Since then, other than the fear of being too close to men as her father and the men around her life turned out to be the worse side of people the world could offer to her, Esther had a horrible fright of being inside a confined place where her movements were restricted especially place that had no attention from darkness. Tears begin to form in her eyes when she realized she was once again put into a situation where she couldn't move her body or limbs.

Light! She needed light! 

Someone please help me! was the words Esther wanted to yell but a fabric had been tied in her mouth that only cause the words and even breaths she let out to turn muffled. 

Just a little light was all she needed; she needed some help to access to the light. Suddenly, Esther felt as if all the air inside her confined place had disappeared even though she knew the air was still with her. The sensation was similar to being choked and she gasped for breaths in a great difficulty.

About half a minutes passed with her struggling to breath and before she knew it, her eyes that fearfully stared at the darkness turned hazy, he consciousness slipped from her heartbeat. Just when Esther tried to make her last struggle, hoping for light, one side of the wal she was encompass in burst open.

Esther's tears blue eyes glazed and her eyes were met with the bright red ones that looked alarmed. "Can you breath now?" Asked Beelzebub. He almost knew what happened when he had just saved her, as if he had been around her, or perhaps around her head.

Esther nodded her head slowly, her body trembling like the time when she was still in Hell. She tried to breath in more air to her lungs but it was too difficult as her heart feel heavy. Esther could tell the heaviness on her heart wasn't due to lack of air she suffered earlier, but the sadness and fear in her heart.

Beelzebub helped her quickly by undoing her rope.

Esther stared at no particular spot but she made sure to look own on the floor so she wouldn't have to look at Beelzebub in her current situation, where her eyes were overfilled with tears. She tried hard not to blink her eyes so her lashes won't push down the tears and cause the clear liquid to trickle down her cheeks.

The entire time Beelzebub undo her rope that bite to her wrist, he had been quiet. In front of Esther, Beelzebub had never been quiet. He was that one fly who persistently circled around her head and was hard to kill. Yet when the silences came between them, she felt all of a sudden, nervous. 

She hoped she could speak and ask him but Beelzebub had cut the rope gently, leaving her mouth for the last.

Once both her wrists, ankles, and mouth had been unbounded, Esther touched the side of her face where she felt her skin burn from the tight tie on her mouth earlier. While thinking how to thank Beelzebub as it felt awkward to her. Most of the time, she would be scolding the man, giving him sarcastic words and a roll of her eyes. She never thought that it would come to this where she has to thank him. But Beelzebub deserves the gratitude. She almost died, and no matter how annoying she remembered him to be now, all those annoyance she felt flew away and she could only feel thankful.

After deciding the words, Esther turned her face to meet Beelzebub. Her eyes instantly widened as before her breaths could leave her, Beelzebub had swathed his hands around her body.

Bring taller, Beelzebub's head settled on the left side of her face.

"I was surprised. Never had I thought I could feel as frightened as now," said Beelzebub. 

Esther didn't know how to react. Both of her hands were hanging on air, suspended as she was stunned still on er spot. She could feel the warmth of Beelzebub's heat transferred by their pressing bodies. The coldness of fear she experienced melted like snow over the burning sun. It was a tickling feeling.

Both Esther and Beelzebub had just learned new emotions they didn't know they had. But when their lives collided, they learned new things they never knew before, like how one can be relieved at each other's presence.

"How do you know I was here?" Esther mustered the words from her lips and she looked away on the door, finding out the pool of blood. Though she couldn't see the body with the amount of blood, it doesn't have to take one to be a genius to know what had happened. "I thought you had to leave."

Beelzebub finally pulled away though he didn't increase the distance between them. Esther who was staring at him, find the entire situation clumsy. 

Beelzebub said, "I was leaving and I was also wounded. But when I heard of you in danger, I immediately left."

"How many enemies are in the mansion? I thought the barrier had been strengthened. No demons should be allowed to enter,"' Esther uttered with a frown. She knew about the barrier because by night she had seen how there was some foolish ones who trie to break into the White Mansion only to be blown away. Maroon was left to clean the aftermath and buried the man under the backyard.

"Who knows, but I am sure it isn't luck. Whoever had done this is an amateur and a bad one at that," Beelzebub went to take the nearest tablecloth. His teeth bite into one end of the fabric while the other one tried to pull it. 

Esther watched him from the side, trying to decipher his actions. Beelzebub, regardless of being aware of her stare begin to unbutton his shirt. Esther stunned herself.

What was she doing?! 

This wasn't her! Why was she acting like a clumsy fool?

"Who hurt you? I will help," said Esther, lending out her hand after walking toward him.

For a good one minute, Beelzebub stared at her eyes before passing the table cloth. Esther somewhere expected it to be a small wound, perhaps just a little scratch but when Beelzebub opened his long-sleeved red shirt, Esther couldn't be more surprised.

Brown black color filled Beelzebub's left arm entirely and the scar only stopped until it reached over his shoulders blades. 

"W-What happened to your hands? This won't work with a simple tablecloth," Esther tried to leave the room and find a help but he hold her hand.

"Not now. There are still demons out there and I am wounded," warned Beelzebub. "It was Gabriel, the plonker. We met and he scorched my entire arm with that damned holy spear that he had with him. The table cloth will be enough. I want you to tie it on my forearm as tightly as possible."

"That will only worsen your wound," Esther warned seeing him grin.

"Can I just say how I love your concern?" When Esther frowned he smiled, "My matter isn't the burn but the poison. I still want to live with both arms so do it for me."

Esther didn't know why Gabriel had done this. Regardless, she helped Beelzebub. While staring at his wound and tying the fabric, their eyes met yet again. 

"With this wound you should have gone back to Hell and heal yourself. Why do you need to come here?" Esther questioned light unconsciously as her mind had been pulling options to speak with Beelzebub. She didn't know she had picked the worse and most stupid question. 

Esther scolded her own self in her mind but the thoughts were broken as Beelzebub had pulled her hand.

"You really don't know?" He asked her, his eyes burning while staring at her back, "Can you really look into my eyes and tell me once again why I had chose to come here instead of Hell right after I know you were in need of help?"

Esther shook her head silently. Beelzebub raised his eyebrows. "Yes or no? Which of that us your answer?"

"I know," whispered Esther slowly in shame, "I'm sorry; that wasn't what I meant. The words came differently than what I had in mind."

"I will be honest with you. I should have long ago left the mortal world as I had ended my matter with Lucifer. There is one reason why I didn't," his eyes lifted from looking at his arm that had been tied. "Do you want me to spell out the reason why?"