The Demon's Bride Chapter 392: Fitting Wedding Gown-II

Elise stood behind a screen divider while the seamstress helped her to fit her wedding gown behind it; busily tempering the side of her waist where the fabric was too loos. Cynthia was busy speaking with Ian about the wedding and the process of the wedding until she stepped out to showcase the wedding gown that she wore.

Ian’s eyes didn’t stop staring at the white dress that adorn his bride, his smile widening while he stared at her, “You look breathtaking,” Ian whispered as he made his way next to her. “Count me as the luckiest man in the lands to have you as my bride.” 

Elise felt her heart full with his praise and her cheeks can’t help but to raise as it was pushed by the corner of her lips into a smile. The gown that she wore was a large gown with many layers that looked beautiful and simple. The way the dress was fitted to her body was perfect, neither too tight nor too loose and when she moved, it wasn’t heavy that would allow her to walk without feeling tired or the need to be help by other maids during the wedding gown.

Two days ago, Elise’s belonging had been shifted from her room to the room beside Ian where she would stay temporarily until the day of her wedding come.

“Oh my, Elly, you look so beautiful!” Cynthia squealed. She went to take a closer look at Elise and can’t help but to praise every single thing that she saw from her. 

To think that small girl would be the Lord’s wife right now, Cynthia had a mixed feeling. At first she was worried that Lord Ian took her as his bride. Ian was an evil man but he could be a good man if you know the reason of his actions. He killed people but never kill them for no reason. But Cynthia was worried not about that; she was worried about Elise who will have to live with Ian if she marries him. The Lord’s life was filled with blood that didn’t suit the kind-hearted Elise. 

But now she had learned to accept it as in this world there would only be Ian who suit Elise and would make her happy. 

“Oh no, Cy,” Elise said, pulling her handkerchief as she wiped the tears that welled on Cynthia’s eyes, “Please don’t cry.”

Cynthia took the handkerchief, pulling a smile, “I’m sorry. I was just so happy. Please excuse me to the powder room,” said the woman as she quickly left.

“I never know she was that one type of person who is sensitive,” Ian commented while seeing Cynthia left.

“It might be that there was no opportunities until today that you see that side of Cy,” Elise answered when Hallow who had taken the appearance of a chick walked over toward Elise. His wings raised to lift the outer fabric of her wedding gown that was thin and see through. 

“I was wondering if you two were going to marry in Hell,” Hallow said, “I heard that the marriage held in Hell is more extravagant. Why would you choose marriage in humans’ way? They look very bleak with white colors and barely any other colors. If anyone was to throw black ink to the dresses it will turn immediately to a funeral clothes.”

“It’s not that much different from human’s marriage,” answered Beelzebub who went toward them. Bending down, he took Hallow by his tail and brought him back to the chair and yawn. “The only reason why marriage in Hell is extravagant is their marriage ritual but it’s fairly normal compared to humans’.”

Elise turn to look at Ian who smiled at her, “I didn’t know that Hell also hold marriages.” In her mind, she imagined Hell to be filled with sharp hills and barren lands with the rivers filled with blazing lava.

“Of course, there are,” Ian confirmed that had Elise to wonder if Hell was far different than what she imagined, “But in one of the marriage rituals in Hell, they require an innocent human soul to be killed and sacrifice for the bride and groom, I don’t mind it but I know you won’t like it. How do you like the design of the dress? If you don’t like it, we can make another one. Seeing that we still have another two weeks, it won’t take time.”

Elise shook her head, her blue eyes looked over her dress and the tall oval mirror placed in front of her, “I like this gown, it’s lovely, and I feel close to it already,” said looking at Ian who smiled back at her. 

He then raised his hand to the seamstress, calling them to settle the rest of the things, “When can I expect the wedding gown be ready at?”

The seamstress bowed, “It should be around next week, Milord if more alteration is unneeded.”

“We will be looking forward to it,” Ian said and the seamstress bowed again. 

Elise took off the wedding gown, wearing her dress while Beelzebub stood up, “Well I have seen what I need to see, I will be going now.”

“I’m staying here,” Hallow insisted but Beelzebub pushed him inside his pocket despite his words.

Beelzebub made his way toward the door when his eyes stopped at the window and he noticed the coachman that seemed to be preparing themselves to leave and his eyebrows raised to look at Ian, “Will you be leaving the castle?”

Ian didn’t reply immediately and stared back at Beelzebub’s red eyes that held less color than him. He continued to look before he spread his grin slowly, “We are about to visit Elise’s so called sister who live in the village.”

“That’s sounds interesting. I will come with you,” Beelzebub offered with a smile, waiting for Ian agreement. Ian didn’t reply with either yes or no but with a shrug of his shoulders and walked away from the place to sit near the coach, ignoring the black crow with red eyes that set itself on the windowsill that flew upon hearing the new information Ian spoke aloud on purpose.

When Elise left the castle, she lifted her chin to stare at the snow that begin to lessen in amount. Ian left to talk with Cynthia who spoke with a light frown and when he came back, she curiously asked, “What happened?” The past few days had been silent with them searching for the missing bodies and she wondered if it was about that.

Ian looked back at her, frowning and she wondered if it was that serious when instead, Ian said, “The vampire that had been wriggling around you, he went missing.”