Elise tend as much people as she could and give them the necessary information about Ernest. When everyone had shifted their position to a safer place, Elise pulled one chair to sit in front of Dalton. His expression was still twisted in pain and pallid.

"Thank you Lady Elise," Dalton started his words with a short smile on his lips.

"How did this happened?" Elise questioned the man directly having him to be in a moment of silent as a soft sigh passed from his lips.

Dalton said, "My brother, Ernest was adopted by my parents. My parents weren't the best people. They are known to be one outside the house but they were simply people who had lost their light and walked to the wrong path. My real younger brother, Jeremy, died when she was young in a horrible accident and it was the trigger for my parents to work hand in hand along with a dark sorcerer who convinced them he had the ability to resurrect the dead."

"It was the reason why they had bring Ernest to the family and put him through tortures of the rituals the dark sorcerer claimed would perform well. However, years turns out and Ernest didn't show signs of turning into Jeremy, isn't that right?" Elise who had seen Dalton's memories questioned.

Now she knew what felt off about the memory she saw when she touched Dalton earlier. Dalton appeared surprised and quickly he nodded his head as the reply. "How do you know, milady?"

"I saw your memories," Elise kept it short without telling him the details of how she had done it. "Anything you noticed from Ernest?"

With pulled brows, Dalton nodded his head, "In the past I didn't noticed it well. A child's eyes are always blurred with naivety and innocent but now that I remember my pasta and recollect my memories, I noticed how odd and strange Ernest had been. I have seen before once in the past how he never dislike darkness nor complain a single time about the pain that my parents had brought to him. He was silent to it all, never once asked me to helped him. But as I became a church member I noticed how most children on his place would have begged for help, even the ones who had been scared the most. It was as if he expected the pain… or was an adult who is calmed as he knew he would be alright."

That being said, Elise's guy also tells her that Ernest is older than how he appeared to look like, perhaps he was even older than her by centuries considering how familiar he was with angels, Heaven, demons, and hell.

"Do you think Ernest had been strange since the ritual?" Perhaps in fact the ritual was a succeed and another soul had reside inside Ernest?

"I don't think so, milady. It is what my heart had told me and my instinct support this idea. But Ernest… he had been the way he is as the dark sorcerer Lord since the moment his feet stepped inside our mansion," Dalton replied with a bit of shudder on his words.

Elise doubted Dalton was able to know anything but asked regardless. "Do you perhaps overheard Ernest's discussion as the dark sorcerer Lord?"

"No, milady. Unfortunately I wasn't able to do such a thing. During the time I spent with him, he had controlled me. It's difficult to believe it, but even after all this, Ernest us still my younger brother. As his older brother I hope someone could stop him from doing more mistake."

Elise pushed herself from the chair to stand up, "I understand. Brotherhood is a tie no one can break sometimes not even the people involved as well. Now Dalton, one last question. Do you know the base Ernest used to call his fellow dark sorcerers?"

"I might not know the exact location but milady, the method to follow him is inside the key which you have found. How to do it, I am not certain myself. But I had heard his enraged voice speaking about how the key will lead people to him."

Elise saw Dalton pulling out the key from his pocket. Showing the man one polite smile, she then disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile in Hell, both Leviathan and Lucifer walked side by side. The two had walked over a deserted field where most vegetation had either wilted or the colors were deep gray. As they reached the top of the small hill, finally the vast view of the sea spread before them. The sea held the reflection of the dark starry sky above them, causing itself to feel like another part of the sky.

"What should we do next?" Lucifer questioned Leviathan who knows most of the ritual.

"Negotiation," answered Leviathan before assessing Lucifer by his eyes. "Do you have anything with you which can be worth of something?"

"What do you mean worth of something? Everything I own worth more than anything anyone could afford," Lucifer placed his hand on his hips as if to make his point.

"Dumb bastard," Leviathan cursed. "Do you think at this point your clothes, pocket watch, or shoes would be worth of anything? We will now cross the oblivion. That sea which is in front our eyes is the oblivion. Now look at those souls."

Lucifer followed Leviathan's words and looked at the soul of people who was trying to cross the sea but once their feet stood near the edge of the water, Black hands begun to pull the souls down and eating it vicious, showing no more sign of the soul's present in the next second.

"Oblivion isn't made by water. It is made by the vicious souls and spirits. Not even high demons would be able to survive trying to swim there."

"Then what you suggest?" Lucifer asked with his prideful tone and Leviathan told himself to keep it in. To keep his anger to himself.

"I recommend crossing with the boat but the boatman won't settle with anything but a precious item. Which why I asked if you have one," Leviathan explained when all of a sudden Lucifer expression changed. "What's wrong?" Leviathan saw how slowly Lucifer's lips curled.

"I have just found out about the fucking angel who had caused so many troubles between my family. Sorry Levi, but I will come back soon once I killed that Angel in the most horrible method he will ever imagine." Saying so, he suddenly disappeared.

"Wait!" Leviathan cursed himself when Lucifer had gone. "Tch, I would have brought the chick rather than him!"