The Demon's Bride

Before leaving, Beelzebub stared at Esther's sleeping face. He never knew the joy of protecting the person he loves and he didn't know how selfless he could be when it come to protecting the person he love the most in the world.

After the death of his family, nothing else seemed to matter to him. He had only wanted to proof that he was strong— strong enough to even defeat the curse he was inflicted with. Yet now he only wanted a life in the future free from danger with Esther and their own little ones.

He finally understood the feeling that Ian had and why he had chose to live a straight life unlike his reckless life before.

He carefully placed Esther's feet which he had bandage and healed for now. "I will come back soon," he whispered. Leaning forward, he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead before disappearing altogether from the place.

His next destination was to the demoness' house. It was funny thinking that he had went out of the mansion only to come back hours later. People would call him shameless for asking the help of his enemy but Beel had discarded all shame in him if it was to safe his life and Esther's life.

He was greeted at once by the demoness who looked at him, "You have made up you mind," she stated.

"I did," Beelzebub answered firmly. "This method you spoke of that could separate my curse from me, how successful it could be?"

"How successful?" The demoness shook her head, "It's best if you perform it to know by your own experience. I do have a warning for you, however. Remember that if you fail this ritual you would die. If you die, you will leave that girl alone and forever alone."

Beelzebub looked away and a soft smile played to his lips. "I am indeed a greedy and selfish person. In my mind it would best to see her mourning for me and to be forever alone for keeping in her memory for eternity. But I know I would never fail this ritual."

"By that, what do you mean?" The demoness interrogated.

"I had seen her tears. Frankly on some situation, her tears turn me on but on many other occasion, when I see that tears from her eyes, my heart hurts more than all the worse wound in my body combined. That alone is enough to drive me to defeat anything."

"I see," the demoness pursed her lips together, "and I do hope that words won't remain as only words."

Beelzebub was shown to a cave. The demoness explained to him that the cave was the best place for them to perform the ritual as it protect his soul that would be in a fragile condition after the ritual and to protect others from being eaten by his greed or him.

Without hesitation, Beelzebub then closed his eyes. He focused his energy to his heart before telling the demoness, "I'm ready."

The demoness whispered her spell upon the cue and placed the golden dagger in front of him. Opening his eyes, Beelzebub bravely took the dagger to his hand, aiming the blade over to his chest before pushing it over his flesh.

No blood had dropped from his skin and the wound that was now crafted in his body. In fact, not a single wound occur on Beelzebub's physical body.

Yet despite no blood, Beelzebub immediately curled his body forward as pain rush to attack all the nerves on his body, biting them down as though millions of needles were nailed to his veins.

Beelzebub clenched his jaw to withstand the pain. His hand crawled to the ground, trying to lessen the pain by veering his attention to the new pain on his fingers that bleed as he clawed to the solid ground.

It was as though something inside him was reform, broken, and attached back altogether. In such a short amount of time he could feel his blood boiling at the same time his body temperature dropping. It was cold and it was hot, his body felt like an inferno to him.

Beelzebub continued to hold back his wound, blood dripped from the corner of his lips as he had bitten his lips in order to hold back his pain. ƒ𝗿e𝘦𝚠𝗲𝚋n𝚘ν𝙚𝗹.𝑐o𝙢

The demoness seeing this gave him a piece of cloth which he then used to hold between his mouth so he wouldn't bite off his tongue accidentally.

The process of tearing his soul was painful as soul was the core for demons. The dagger he used was a specific dagger that would not harm physical flesh or body but would greatly harm and tear the soul of a demon.

Beelzebub had done exactly what might be horrifying to other demons. He had torn his soul by his own hands, using the dagger he currently grasp tightly on his hands.

It was then when he opened his eyes in the midst of his agony to see the reflection of himself. His reflection was much clearer now, appearing as a shadow in front of him.

"You are crazy!" His greed shouted. "Are you about to kill yourself?! Your life is more important Beelzebub! No, Noe!"

Beelzebub smiled mirthfully toward his greed, "I was always wondering," he gasped as another severe wave of pain hits him. "Why would you always put my life to priority? Wouldn't you be happy to receive a new host? A better one for you."

"Shut it," his greed commanded but Beelzebub was not one to nod his head obediently.

"But I can see the bigger picture now. If I die in an unexpected manner without having any descendant or a successor to my title, you would also die with me, wouldn't you?"

His greed appeared shaken by his words, "That's not true! Stop it! Stop what you are doing now!!"

Beelzebub grinned and only pushed his dagger even lower across his stomach, causing his greed to howl in desperation yet he wasn't able to do anything to stop Beelzebub. 𝐟𝐫𝗲𝙚ｗ𝚎𝐛𝙣𝐨𝙫𝘦𝗹.c૦m

"You are not a fragment of my illusion, you are real— indeed you are a curse. But I won't be eaten by a curse," Beelzebub continue to bring his dagger forward over to his neck, "I am myself and you are not needed in the perfect picture of the future that I envisioned."

"I TOLD YOU TO STOP!!" The greed moved forward but wasn't able to do anything as he noticed his figure thinning in appearance. He was met with Beelzebub's eyes that were filled with confidence.

"You should be regretting for choosing to be my curse, greed," Beelzebub's smile only grew wider with more pain that he had to endure, "Because now you would completely disappear for eternity due to your wrong choice."

"You will regret this Noe! You know that without me you won't be able to do anything! I had helped you in many things! Your revenge and that woman! I can help you achieve more greater things!"

"In the expense of Esther's life and mine? You should have treated Esther like a Queen if you wanted to stay alive but you were foolish enough to disregard my stubborn nature. "And you got one thing wrong."

Beelzebub held the dagger now across his neck, preparing to move it horizontally across his skin, "It is not me who cannot live without you but you who dependent to me. When I chose to you casts you aside, you should know that is when you have dug your grave."