If anyone was thinking Ian would be welcoming Lucifer with open hand then they were naive. He could still feel anger, against this man who claimed to be powerful in Hell but what the use of being powerful if one cannot protect their own family?

"Lucy must have talked to you about me," Lucifer said, eyes narrowing and Malphas could only pray that they wouldn't charge over another.

Being similar was an understatement. Lucifer and Ian was no less fiercer than the other, no less cunning, sly, and both had a temperament that would defeat and erupting volcano. One master who would burst into anger once in a while was enough but two? Who would be able to withstand the aftermath of the fight? Forget about the breaking ground, fences, and castle. The entire land would be wiped off the map!

Elise looked at how Ian's eyes grew darker, his demonic side was slipping off and she could only hold his hand tighter, "Calm down," she whispered. "We can talk this together without needing bloodshed."

Ian looked back at her, his red eyes calming but his anger was still boiling underneath his skin, "She never." He replied back to Lucifer. "Once in the past, I wondered why she never talked or mention you but after seeing you now, I can understand her reason. Who in their sane mind would proudly talk about being the younger sister of a man like you-- Who cannot be count on in time needed?"

To speak about his mother's death, Ian felt the most responsible. He had lost his mother when he was still a human— a weak young human who could barely take five people at once in a fight. Being unable to do anything to protect his mother was his sorest spot and likewise, Lucifer was stung when he mentioned about how late he was to come and protect his sister, and how he had missed his chance to appear in the most urgent time the people around him needed his help.

"Did Lucy told you that?" Elise noticed how Lucifer's chin that was lifted was filled with proudness, something which Ian did at times, but she also noted how there was a failing tone when Lucifer had asked this.

"You should know she wouldn't but it is the fact," Ian clenched his hand together, his jaw ticking when the memory of his past rushed back to his mind. Fire, he thought. He hated fire the most as it was what took his mother's life. "How good must your life be, spending time in Hell while forgetting that you still have a younger sister to protect. My father was one son of a whore but you are not different."

The smile on Lucifer's face gradually fell. Elise shook her head when she saw the ground quaking, the trees that still held leaves on them begin to wilt as if their anger had stolen its vigor green color. "Ian," she whispered, not wanting him to fight Lucifer. The curse in him seem to haven't been broken yet but Lucifer was a high Demon-- the Duke of Hell she was not entirely confident Ian could win the fight. "I think you need to listen his reason first. It is too early to fight," she reasoned.

"Don't worry. It is something that we most sort out," Ian stated, brushing her hand softly and placing it aside. He cracked his fingers and threateningly stared back at Lucifer whose expression grew duller by time. "Sometimes there are things that could be tell only during a fight."

Lucifer was not happy that Ian had brought him on the same page of the man who had abandoned his sister, "Don't think simply because you are my nephew that you could let your tongue running wild. You should respect your elder, does Lucy did not teach you that?"

Now it was Ian's traces of smile which was washed by Lucifer's remark but he managed to pull a sneer, "Do you think you have the right to ask about her education to me? While mother told me to be respectful, I taught myself during the time where I can only relay on myself that I should never forgive the people who have turned their back on their family and his own sister's plead before she died. Yes people, like you."

It was a fight of whose patience would run thin first and in this fight both sides have a short temper. The instance, the words left Ian's mouth, the next second, Lucifer went to attack him. The first fight was fistfight. Ian continue to dodge each of the man's attack which was as sharp and lethal as a blade against the skin. Each force Lucifer used to attack him was heavy, causing a swooshing sound clearly heard even for Elise who was standing far from them so she won't get caught in the crossfire.

Ian noticed that in between the fight, Lucifer's smile raise again as if he was enjoying the fight they had now.

He raised his leg, attacking the High Demon who blocked his attack in a rather calm attitude which only cause him to be irked by the man's cold-headed attacks. Not giving a chance for Lucifer to retaliate, Ian clawed his hand dangerously over the man's neck, catching only the air upon his first two attacks. He noticed that not only was Lucifer taking the fight as his amusement, he was also barely using his demonic power. Unlike Ian who attacked, instead, Lucifer took the part of the defense. So far, the fight turn to what seem like a child and an adult's game, the unfairness was clear but Lucifer, being the adult her didn't take the chance to put a number on his nephew.

"Scared?" Ian taunted, continuing his relentless attacks, their hands moving against each other clashing and leaving in a speed of sound. "For a man who is known to be able to rise Hell to Heaven, I see that you are not so powerful as they make you up to be."

"So you looked up to me?" Lucifer questioned and Ian rolled his eyes, "But for someone who took the position of Diablo, you fight rather proper and prim. What? Scared that you will die or get hurt?" The demon taunted him the same way he had done it toward him.

"Prim and proper?" Ian grinned looking at the man and Lucifer's eyes snapped behind him seeing a sharp broken branch ready to skewer his head.

"Childish trick—" Lucifer was about to turn his face after burning the thick twig into ashes and was about to turn his eyes when Ian swiped his hand across the man's cheeks, causing a graze. He didn't end the attack yet and turn the hand that caught the black blood to threw the blood over Lucifer's eyes, causing the latter to close his eyes and he wasn't able to complete his words as in the next second Ian pierced his hand through his stomach.

"I learn to fight in the street and there the word prim and proper is equivalent to death. Thanks to you that is."

Lucifer spat out the blood that flower to his mouth. Though wounded, his smile was wider than before and his eyes grew brighter each second as if he was a child who had just found a great entertainment that could aveliate his adrenaline. "Petty much?"

"I am," Ian answered, not sparing another second for the man to react, with effort, he pulled his hand upward, ready to slice Lucifer in half.

But all of a sudden Lucifer appeared behind him, "Truly you are similar to me, I am also as petty as you are," and he thrust his hand forward, pushing his fingers to direct it at the same position where Ian had wounded him earlier.

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A/N: I feel so sleepy and lethargic for the past few days. Truly, Summer is an enemy to me TT~