The Demon's Bride

Chapter 598: Child’s Cry-III

Caroline struggled from the pain she felt which burn in her body but despite all she had a grin on her lips, a grin that made her feel as though she had won when she was in the vulnerable side.

"Don't you question why I had chosen the girl's side, Satan?" Lady Caroline questioned Satan who frowned while looking down at her.

"Because she is Ariel's granddaughter," answered Satan. While he was the king of hell and the friend of Caroline, he knew how Ariel's charm to others made one would want to treasure her deeply as a close friend. It was her innocent side that always kept people hopeful even for demons as not most of them are as evil as he was.

"That's one of it but not all the reason there is to it," answered Caroline, "When you wanted to be the King it wasn't greed that brought you here which why I had respected you. But I have no respect for you who had become a father or a grandfather. Do you know what you did only made you son and granddaughter suffer? You could have kept them close."

Satan's veins popped on his forehead, appearing upset over the statement Caroline made. "I wanted to be with them. I wanted to be a perfect family but I am also the King of Hell. Showing my affection to them will not bring them any protection. With Ariel's blood on their veins. I can't allow them to die simply because they are too kind. Kindness is not needed in Hell and you know this Caroline."

"But it would have been better if you had showed them affection than none. Your son would have been living a normal life. He won't have to lose his wife if you had protected them. Your granddaughter wouldn't have to suffer from a terrible childhood and she wouldn't have lost her husband," Caroline answered in one breaths before then laying her head on the ground.

Satan who heard this appeared taken aback, "What did you say?"

Second passed with Satan being in a puzzle. Caroline chuckled at this before she yelled to the person behind Satan, "Now!"

Satan snapped his eyes back in surprise, seeing Beelzebub who was flying on the sky, throwing an object that sparkled when it hit the small red shades coming from the living lava flowing beside them. Satan's eyes went wide and although he didn't know what the object was, seeing Caroline's hand reaching out as if to take the object, he had taken it before them.

Bringing the object closer, Satan's knitted his brows at the necklace that was now in his hand.

"You would be sorry if you dare to destroy that, Satan," warned Caroline who managed to push herself back to the ground.

Satan stared at the object, "The item that should be exchange for the demon Ian's wings is this?"

At one sight the object didn't appear magnificent or anything of worth. Instead, it appears too normal and simple to be anything important.

"Don't do it," warned Caroline again, taking apprehensive steps toward Satan who begin to mull over the choice he had whether to destroy the object or not. action

"Even Leviathan won't be able to complete the ritual, Caroline. She should use my help as it is the only choice she has," answered Satan in a dictating tone. He clutched his hand into a fist before tightening his hold. Both Beelzebub and Hallow looked at the King's action with their eyes wide.

Elise's eyes was also wide when she realized in her memory reading ability that the boy on the floor who had been treated horribly by the couple whom she suspected to be Mr. and Mrs. Lone was Ernest. What she saw now was completely different than the loving treatment that Ernest had told her.

Elise had an inkling that the man was lying about the couple being kind and she somewhere expected to see their cruel living style but not that Ernest was abused by the couple. Hearing them speaking about ritual and dark sorcerer, she can suspect Ernest had been used as an experimental object by the couple for a ritual which they had been attempting.

"Ernest?" The little boy who had came was older by a year than Ernest and it was none other than Dalton. Elise cannot suspect the two weren't brothers by blood noting how similar their features were. Dalton looked worried over Ernest's condition.

The younger boy was born with a tender heart compared to his parents. Seeing Ernest in pain and shivering, Dalton immediately made a run. He took the blanket he had been carrying to help put some more layer to the younger boy who was feeling cold.

"I'm sorry Ernest," Dalton sobbed as tears fell from his eyes, "I'm sorry I can't help you... or stop mother and father," said the boy who continued to cry.

Ernest who was on the ground slowly shook his head but he then shivered, "It's cold... Brother Dalton."

Dalton wiped his tears in a hurry. Coming toward Ernest, he took off his vest to put more layers on Ernest, "I hope I can bring more blanket tomorrow for you."

Ernest however shook his head, "If you do so mother would get angry at you."

"But she won't do anything to me," assured Dalton, "And to begin with... this was their fault."

Elise who watched the sibling could only find the brothers as a close tied sibling. Although they didn't share blood as Ernest was adopted, Dalton took care of Ernest as one, disregarding their parent's displeasure. The boys continue to stay in the room and the place that once felt cold for Ernest now turn warmer.

Before Dalton leave the place, as his usual exchange, he asked his brother, "Is there anything you want me to bring?"

"Books please," Ernest answered, a smile now was on his lips as his brother's presence had eased his loneliness and pain.

"Book it is," Dalton noted, "I will make sure to come whenever I can. Wait for me."

Ernest bid Dalton goodbye with his small hands waving while a smile on his lips. Yet when the door closed, the smile instant fell down as if it had never there in the first place. Elise was taken aback by the sudden change of expression but that wasn't all as she begin to hear cackling whispers all around her the whispers was soft but chilling as it was overlaid with one voice that multiple in the growing darkness.

Ernest smile that appeared again but compared to earlier, his smile was much more sinister.