《The Demon’s Bride 》Chapter 570: Angel Of Blood-II
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When Elise first saw Leviathan she didn't know the man. They were in such a chaotic moment that she wasn't able to feel rejoice or have a moving emotion upon seeing her father whom she hadn't seen for years.
But a look of Leviathan's face tell volume to Elise how much her father cared for her.
She didn't blame him like what she sees Leviathan expected by his hesitant expression. Instead, she asked, "Was it the only choice?"
Leviathan looked back at her and formed a small smile, "I hope it wasn't. I erased your memories when your mother was killed. And the second time—"
"When mother was killed?" Elise questioned him as she didn't recollect anything about her mother's death and it had always been her most curious question she asked herself. "And second time?"
"I should start by how I left the house. It wasn't by choice as you have known. Like Lucifer who might have told you about his circumstances for not being able to save Lucy, I was trapped in a plan of someone whom I don't know," Leviathan explained to her with expressions that Elise could tell whether it was regret, guilt, and a deep sorrow.
Once she wanted to blame her father as she only knew him as a runaway but now she could only pitied the man and feel sad on his behalf as well.
"The person who orchestrated the plan, was it an angel?" Elise questioned him and saw how his golden eyes brightened for a moment.
"Yes. I have only known about it a few days ago that the mastermind of the plan was an angel. Baltadoure's who became the witness of the scene didn't lie but he cannot contribute in proving my innocent. More so because his curse was for him to never lie, a word of him would immediately be trusted by the judge of Hell, Varhalan."
Elise now understood that it was a well crafted plan made by the same angel who had worked hand in hand with the Dark Sorcerer Lord are the root that started her father's despair and her mother's demise.
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"Is the Judge Varhalan and the underground keeper Caroline are demons who work for Satan?" She questioned if her father's relationship with Satan had gotten so bad to the point Satan didn't care to prove the innocent of her father.
"They are not. There are certain posts in Hell Elise that Satan doesn't create. It had been there forever and can never be changed. Caroline protect the underground and judge whether there are objects that could be brought out from the underground as well as what kind of objects that needs to be brought to the underground. That is her post and no matter who, even Satan, no one could affect her decision making," Leviathan explained.
Which means Caroline works for herself alone and using authority against her doesn't work. Elise had a few method in mind which she wonder will work against the woman but first she would have to meet her.
"H-" Elise heaved a deeper breaths before she said, "How did mother die? Was I there?"
Leviathan scrunched his brows. He didn't want to tell Elise about Adelaide's death not because he still feel pain in his heart upon remembering that wretched day. He did feel the pain until now and carried it on but what he didn't want was to scar Elise into thinking Adelaide's death was her fault. She had carried so much on his shoulders.
But through the look Elise had in her eyes which was determined, Leviathan respected his daughter's bravery which he knew she had inherited from her dear mother. "You were the closest to her Elise," said Leviathan, "It wasn't your fault and I want you to know that first."
"She died protecting me?" Elise questioned, second guessing the answer and Leviathan slowly nodded his head in response.
At this point, Elise who had felt numb could only squeeze her eyes. "And why do you have to locked my memories of this? So that I won't suffer?" But she could tell there was more reason than such.
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"That is one of the reasons but as you might have understand your emotions play a large part of your power. Over seeing Adelaide..." Leviathan took a light pause as it wasn't easy to speak about it as well. "Your power once again went through a torrent frenzy that caused you to destroy the forest."
Elise held her breaths. She didn't know this side of herself, "Do you know who killed mother?"
"I don't," Leviathan answered a vein on his knuckles popped out of anger, "But you have shredded him into fine pieces which I would have done the same if I were in your place."
Elise didn't remember this as her memories had been erased, "I want to know," Elise said to him, "I want to remember what I have forgotten. Can you restore my memories?"
Leviathan slowly shook his head and when Elise pulled her brows he said, "I didn't only do this to prevent your emotions to run violently again but also to suppress your angelic blood on you. I had wanted you to only posses your angelic ability which is supposedly less volatile than your demonic's side."
"Supposedly?" Elise questioned her father.
"It's unexpected that your grandfather wasn't an angel who possess healing nature. Instead, his power is to punish the sinners," Leviathan answered and it sounded good to Elise so far.
"What's the matter with the power?"
"Raziel's ability is to erase an existence until they are gone to ashes and until their soul disappear forever. The souls would neither belong to Heaven, Hell, or even the oblivion. It will disappear as if it had never existed before. For you Elise and to also prevent your demonic and angelic bloodline to clash in your body and cause you illness, I think best if we keep your memories as it is for now."
Elise was sunken at this and Leviathan could see she was disappointed for not being able to remember her past. He raised his hand awkwardly settling it on her shoulders, "But I am here now. Everything that you wish to know I should be here to answer all your questions and tells you of what you have forgotten. I may not be the best father but I want to make a difference for you, I want to help you like all father in this world."
Elise thought loosing Ian meant loosing her world and it was right. She lost her world fortunately Leviathan was there to be her last pillar or else she would have broken to shattering pieces.
She placed her hand over her father's hands, "Thank you," she then whispered and repeated it again in whisper, "Thank you."
Lucifer who was standing outside the door with Hallow appeared to be in their own deep thought.
"I have decided," said Hallow showing Lucifer a smile. "I don't think it's the justified action for a grim reaper to do but I have been named as a traitor back in my own place, doing one of more wrong actions won't hurt my blackened reputation by now."
Lucifer grinned at the chick a smile which wasn't cocky nor interest there was some gratitude if one was able to see through his unchanging poker face, "She would be happy."
Hallow looked at the door that was slightly opened ajar and peeked his head to the gap. Seeing Elise a smile widely spread across his orange beak, "That's the reason why I had agreed to the plan."
"Great," Lucifer pushed himself from the wall, "Now is time for us to bring back my nephew. He must be lonely now."
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