Beelzebub felt something in him shattering and quivering. It was his hands but also something else intangible to him. The house was silent and the fact that he had slept without noticing anyone attacked it could only mean the other person had took control of almost everywhere in the house. 

His instinct tells him to run. Beelzebub didn't follow his instinct as he knew that if he run now, he would regret this moment his entire life. 

His first thought was to visit his parent's room as they were the two person to organize the house and to protect them. 

His small legs brings him up to the staircase where he noticed blood along the way. Oddly enough, there was no body that he could find despite the amount of blood that he saw coloring the tiles around him. 

Beelzebub's breathing became hazy. His head was dizzy as well and he tried to focus while feeling how his blood turning cold. He ran as quickly as he could upstairs, finding the smell of blood only becoming stronger.

When he rushed and slammed the door of his parent's room, what he saw first was the blood that turned his socks wet.

"You are always too perceptive. You should be asleep by now," said the person whose face covered by darkness. 

Even on the state he was in, Beelzebub could tell whose voice that had spoken to him. He didn't need light but the person had brought a fire to light up a candle, lightning the room, giving light to the person who had shadow covering him as well. 

"Uncle," Beelzebub whispered. It takes one second before his eyes turned deadly. Anger immersed him and he didn't hesitate to run with the nearest dagger he saw lying on the floor to stab his uncle.

But alas, he was still young. He wasn't able to do anything in front of his uncle who was older and powerful compared to him. His uncle held back his shoulders, rendering him unmoving at once

"Heh, so much anger in you, my nephew." His uncle's voice was mocking, full of satisfaction which only angered Beelzebub even more. 

"You! Why?" Beelzebub knew killing doesn't mean anything to demons or his uncle who was a high demon. To them taking a life was no different than plucking flowers on the garden— all out of a single whim. 

His uncle looked down at him in pure anger. "Your father was much younger than me. We were brothers by blood but every time your grandfather would always put him before anything. Put him before me! I am the older one yet he stole everything from me!"

Beelzebub's eyes shook as he looked to his left, seeing his father's body amongst the blood while tightly hugging his mother. Their eyes were lifeless. The way it bleakly rolled up looking at him weighed his shoulder with a heavy rush of guilt.

He could hear his uncle screaming toward him. The demon in front of him blamed his father for what he had lost, blamed him for taking the attention of his grandfather, and for the chance to become the head of the family when he was clearly unfit to become one. 

"One day your father disappeared from the house and you know what that caused me?" Even though it had been five minutes since Beelzebub found his parent's lifeless body and confront his uncle, the demon didn't stop to express his deep hatred for his father. 

Beelzebub watched the man pulled his hair, showing a large scar that crossed the side of his forehead. 

"It was his decision to leave the house without any warning and yet the person who was punished for that was me. Why? Simply because I was older!" 

Beelzebub can't help but chuckle, "If you are incapable of protecting one person, that shows just how much you are worth to become the head of this family, don't you?"

His uncle's eyes flared up with anger as it seemed his words had dug out his sore spot. The man at once crossed his hand across Beelzebub's cheeks, causing him to fall forward.

But taking the momentum, Beelzebub took hold of the knife that fell on the ground and held it together to his hand to thrust the blade toward his uncle's chest. 

The demon didn't expect such movement from his nephew and quickly raised his hand to protect himself. He managed to stop the blade from piercing any vital area around his upper body but at the same time cost his hand.

Blood streamed out across Beelzebub's face. His childish smile and his cheeky gaze had disappeared, leaving only the look of desperation and wrath. His uncle screamed, trying to push him away along with the dagger but Beelzebub was stubborn. 

He won't allow his uncle to win without losing anything at this moment. 

Holding the blade, Beelzebub pulled it upward with all his might. Blood dripped from his hands with how tight he had gripped the dagger. 

His blade managed to cut his uncle's hands into halves, and the edge of the blade went even higher to slash one of his greedy red eyes that Beelzebub had always hated. 

His uncle screamed, his ugly voice sounded piercing to Beelzebub's ears but he wasn't satisfied. 

He need to kill this man. The person who had killed his parents! 

"DIE!" Beelzebub swung down his dagger when his uncle had kicked him across the floor, launching him to the wall. 

Beelzebub coughed out blood when he tried to stand up. Even with how battered he was, regardless how his ribs were broken, and how sad he was, Beelzebub continue to march forward with only the intention to kill crosses his mind. 

But all of a sudden, someone had pulled him away at the same time when smoke filled the entire room. Beelzebub angrily scuffled with the person who had dragged him away, thinking it was one of his uncles' men when he felt the oddly easy to notice scent. 

He turned his head back when he met with the brown eyes of the person who he guessed was the one to take him away. 

"Welyn!" 

"Shush!" Welyn caught his mouth and pressed her back quickly on the wall.

"What happened. Why are you here?!" Beelzebub didn't expect for Welyn to be here as he thought… as he thought the woman would have left once she noticed the disturbance inside the house. 

"Why am I here? It's because I can't see you dying," Welyn answered to him, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked all over Beelzebub. "You seem to be fine without loosing a single piece of limb. We don't have time. It's your turn to take off."

"Take off?" Beelzebub looked at her with his eyes filled of confusion. "What do you mean? And how do you… how did you enter the house?"

"Through the door?" Welyn raised one eyebrows in question.

"NO! You are lying! The house rejects outsider. It would never allow people who aren't known by the house."

"Yet that man was able to enter the house," replied Welyn, taking a step back as she replied to his words. 

Beelzebub held his head that felt aching. In fact, his whole body was aching to the point where he didn't know what part of him was hurting.

"He shouldn't be able to do that. There's no way the house would accept him. There should be a magic that he used to enter the house. But I don't know what magic he used."

"Stop thinking already. You have to leave," warned Welyn who pulled him by his shoulder. I will send you somewhere far away. Leave and gather yourself together. If you are still alive there will be second chance for you but no more second chances when you are dead."

"No. What about you?" Beelzebub questioned as from the tone which Welyn had used, it seemed as if she will not come back again.

"I… will be alright. You should leave and I will be alright."

"No, what do you mean?" Beelzebub shook his head. He was both taken aback and surprised by the decision which Welyn had chosen. "You still have a son whom you want to bring back alive. You said that you wanted—"

"He can never be brought back to life," Welyn cut him off. "The key, the book, and whatever the hell it is that the rumors said could bring back people to life through reincarnation was bullshits."

"You are saying that, the book wasn't real?"

"No there was indeed a book. The book that explained on the human's sins. It was the book that became the key on deciding whether this person have to go to Hell or Heaven." 

Which also mean… that book was useless. 

Beelzebub could see and imagine the disappointment that Welyn must have had when she realized how useless the book which she had bet her life on was.

"Then why did you stole the key? You could have left and hide. The death angels will still try to chase for you, but they wouldn't try their hardest to chase you like how you stole the key," Beelzebub explained, still confused. 

"I was spiteful. To god, the death angels, and those who made the false rumors," replied Welyn with a smile. "I know you are angry and I can see that but you should leave now in case you want to avenge your parents."

Remembering his parents, Beelzebub squeezed his eyes together. "Nevertheless, I cannot leave you here. Come with me."

"Come with me? I see how soft you have become Beelzebub. That you wanted to bring the woman who had caused half of your parents deaths with you," came the voice in their space. 

Beelzebub's rage coursed to his skin when he saw his uncle appearing. His eyes one was shut tight with blood dripping across his face but Beelzebub was in shock.

He looked at Welyn slowly, "What do you mean?"