The Demon's Bride

Welyn didn't respond which was only a worse outcome for Beelzebub. He had just seen his parents killed. His mind was a mess and so was his nerves. Every little things around him angered him and the only idea in his mind was to end his uncle's life right at this moment.

He knew his uncle was a scum who waited at an opportunity that could benefit him. He also knew the terrible brotherhood between his uncle and father but never did he expected the man to kill his own brother.

It wasn't rare in Hell but in the end, Beelzebub was still a child; someone who only dreamed of a happy tomorrow without expecting such incident to hit him like a storm.

He waited for Welyn to convince him that she wasn't the one who had allowed his uncle to enter the house. But the quieter she became, the silence that stayed on his ears were ringing.

"Welyn," Beelzebub called for her name.

"Do you trust me?" Was all the question Welyn asked to him in reply.

Beelzebub didn't know what to reply. They had started their friendship on the wrong foot with one trying to capture the other for their amusement and Beelzebub also knew how he wasn't the exact kind person toward Welyn.

At the end they had bonded and became friends. But did they?

His uncle can kill his father who was his family. They were blood related and yet they can hurt the other. Can he trust Welyn?

"Heh, funny what is there too act any longer for, Welyn?" Beelzebub's eyes widened when he heard his uncle saying aloud Welyn's name. "We're killing this boy and I will help you escape Hell. That was our agreement wasn't it?"

"Shut up! Don't make up any bullshit demon!" Welyn raised her voice and stared quickly toward Beelzebub, warning him, "Don't trust him. You remember that he had killed your parents! His words are not to be trusted!"

"Acting tough,but my nephew isn't that stupid. Let's drop this act and kill him already, Welyn," his uncle continue to speak and Beelzebub watched Welyn who grind his teeth together.

Welyn looked at Beelzebub, "I swear it on my son's name. He had came to me once but I refused him. Trust me and leave this place now!"

Beelzebub looked at his uncle who grinned widely. The amount of smugness that the man held thoroughly annoyed him to the point he wanted to dug his nails on the man's heart and ripping him halves.

He looked at Welyn after a while, "I trust you."

Welyn smiled as he made his way toward the woman. While her hands were spread out, her other hand was holding a dagger and the blade only came glistening over Beelzebub's eyes when he had shortened their distance.

Beelzebub felt his heart stopped beating, watching Welyn raising her dagger before tasting the red liquid that warmly dripped over his face.

"Until the end you are stubborn!"

Beelzebub realized this wasn't his blood as he had prepared to feel. It was Welyn's. The woman hadn't raised her dagger to attack him but rather to attack his uncle who had came behind them.

With her hand raised, the woman fend herself from the larger man, stabbing his arm with her dagger.

"I gave you an offer and yet I can't see why you would want to abandoned your son's soul in exchange for this one. If you had listened to me, you wouldn't die."

"But my son had died," Welyn replied. Her son's death was a deep wound on her heart and it had even torn her soul but her voice was grimly calm when she spoke against the demon, "But he is still alive."

Those was the simple reason that Welyn prepared. With no more words exchanged, she pushed him away to the wall where he had created a portal for Beelzebub to disappear at once.

"NO!" Beelzebub pushed himself from the couch he had been sleeping on. His head was filled with ache caused by his over drinking yesterday night.

His room had been cleaned and he had noticed this as the servants came to clean his room, making it proper to the point that there was no trace of his destruction.

"Lord Beelzebub," the butler's voice rang on him, annoying him who was trying to be left alone.

"What is it again? If it is a successor I would choose it later when I see one that fits. I am not going to die in mere hours," he warned as the butler had kept reminding him to find another person who could inherit the Beelzebub's title.

The older demon kept silence. He had been the demon servant for the previous Beelzebub and it had been his duty to take care of all demons bearing the name Beelzebub. Although he was worried about the successor being to no existence, he didn't see the point of urging Beelzebub who seemed to be still quite well in his head.

"The party that will be held annually in the castle, should I cancel it?" The butler questioned. Considering how haggard and grim Beelzebub appeared now, it would be best to stop holding such large party in the castle.

"The party. No," Beelzebub pushed himself from the couch. His brown leather shoes hitting the floor with crisp sound brought him to the desk near the catch.

When one strand of his golden hair feel, he pushed his fingers through the golden locks, combing them to back of his head.

He still appeared tired due to the lack of sleep but still remain calm and firm when making his decision, "The party is held as an annual celebration for the demons who hold the title Beelzebub. If I do not start the party, it would only acknowledging those foolish rumors that said I have died and have given my title to some other demon."

The servant watched Beelzebub pulling his cigar from his mouth which he had lightened and blew out the gray smokes.

"But you are ill."

"Mentally," replied Beelzebub. He was looking messy with his shirt button opened but his handsomeness remain unchanging. "When I die I will stop but I haven't. Go away already. I feel tired."

The servant nodded his head and as he was about to excuse himself, he recollect his other purpose of coming to meet Beelzebub and said, "I have placed the Cecilia flowers. Do you still wish for more?"

"Have you placed ten?" Beelzebub asked.

"I did."

"Then it's enough. She requested ten and more or less will only upset her," Beelzebub let the smoke out from his lips again and closed his eyes.

Esther opened her blue eyes as it was still filled with deep anger and annoyance. Her steps crushed the dry leaves under her heels while from behind, Dalton looked confused.

When he left earlier, Esther wasn't as angry as she was now. Yet the moment he came back, he could only see rage inside the woman's blue eyes.

"What happened?" Dalton whispered to Venervy who had also stayed silent since he came back to group up.

"What can I say?" Venervy looked at Dalton and shook her head. "See when there are couple fighting, the last thing you want to happen to you is to be in the middle of their fight or else you would be squashed flat like pumpkins." ƒ𝐫𝒆𝐞w𝗲𝚋𝗻૦𝘷e𝙡.c𝑜𝙢

"Couple?" Dalton innocently questioned.

"Venervy I wish I could rip your mouth now," Esther snapped and she turned to look at the witch who cowered and hid behind Dalton at once.

"W- Why are you angry to me?!" Venervy objected. "You do remember that I am only Lord Beelzebub's servants, don't you? I can't do anything if he instruct me to do them! Even saying that I slept with him… I—"

Esther's eyes flickered, "You are telling me you didn't sleep with him?"

"I am a servant, how can I sleep with the lord?" Venervy questioned as if it was taboo when in the human world Esther thought this was normal and an everyday occurrence to many household.

A sudden lightness quickly covered Esther's heart in a fluffy and joyful clouds over hearing Venervy's strong rejection to sleeping with Beelzebub.

Realizing what she felt, Esther clicked her tongue for rejoicing; and hating the fact that she did cared about who Beelzebub was sleeping with. 𝐟𝙧ℯ𝑒𝒘𝐞𝒃𝗻𝒐ѵ𝘦𝑙.com

"Lord Beelzebub said 'made her to disappear far away from me'," Venervy uttered lightly, not knowing how her words turn into a sharp dagger that at once wounded Esther's poor heart. "I thought you were one of those women who kept chasing for the Lord so maybe if I had uttered such thing you would leave angrily… I don't know you were being truthful about wanting to help the lord."

"Lord," whispered Esther underneath her breaths, repeating the word which Venervy had casually spoken. It was funny but only until now do Esther realize she doesn't know anything about Beelzebub.

To hear him being called as the Lord felt foreign to her ears and she felt unsettled when she thought about how she had only seen one side of Beelzebub.

This feeling inside her was absurd. Esther couldn't explain it in a word. However she knew that whatever Beelzebub do or the talks about him can easily changed her once happy heart into an angry one but also the opposite.

It was as though she became someone else, someone who was sensitive to a fault that she was even disgusted by herself.

"What is he like?" Esther then asked. Venervy didn't expect for Esther to asked but with a wide smile she at once answered her question.

"The lord you mean? He is very smart! Handsome, well-known to the ladies for being a heartthrob and also…"

Esther raised one of her eyebrows toward Venervy, "Also?"

"I am not sure if I could say this but… the Lord sometimes seems lonely. He is never short of people to accompany him but I always found him staring far away, like he was staring at the moon and blue sky when Hell doesn't have those."

Esther noticed the same thing and nodded her head.

"But when he met that person, he was always smiling!" Venervy beamed.

"That person?" Esther inquired.

"The demon who had killed Caleb! The one who had married the princess of Hell, Lord Diablo, Ian White. When beside Lord White, I have seen Lord Beelzebub smiling from his heart. People says our lord are sly and selfish but he treasure companies."

Esther hummed, "I'm not sure about that. He pushed me away."

Venervy raised her hand and opened her mouth when she saw Esther's hand that was holding to the tree crushed it to fine pieces.

"I don't care what he is doing but he is clearly making one mistake. I hate it when people push me away. Especially when they were the one who had approached me first. Those hurtful words he said to me. I will make him feel the pain."