The Demon's Bride Chapter 704: Lie, Liars-III

Beelzebub when he was younger once dreamed to be the strongest demon in Hell. Like how heroes started as a normal civilian, Beelzebub once had a childhood like no others.

In comparison to many demons in Hell, he had a once peaceful life with his family.

“Your boots,” his mother voice echoed when Beelzebub ran across the hallway of their house. The house was located somewhere in Hell, at one of the safest land where war rarely occurred.

His mother and father was a high demon, their bloodline allowed them to leave with enough accommodation and Beelzebub grew up with no worries in his mind. 

He stopped when his mother spoke and tottered toward him. “Mother I am older now! You don’t have to chase after me like this.”

“And your boots?” His mother questioned. Her long blonde hair was tied to the side as she held one hand on her hip and the other holding out the shoes for Beelzebub to use.

“I don’t need the boots now. I will only be visiting the garden,” said Beelzebub. He claimed himself to be older even though her height barely could even his mother’s waist.

“Garden again?” His mother sighed. “Have you forgotten that your father forbid you from going there?”

“But—”

“If it is about your pet again, I am certain he is fed well,” his mother looked down on him who had puckered his lips in dissatisfaction. Finally she sighed and said, “But I suppose you can meet him if you miss him.”

“What about father?” Beelzebub asked. His red eyes turning brightly.

“Today will be our secret,” his mother’s smile softened. “But remember if you don’t listen to your father again. I wouldn’t be able to allow you like today again.”

“But I simply told him that I wished to visit the mortal world,” Beelzebub presented his hand, “I don’t understand why he despised that idea so much and what was my mistake that could have angered him.”

His mother held one hand over her cheek, looking hesitant when she said, “Your father, darling, doesn’t like humans.”

“He doesn’t? Why?” Beelzebub was on the age where he was curious of anything and everything surrounding him. His curiosity had nimbly brought him into finding about the mortal world which was fascinating to his eyes as it was filled with numerous of things that he won’t be able to find in Hell.

“Humans,” His mother red eyes looked over the window under his watch. “They are greedy and selfish. Their welfare came to first for themselves. Regardless if it gives disadvantages to others or if it would out others on a risk. That’s the way they are.”

“But demons are like that as well. We put ourselves before others,” Beelzebub raised his question.

The question had his mother to smile. “Perhaps yes and perhaps not. See, if I were in danger, will you come and help me despite anything, honey?”

“Of course!” Beelzebub answered. “Do humans don’t do that?” 

“I am not sure. But for the humans whom I have seen, most of them are similar to the ones I have described to you. Without caring, they could sacrifices their dearest one for their own gains. Even though we are suppose to be demons, they are no less crueler than us, some times even worse.”

“I don’t understand,” Beelzebub drew his eyebrows, causing a frown on his small forehead. “If they practice the same idea of us and believe that putting themselves before others to be correct, why do father disagree with them? I thought they could live alongside us with our believes on the same line.”

His mother looked to be in bind with the question he raised. She bent down to her knees and placed her hand on Beelzebub’s golden hair. “I think this is something that you cannot understand yet, honey. I don’t understand it either and your father will disagree if you leave to the mortal world to find their existence. But one day, I believe there will be an option for you to find out more about them and see their life with your own eyes.”

“What about you mother?” His mother looked down with her eyes filled with questions. “Do you hate humans?”

“I have to agree with your father. I don’t like humans at all. They were beings made by God, loved by God, yet all they do is going against god yet they disagree with our way of living, making us evil when they are no different than us. That Frankly, I found them disgusting and pathetic.”

Beelzebub who had received his mother’s permission to leave the house, was in a deep thought as he scoured the garden. He wondered what kind of life human had in mortal world. As humans were looked terrible in Hell, there was little to no record of them. This only fueled more questions in Beelzebub and intrigued his childish curiosity.

Beelzebub pushed away his thoughts of trying to visit the mortal world as to him, his father was an extremely frightening person who he would never want to go against.

At the time when Beelzebub made his way to the greenhouse, he heard a hoarse sigh not far from the place he stood at.

“Who’s there!” Beelzebub demanded at once.

Beelzebub’s family was known as one of the most prominent families in Hell. Therefore, their garden and house was kept with the extreme security. Their garden was one of the places with strictest security due to his father’s fondness to the garden where even servants were unable to enter.

Yet from the scent where Beelzebub could smell, he could notice the traces of iron, the overwhelming of blood that caused him to frown.

Beelzebub heard the sound of movements but the other person refused to reply. “Come out or you will regret it!” 

Beelzebub was still young but taught by his father whose temperament was no less than a volcano, he held the proud attitude that caused the other person to flinch in fear.

Beelzebub noticed the shadow moving away from the back of the tree on his left and rushed to chase after the person. Being a demon, even though he was still a child, in ease, Beelzebub could chase after the latter person, grabbing them by their shoulder and slamming them down to the ground.

Beelzebub’s red eyes glowered when he glared at the other person. “Who are you!” 

The other person screamed but Beelzebub who noticed the woman’s brown eyes quickly raised his hand to cover the woman’s mouth, stopping her from speaking. 

“You are a human.”

The woman seemed to be startled as well when she saw the person who had dragged her down to the floor was in fact a boy, a younger child who was much smaller than her.

“Don’t scream. Someone will come if you do,” warned Beelzebub as he continue to look at the person. All this time he had been curious of humans and finally finding one that could serve some answer to him, Beelzebub couldn’t help but wanting to gain more knowledge on them through the woman.

His grin widened that was far from a child’s smile as it was filled with a trace of cruelty. 

“You don’t want to be cut to halves, do you?” Beelzebub questioned. The woman doubted the boy could do anything but was worried if the boy screamed for people to come and kill her.

She couldn’t help but nod as it was the only option for her to escape danger while Beelzebub smiled in mischievousness.

Silently, he dragged the woman nimbly toward the green house. Ordinarily, no one could enter or have a chance to see the greenhouse of his family but using the same reason that people won’t recklessly enter the greenhouse, Beelzebub had brought the woman there to avoid gaining the servant’s attention or his parents as it would put a stop to his plan.

The woman sat in fear as she sat down on the floor while Beelzebub stared her continually. 

“You are a human, aren’t you?” He asked again for confirmation. By how the woman was scentless and not to forget her eyes that held no trace of red color, he guesses the woman to be a human but he was unsure if he was correct. He once had heard about scentless demons and even a demon with odd eye colors. The woman could be one, thought Beelzebub. 

“If I say I am not human, what will you do?” The woman asked in fear.

“I will hand you to my father’s hands. Honestly, I do not care about your life,” Beelzebub uttered.

“You will hand me to your father if I am not a human?” The woman was puzzled by her reply. “But humans should be the reason why you would hand me over to the authorities.”

“Maybe to others yes but I am curious of humans, therefore I will not do such a dumb thing as giving my experiment to the hands of my father,” Beelzebub crossed his legs as he sat on the edge of his chair.

“But… even if I tell you I am a human or not, will you believe me?” The woman apprehensively questioned.

“No,” Beelzebub simply replied, “But I can confirm that with my eyes soon. Remember, lying is not good, lady.”