whispered Caleb. He still remembered it like yesterday. The worse memory to him wasn't loosing his wife but to kill her by his own hands. 

To resurrect a person from the death especially angels and the purest souls are impossible as Satan had said. Caleb's wife had been an angel, although she didn't posses wings and only have half blood of the angels, the woman was a lovely one with the purest soul. 

The day she died, Caleb had been enraged. He had killed the angels responsible to her death but the loneliness of losing her was too terrible than he could ever endure. Unable to cope with the lost that felt as though he was searching for a missing limb to come back, Caleb had broke all the rules set on Hell. He had stolen the resurrection book Satan created from Caroline and begin to experiment on his own on how to bring back his wife. 

At first, everything seemed impossible. The book could only bring one soul of a demon randomly. But his wife had been an angel and he didn't want to resurrect anyone but her. Despite how impossible it seemed, Caleb did everything he could to form the perfect ritual. Countless trials and error had been made until finally one day, he found the solution to the ritual.

Caleb had been elated, at least that was what he felt at the time, not knowing his own relapsing mistake. He had started the ritual on the shore the Black Sea and his heart had never been more eager than that day when he knew he could finally meet her again. His dear, sweet, lover. 

But that happiness was short-lived when he noticed from the magic circle he had created, a black disfigured hands had crawled out from the magic circle. Caleb's eyes was filled with confusion and terror. Terror, because he denied that the creature he had summoned was his wife. Not because he was disgusted or feared of the creature, but because he knew, he had been the reason why his wife had came back in the form she took. 

Her body then slowly lurked out of the magic circle, charred and disfigured. His face had been covered by her long black hair, letting only her red eyes to be shown and her terrifying features that could make one chill at the sight. 

"No.." Caleb shook his head as he realized what a big mistake he had done. "No, no, no… no"

The creature moved forward toward him and Caleb didn't run, he only showed an extremely shaken expression. 

"W..HY?" The creature begin to speak in a voice of his wife but her voice had came out distorted and sore. Anger was on the single word she had spoken, and her expression turn grim as she stared resentfully toward Caleb. "CA..LEB WHY DID YOU BRING ME BACK IN THIS BODY? I… WAS PEACEFUL THERE…"

Caleb had realized what he had done. He had created a monster out of his wife and he had been the one robbing her of her peacefulness.

At such moment, Caleb's tears fell from one of his eyes as the creature run forward toward him in anger, screaming and questioning why he had done what he did.

When Caleb had noticed it, his wife had died. Once again, she had died on his hands. Except for this second time, it had been him who had given her life and to take it from her. Caleb pulled his wife's body toward his arm, his silent cry had been demeaning but painful. 

Not far from him, over the boat, stood another creature who looked at the scene with a silent expression.