*Music currently hearing: Conan Gray- Heather*

There had been one question Elise held for years. The question that appeared when she had first arrived in the White Mansion, nine years ago. She didn't managed to receive an answer as less than a month she had to leave to meet her family. There was regret and curiosity inside Elise.

"Why did you choose me?" asked Elise, finally letting the question she held for nine years out, "Why did you chose to buy me? There were people who are prettier, older, and could do work than me."

Nine years ago she was still a child. She can't do things adult could do, cleaning was the best she could do but in the small body of a young girl, her work was limited. It didn't work in her either that Ian bought her for reason to work. She was useless which why not many people thought of buying her; except for men who had revolting preference of having a child as a bed partner.

Elise could never see in Ian as a person who would buy women for bed pleasure like others. Without it, Elise could tell there were plenty of people who would sleep with him. Then why?

Ian stared at her like how she did to him. Elise's hair was tied in a bun, and he playfully pulled the ribbon that tied her hair, letting her sunset-like hair to cascade over her shoulder. It looked beautiful and Ian know it would look more gorgeous when Elise was not in her maid dress but naked.

He twisted his lips, the red bright eyes giving a playful look, "Because you are my bride." His reply had Elise to look flabbergasted. She can't understand and thought Ian was once again joking, but he wasn't. His next expression where he smiled but it was not for a laugh, confirmed Elise that Ian was not spinning games on her.

"I have to tell you honestly Elise. I have been waiting. For one day that you would ask this question to me. I can tell you everything and all you needed to know, but to me I like it better if you are the one to ask me all your question so I could answer you," Ian stated he brought her hair to his nose. Elise smelled like roses, the same flower that had the red color petals.

"You have been waiting for me to question this?" Elise didn't understand why. But then again she knows Ian. He was someone who does thing whimsically. Most of the time his action was without reason.

"Yes." Ian clarified. "I know you long before. Long even when you were born, but physically meeting you was that nine year for the first time. I have to be honest that I didn't find you impactful to me. You were like that any other people in my lives who would pass and go by."

Elise heard his words with her lips silent, but she was unable to hold her curiosity, "Even before I was born?" She can't understand the line, "How do you know me?"

"I told you, didn't I? I am a Demon. In hell I am infamous for being a troublemaker. Well that happened nine hundred years ago, but grudge stays long to Demon, and even the people in heavens. They wish they could put an end to me, as soon as possible preferably; but I just can't die," Ian answered with a light tone, as if he was telling the night tale for children before sleep to Elise, but the informations were heavy to her ears.

"People on heavens? Angel?" questioned Elise, because what else in heaven is there after angels?

"No, even higher it was the God," Ian saw Elise wanting to speak, but there was no words she could lisp. "Angels are not being Elise. They are mindless, no less than a puppet who have no emotions or will on themselves. The opposite of Demon."

"Isn't that dangerous?" From everyone, Ian had picked a fight with God. Was this good? Ian sounded confident but Elise heard that Demons were being created by God. Could he fought back and win? Elise had confident in Ian but this was God.

"Not really. I told you I can't die. They just gave up when finding no method to put an end to my life. There isn't a way," Ian drawled.

"How is it connected for you to know me?" Elise asked softly. She wondered and worried about Ian's situation in both Hell and Heaven. He was not liked in both places, and from what she could take, they find him as an enemy. Was that why Ian chose to live here and not Hell?

"It was then when they found an alternative to kill me," Ian shifted his eyes from her hair to her. "You, sweetheart."

Elise was once again left confused on her spot. She didn't understand. Ian took a moment to gauge her expression. Elise had always been the expressive girl. Without doing anything all her emotions showed on her face as she was someone who wore her heart on her sleeve. It was dangerous and he knew which he slowly taught her.

"I can't kill you. I would never," said Elise with her brows furrowed. She wrecked her mind, trying to fulfill an answer for the burning puzzles to ask, "Do you think God gifted me to the world to kill you?"

Elise had always been smart and quick to catch things. Her beauty is no less although the girl fell to distrust her beauty which made her to be more humble. It was one of her quality and at times weakness.

"You are close." Ian stated, and Elise felt her heart dropped to her stomach. She wished she was wrong and far. "One day, I receive an oracle through a human who had the power to see futures, the progression of the world that others cannot. Unfortunately they died. They told me that one day, God will present me a bride. A human bride— the bride who one day would kill me."