Chapter 617: The River of Death-I

The pain of turning into the demon was far more painful than Caleb had described. The pain was similar to having all his bone broken. Though Ian had thought the pain of loosing is mother won't ever compare to any other pain the world can offer him, the pain he felt now was on its own tear. His body temperature raises, his blood that course to his vein moved like lava and Ian can feel each of his nerves trembling inside his body as if it was resisting from tearing apart.

The morning had came when Ian realized it. With his newfound power, he felt truly as if he was born again. There was immense power he could feel through his palm which was ready to destroy anything around him. Caleb stared at him as he pushed himself from the ground. "I have to warn you. All demons are born with wrath and anger and these rage inside of us isn't easy to control like humans. The anger can both be your weapon and weakness. Be careful Ian."

Ian offered the man one last smile, "Do you have another wish, Caleb?"

"I suppose not. I only feel tired. Very tired," Caleb passed a red dagger toward Ian's hand where there was a gleaming green gem in its body. "I gave this to her but nothing every work out. In the end, she died from it."

Ian held the dagger between his hands. His hand clenching tight on the golden handle. He had nothing to hold against Caleb. The demon had unexpectedly become one of the very few most reasonable people he had met. "If our circumstances hadn't been like this, perhaps we could have been friend," Ian said to Caleb as he slowly positioned the dagger to the man's chest.

"Perhaps," Caleb agreed with a relieved smile, "Goodbye."

By the time Ian walked out of the brown hut, the king of the sky had arises. His eyes stared at the orange sun which was glowing high between the horizon the color burn bright on the sky, however, it falls pale compared to the bright livid crimson color of Ian's eyes. 

"Time for them to pay," whispered Ian to himself before he disappeared from the place. 

In count of a mere two hours, the White's Mansion turned chaotic. The servants tried the best with all they could do to run, to escape from the demon who had appeared inside the mansion however they were trapped inside the mansion where no one could escape as an invisible barrier had appeared on the mansion's surrounding. 

The scream of help and cries of fear somewhere satisfied Ian who was now walking leisurely on the corridor. He felt so powerful, at the same time, deeply angered but also joyful. There was something inside him that had break and perhaps that day he had turned insane. The sight of blood satisfied his demon's side.

When a maid tried to flee upon seeing him whose hands were bloodied, Ian had smiled and pulled the woman by her neck.

"M-Master! P-Please forgive me!!" The woman pleaded, her life was precious and she didn't want to die today!

"Forgive?" Ian questioned the woman, "Do you remember your mistake?" The woman fell silent as she had forgotten what she had done. There had been to many things that she did to both Ian and his mother as they were the shunned family members. Although the maids were respectful to both Lady Sarah and Ivan, their behavior was the completed opposite when it comes to both Lucy and Ian. It was all because they knew no matter how terrible attitude they show toward the two, they were powerless to put a punishment for their behavior which let them to do many terrible things.

The maid was one of them and Ian hadn't forgotten about it. He wasn't one to hold grudge but this had been about his mother. He remembered all the pain she went through and promise to never forgot it for one day, he would make the people pay for what they have done. That day was today.

As the maid tried to find words, Ian saved her breaths, "You don't. First I will remind you. You let my mother starve, gave her moldy bread, pour water all over the stairs so she could fall... almost to death."

"M-Mast—" the woman's words left unheard as Ian had tore the skin of her neck, using his fingers regardless of the option of dagger Caleb had given to him as he didn't want to sully the dagger with the blood of unworthy people.

The other maid who had escaped along with the first made shrieked in fright as she saw Ian's gaze falling to her but unlike her thought where she would be killed as the previous maid had done, Ian didn't looked at her nor spare his concern not because he couldn't see the maid but he was a reasonable person who won't kill unless the person had done a terrible thing to either him or his mother.

As the screams gradually turning into a melody to his ears, Ian finally spotted one of the people he wanted to kill.

"B-Brother..." said Stultus, Lady Sarah's son and his younger brother, half by blood but none by emotion bond. "H-How did you get here?"

"You should not be asking about me now but pray to God if he would ever hear your last wishes to repent for your sins. I still did not forget, Stultus how you had tried breaking into my mother's room at night. And I think, Sarah would be extremely delighted to see your head apart from your body," said Ian as he walked forward. His shadows loomed over his brother who tried to escape by maintaining their difference only to trip down and fall flat by his face. Stultus crawled his way from Ian whose eyes turned bright red.

As Ian's presence came closer, the vulnerable Stultus could only scream, "You are a demon!"

Ian stepped down on Stultus's ankle, one push was enough to shatter the younger man's bone to soft dusts, "Oh brother, how correct you are for those words you say. But I wasn't born a demon, I was made as one by you people. Stay nice and quiet in Hell for perhaps we might met again."