The Demon's Bride Chapter 572: A Queen’s Action-I

Satan’s eyes narrowed at Caroline. If there was a few people who could speak Ariel’s name so leisurely without inquiring his anger it would only be Caroline. Satan looked at her with narrowed gaze. He hated it when he had to speak about Ariel with Caroline who always appear as though she knew more about Ariel than he does.

“Stop the idle chatter. What do you need me for?” Satan asked Caroline with a blunt tone of how he doesn’t enjoy the time he shared with her now.

“Running away again from the talk. If you are like this I can only imagine what Leviathan had to suffer while talking to you,” sighed Caroline and she could see the quick switch of anger from his eyes. “It’s quite simple. I only came to have you drag back that dumb human who is holding my possession.”

“Your possession,” Satan tapped his finger on the surface of the table, “The magic book to resurrect people you mean.”

“Correct,” Caroline answered and her hands slid into her pocket, pulling out a long cigar which she then lighted by her ability before tasting it by taking in a humful breath, “The one you foolishly write simply because you want to try bringing the dead back to life. Humans said that greed is what make one to turn evil but from what I see, boredom is a poison for us who have live for so long. It can even cause chaos like what you have done.”

Satan crooked his brows, “What chaos have I started?” He asked as he didn’t know what Caroline meant. “I was trying to find the bastard who took the book after Caleb’s possession but my journey was disturbed by Michal.”

This had Caroline who had been staying underground to raise her pencil sharp brows, “Michael came?”

“Came and go,” Satan answered, waving his hand as he stared again at the painting of his wife which he had decorated his castle with.

“What was it about?” Caroline questioned. She didn’t care much about outside world except her little kingdom on the underground but the matter involving angel do matter to her who was also the resident of Hell. Glint of interest flashed by her deep red eyes.

“Gabriel’s wings were found,” answered Satan and at first Caroline appeared to be unbothered until she heard him say, “Torn by someone.”

“By who?” Caroline asked with her brows furrowed. “You don’t know. If it wasn’t you who else could hurt him?”

Satan stayed quiet. He wasn’t particularly interested in knowing who was it that had harmed Gabriel but when asked, he was also curious of who could have tried to harm an angel. Seeing how this person had ripped Gabriel’s wings he could only guess the latter must also be an angel as mostly angels knew what kind of shame brought to an angel who is wingless.

“If you come to have me fetch the book, I will do it soon. You can leave now,” Satan waved his hand toward Caroline who humphed at his demanding order. She pulled out her cigar from her lips and extinguish it on the round surface which was similar to a plate. 

“I will remind you once Satan but be careful of your action,” Caroline warned. “You love Ariel, so deeply that I know but that doesn’t give you a reason to ignore your son or distance yourself to him. The one who stole her wasn’t Levi it was death.”

Satan’s eyes that had looked at he painting slowly shifted toward Caroline with a deep glare. “Mind your word Caroline. I am still the King of this place. Most people think they could come and give advises to me but no one know my life better that I am.”

Caroline pinched her hand on the skin between her eyebrows. “I am not advising you Satan. As a friend I am only here to remind you that you still have a family other than Ariel. Take care of him before it’s too late,” her eyes sunk before she added, “Because people demons, humans, or angels alike, they regret when they lost what they have.”

Satan’s eyes remain red and angry, “They all spoke as if they knew better than me.”

“Master!” Orias quickly called from the other side of the door which he had knocked on. “Your majesty!”

Satan wasn’t in a happy mood and being interrupted angered him. Flicking his finger at the same time the door opened, “What?” His low and threatening voice caused Orias to jump. 

Knowing that not answering would only angered his master, he quickly said, “It’s the princess! The Princess have come to meet you!” 

When Elise entered the large entrance of Satan’s castle, what she first noticed was the very large painting which was hung on the wall. The picture had only one person painted in it and it was her grandmother. Seeing the portrait, Elise could tell that despite Satan’s willful action, he seemed to love his wife deeply. That being said why isn’t he close to her father when he seemed to love his wife dearly?

Or perhaps he only loved his wife? There was also the way he tried to control her without giving her option to become the Queen of Hell.

A few servants that marched in and out of the hallways then stared at her who walked inside the castle leisurely at times they would talk but most of the time, they would only stare at her hard enough that it was impossible not to notice the look. Elise noted that the gaze wasn’t given to her. In fact it was all directed to her father who stood beside her.

“How terrible is your relationship with grandfather?” Elise questioned to fill in the silence between them.

“Terrible enough that I like it better if you don’t call him your grandfather,” answered Leviathan bluntly.

Elise wondered if the hatred between them stemmed from the time Satan didn’t help him during her mother’s death or if it had gone since long before but remembering Esther’s words it appears that they haven’t been close since her father was young “What should I call him then?” 

“You can follow my lead,” answer Leviathan and sensing how Elise had been looking at the servants who stared at them both, he gave a small glare to the servant, causing them to flee. Elise who noticed this heard him advising, “Next time if there is anything you are uncomfortable with called up to the people who caused your annoyance—”

“Because I am the princess of Hell and I can do what I see fit,” continued Elise that had Leviathan’s surprise.

“Have I told you this before?”

“No,” Elise answered, her voice falling in whisper, “Ian once told me the same.”

Leviathan was thinking on what to say when Orias came toward them. He bowed to the prince and princess of Hell, “Your majesty is waiting for you in the dining room, I should lead you to the place.”

Elise didn’t give a nod toward Orias and made her way after her father. At the same time from afar, Caroline who was looking down at the small servant who was leading her out of the castle turned her eyes when he caught a faint shadow of a girl with red hair. But as it was only a passing moment, she turned back her head and went on her way.