Chapter 522: One Enemy-I

Elise looked around the street as they chose to walk. There was no carriages in hell unlike in her place, the mortal world. Most demons uses their wings for transport that had Elise wonder when she would have wings as well. Considering she had the blood of both demon and angels, she believe she would have such power but then she also questioned the existence of her angelic power considering how she didn't feel such ability inside her. 

"If I have wings, would mine look like yours?" Elise questioned as they traveled by foot.

Ian hummed in response, the gloomy sky suited him in some way, making him darker and more frightening as if he had belonged here, unlike her, "Your wings must look better than mine, I trust that. I told you I had four wings in total but yours, I can guarantee you would have more than that."

Elise thought about it seriously with a frown, "I don't think it would all fit in my back."

"No, I can tell six of your wings will be able to fit your back because while you are slender, you have a wide range of places for me to kiss," Ian whispered against her ears, winking as he sensed Elise's cheeks turning brighter in the color of pink. "Speaking about my wings. Remember that I told you my wings were burned by green fire?"

Elise nodded. It was a painful memory for Ian and also guilt Lucifer had to shoulder. So far, Lucifer didn't appear like he would be on the enemy's side but Elise doubted the thought on a second time.

Lucifer would be on their side if they have the same enemy but that man would use everything he could use to his disposal even if it means temporarily hurting his own kin. Elise studied that in Lucifer's mind as long as Ian doesn't die, if Lucifer needed to sacrifice a limb or an eye from Ian, he would do it to achieve his goal.

It was a twisted line of thought because when one love their family, they wouldn't harm them, not wanting even the slightest scar to wound their body. But Lucifer? He was different. It reminded Elise again that Lucifer was the true form of a Demon. He didn't kill for pure joy or amusement, he was greedy for his ambition. 

Currently, Lucifer's ambition was to find the person who had orchestrated him a plan.

Getting back she turned and meet his eyes, "What's wrong with your wings?"

"Truthfully, there is a way to take back my wings," Ian watched Elise's eyes sparked with interest, the same way she stared at him which was a look that Ian love.

Curiously, she asked, "How?"

"The green fire indeed burn my wings forever, leaving no slightest trace," Ian repeated the knowledge which she knew and Elise nodded her head in response. "But in exchange for my wings to disappear forever, it must be burn forever with the green fire."

"I don't understand," answered Elise. How can something that had been burned to nothing has to be roast in the fire forever?

"Somewhere on either Satan or Lucifer's side, there must be my wings, still burning in the bright green fire. While now I don't have any wings if I can extinguish the green fire, I will once again acquire all my four wings," explained Ian and he hummed, "I thought my uncle would have mine but when I asked he said someone before him had taken the wings."

"We should search for them in the future," Elise kept a smile on her lips, happy to find out that his wings wasn't gone for eternity as it felt to her, the punishment had caused his freedom to be clipped along with his wings.

"Ian," Elise called, gaining his attention. Out of curiosity she asked, "Have you seen other angels? Other than Gabriel or Heaven."

"Not many," answered Ian with a hum, "But once I remembered there was this one angel that I met, he appeared like a lesser angel, but I don't know his name. It was a brief meeting where we only crossed path in the broad daylight when I had just turned as a Demon. I was in rage and I didn't really think much of its presence. At that time I only kill those who gets in my way."

"What about another Archangel?" Elise wanted to know, she had read the books about the angels and wondered how are the rest of the angels. Based on their characteristic, she would then have to decide whether or not they could be her enemy.

Ian shook his head in response. That reminds him of how Demons boldly travel on mortal's world while angels not as if they were bound and restrained not to.

They had walked toward one large mansion. The house was built on the edge of the city. Around the place was lava and they had to cross a large bridge made out of chunky purplish bricks that had red splattered on its corner. The color of the red was so deep like blood and it appeared fresh as if the practice of killing was here.

As they entered, Elise could feel the tension it was as if her body could feel the great presence of an upcoming danger but oddly enough, despite knowing whoever lives inside the mansion was strong, there was no fear of sense of menace she could feel. Perhaps because she had once stepped into Satan's mansion. What else could be strange other than walking inside the house of King of Hell?

"I feel strange how humans are very adaptable. Once, I was scared of blood but now I think nothing of it," whispered Elise, finding the oddness of being a human and how simple they were.

"That's how we are. With time moving we have to move as well, preventing the time from eating us alive. Leaving those in past in the past is one way to grow as a human," said Ian and Elise knew those words came from him about his mother. 

After she had talked to him of what she said to Lady Lucy, Ian seemed more brighter. It appears that he had found peace on the nine hundred years of resentment.

Ian continued, "Considering the situation we are put up to, people grow differently; sometimes one can rot inside a molded room but sometimes they can grow brighter, just like a bright shining star in the night that could eat the moon. What matters is how well you can endure it and you endure the changes around you well, Elise," Ian brushed his fingers on her cheeks, pushing away her hair. "I am proud of you."

His eyes stared at her lovingly, a gaze she love before he turned to stare at the door, "Knock, knock! A guest is here," Ian announced.

The door didn't open and no one came to greet after around five minutes of standing around. "You are not going to answer me, Sir Emmett, Demon Vallac?"

"Leave!" A loud yell came from the inside of the house. "I don't accept guest."

"Unwelcoming," Ian sighed as if he was disappointed, "I say that demons need to have governess like all ladies in mortal world so they could learn a thing or two of being a well mannered person."

"Leave unless you want me to be forceful," threatened Vallac.

"God Heaven!" Ian chuckled, "Do you really think I would get scared by a simple threaten of a person who hid inside his house?" Slowly the corners of his lips that raised fell and straightened, "You should and could have do it better but not to me that is," Ian raised his hand and blasted the wooden door. Elise followed him behind. 

One thing she learned she grown adaptable to was how she could think it was normal for them to barge inside the house and break other people's door. If they are lucky enough to only have their doors broken that is...

When Ian got inside the room, Elise didn't need to lift her fingers as standing behind him was enough shield her entire life would need. Groups of trees that now was shaped like monsters with faces etched on its bark moved toward them. The branches on the sides of their sides turn as a dangerous claws that could cut through a stone.

As Elise had just noted what she saw, she witness the trees stiff movements attacked Ian and simply, he flicked his hand, throwing fire before kicking one tree on his left side, deflecting it to attack the next tree monster beside it, causing them to slice each other in halves.

From the mansion, Vallac, the demon pushed everything he could inside his trunk, walking toward the veranda of his room and leaving behind the bodies of humans inside his room. "Good riddance! Those monsters are not strong but they are troublesome when they attack in numbers."

"Sadly it doesn't work for me... us," Ian stated. Vallac quickly raised his hand to cast his magic but Ian had moved faster. He caught Vallac by his neck and slammed his body to the walls. "Seeing that you prefer running now instead of earlier, it doesn't seem like you know I would be coming. You don't seem like the clever type other. Someone had put you up into this, am I right?"

Ian had a smile on his lips but on his eyes were boiling anger as this person had been one of the reason why his mother had died. Someone on the way had interrupted the method of discussion between Lady Lucy and Lucifer which eventually link to his mother's death. If Lucifer had been able to know what his mother went through, even though his uncle might be a the sly snake, he won't ever turn a blind eye in his mother's pain.

He was here to found out who it is and kill the fucker with his own hands.

"I-I don't know-" Vallac wasn't able to continue as the side of his face quickly was plowed by a punch.

"Another lies and I will tear your wings. I know the pain and if I can't handle the pain I doubt you'll be able or do you want to try?"