The black wings took all Elise's breaths away from her. She felt her heart squeezed as it felt to her as if she had met Ian when he wasn't here beside her yet nor had she succeeded in bringing him from death. She heard from her father how they have limited time. Counting a day after Ian's death, they perhaps had only five to six days to resurrect him the faster, the higher the susceptibility chances were.

"The story about this wings are that they are torn from a demon who was once a human. Not a mixed blood but a true human who was turned into a demon. I said turned but in truth he had taken the choice by his hands," Lady Caroline expressed without knowing how Elise was struggling to keep her tears back by closing her eyes. 

By the time Elise opened her blue eyes, it was brighter than ever. A fierceness on her eyes were more aggressive than the rest of the red eyes beings around her.

"Why did he chose the path of a demon?" Elise questioned. Regardless that she knew the reason directly from Ian himself, she wanted to hear what kind of stories that are spreading in Hell.

"I suppose revenge. Not much are known to me as I spend most of my time here but I remember seeing him before. He was quite the handsome lad. Bright red eyes, distinct figure and appearance. But there was something out of place," Lady Caroline hummed in response.

Elise raised her brows, wondering what Lady Caroline meant, "Something out of place?"

"For one even though he was once a human, he was extremely powerful I can tell that just by looking at him. Another thing is... yes, he reminded me of you. Both of you seem to be able to fit in either mortal world or Hell but if bluntly put, you two could never belong in any of the two world," Lady Caroline gave her assessment which surprised Elise by how close the woman's words were to their situation.

"Now," Lady Caroline clapped her hands, "I understand that you come here to meet me but I am always in the underground. Most people treats me like a legend and knowing your father. I am sure he wouldn't bring you to meet me first and yet he did. On the first day of your arrival as if you are in haste."

Elise didn't feel surprised anymore. She can tell Lady Caroline's intuition was stronger than anyone she ever met. So strong that it was always correct. 

Lady Caroline said, "I think we have talked enough together for you to be more open and come clear to me about what your intention to meet me... can you?" She sounded to be requesting but with her smile and raised brows, it was clear how instead, she was demanding for her answer.

But that didn't deter the girl whose bright blue eyes never left the woman's gaze. Since she had been exposed, Elise smiled at the woman, "I want to ask, Lady Caroline. Can I negotiate with you for one item in this underground?"

Lady Caroline stared at her with a blink where her smile had stopped raising.

Over the clouds that was still snowy white and over the large golden gate, Michael's brows were furrowed. The veins that popped on his forehead twitched as if he could burst at any second soon. He saw the lesser angels running toward him, "Sire—"

Michael raised his hands to stop them before pressing his forehead with his palms, trying to pacify his anger. "Open the door."

The lesser angels were wary of the order but they trusted that if fight would work, Michael would always triumph as the winner for the archangel was the angel who vanquish the evils that lurk in the world. Some were excited to see Lucifer the traitor to be finally taught where his place were.

Truth to be told, however, there was no one who wanted to stop this nonsense more than Michael. He wasn't the least entertained nor eager to fight Lucifer. He didn't have time to idle around while knowing Gabriel was somewhere, wingless. When the door opened, Michael sighed while tightening his clenched palms.

Lucifer was holding to two head of two angels and somewhere on the tree, he had created a large circle on the trunk with the smaller circles filling inside it until the middle part was colored with a dot of red. It was clear what Lucifer was trying to do. He was practicing throwing but except of using an arrow and bow, he had used angels.

"Let. Go. Of. Him," Michael stressed his words for Lucifer turn and gaze back at his brother who was dressed in the prim white robes. His white wings fluttered out, a total four of it.

Lucifer smiled before throwing the angel on his left side before looking surprised. "Oh no, I heard you too late."

Michael's already knitted brows were pulled tighter. "I am not in mood to jest with you, Lucifer. I have got many cases I need to attend and yours will not be mine."

"What a pity," Lucifer sighed in a disappointment with a click of tongue. "But I am in a mood to mess with someone. Very. Very in a terrible mood," his voice dropped along his expression that turned stale. "Come," he tipped his chin to the side. "I know a secret about Gabriel but for you to get them spar with me."

Michael didn't act on immediate judgement as he could never use his personal emotions of an excuse for a fight as it was a mission given by the Lord of Heaven. Knowing this, Lucifer dropped the person he held and took a thunder-like dash to come before Michael.

"I'll do you a favor and a reason for the fight. Come on. I have been very graceful enough to help you do you know?" Lucifer reached out his hand dangerously to thrust over Michael's chest but the latter managed to dodge it in time.

"It is now your mission to attack people without basis, Lucifer?" Michael's stern words were rigid. 

Lucifer's eyes stared back at Michael before he whispered, "Just play with me once. Fool everyone here and you will get your information. Quick, brother."

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A/N: I will update the next one in a few hours~~^^