Ian rolled his eyes to the side, watching from the corner of his eyes in silence. "If your words are true, in which we don't know yet, what is the base of your claims?"

"The base is," Beelzebub moved forward, uncrossing his legs to lean forward, "A day as soon as the rumors about Demon's Bride surface in Hell, the day after there was no longer a faint whisper could be heard about the brides ever again. As if someone had put an end to these rumors."

"Out of fear that other Demons would go in panic after learning that there were humans who could kill them?" Ian's words were less of a question but a confirmation.

"Yep," Beelzebub confirmed.

"That's even barely believable. It must be your poor transport that leads you to lose more marbles from your brain, Beel. You have been stupid but this phase of yours is the most horrible I've ever taken a glimpse from," Ian threw a shade that had Beelzebub frown, wanting to retort back but he found nothing to correct himself. "Your words base in ifs without a backbone."

"But think about it. Demon's Brides have always been surrounded by an endless mist of mystery. No one ever seen them nor hear them. In Hell, there had never been a coincidence which means someone had moved behind the chessboard. Someone who held a high authority in Hell. They are afraid if Demons know this they would riot or perhaps even more terrible they would rain down the mortal's world to kill. We've never taken it lightly to be hunt when we have always been the hunter."

Ian still put on a face of distrust. The words said held no credibility that was enough for Ian to start believing in Beel. "This is your only news? So much for my lease. I bet you to differentiate yourself with a beggar.'

"Like Hell, I would give you half-baked information, you know me all too well. I know where Sullivan is, we can directly talk to him and question him directly of his death and bride-to-be."

Ian raised and pulled his brows and Elise did the same. How would they be able to talk with the dead? Then Elise found the answer as soon as the question hovered in her mind.

"You mean to have Elise talk with him," Ian voiced out the words that Elise held in her mind,

"Yes," Beelzebub put his elbows on the table, his fingers interlocked and he placed his head on it, "With the help of your bride who could see ghosts, we can talk to him. Only I know where his soul resides but for some reason, he doesn't want to show himself. That stubborn goat kept hiding when I came there. I assume his soul was there because I could feel him, but my eyes aren't able to see him. Yet this is different for the lass whose eyes could see through anything right?"

Elise without giving another thought turned her head to Ian, her hand clutching lightly to the cuff of his shirts that had latched tight to his body and show his taut muscle. "I would like to try. If there is a way to control my power and knows more about it, I would want to talk and meet him." That way, she would also be able to avoid the future where she would kill Ian. For Ian to die was the last thing Elise would ever want it to take place.

Ian didn't mind himself dying as it was close to impossible. There had been no method found to kill him and this was the reason for Hell letting him do whatever he likes and he had abused the chance to the luxury. But he indeed needs to know more about Demon's Bride as Elise's power appeared to be destructive.

"Okay, we can go there tomorrow evening. In the afternoon we would be going somewhere else," Ian announced, he saw Elise questioning in her eyes.

"Are we going to Saltige?" A flick of sadness appeared again in Elise's eyes. She tried hard to control her power, not wanting sadness or anger to take over her that activated her power, but it was too late as the moment she recalled about her village and Carmen, the fork and knives on her hand turned pitch black in color.

Beelzebub, who at first when hearing Elise mentioning her power thought that Elise was speaking of her eyes. Until he saw the metals turning to ash and his eyes widened. "The Demon's Bride's power," Beelzebub whispered. His face leaned forward and an interest burns bright to his eyes with his grin curling in a cunning way.

Ignoring Beelzebub's reaction after taking a note, Ian said to her, "What did you hear from the vampire maid?"

Elise took her hand off the table, placing it above her laps with her palm turning to tight fists. Whatever she touched at this moment would turn to dust and the only thing that wasn't affected by her power was her own body, making it the safest place for her to hide herself from anyone touching her.

"Carmen spoke about resurrection— of people coming back to life. She was promised by someone through the letter from Saltige in exchange for killing Demons which was me and you, she would be guaranteed to have her family who had died to come back alive." Elise clutched her hand tighter as she spoke.

"That's not possible," chimed Beelzebub with a deep frown. "Not even the highest Demon could resurrect a body. It's more than a fairy tale it's a miracle! God's miracle!"

"But your friend put faith in the rubbish offer because she had seen the proof," Ian continued from where she had left off.

Elise nodded, remembering the conversation exchanged before Carmen died. "Carmen said many people in Saltige who should have been died coming back to life. She spoke about one woman who was trampled to death by a carriage horse and came back alive. She saw it by her two eyes." That's why Carmen was desperate to kill her and Ian despite herself not wanting to do it. Elise felt bad. She wondered if she was in Carmen's shoes and she finds herself thinking that she would probably do the same thing.

But to kill others in exchange for their family's life. Who wouldn't be tempted by the devil's whisper?