Chapter 596: Child’s Cry-I
Chapter 596: Child’s Cry-I
Satan jumps to his feet, hurling the chair he sat on meters away from him as he did so. His hands on the surface of the table clenched while anger was visible on his face. "She had exchanged an item in exchange for her husband's wings from the underground?"
Satan never expected for Elise to have a plan for herself. When Elise had come running for help to him, he had thought his granddaughter was on the end of her path, needing extreme help she knew she could only receive from him. He had questioned a little of Elise's obedience but it was all gone when he saw how she behaved to those around her with the quality of a Queen.
Satan flicked his finger for the contract he had signed with Elise to appear on his side. His eyes read the first few wordings of the contract: 'Satan has to bring back Ian by his own hands'. The sentence could be reword as so.
Satan's brows pulled when he comprehend it was Elise's plan to complete the resurrection ritual by herself. But the ritual won't be completed without his help as he was the only one who knew the last step of the ritual.
Orias who panicked seeing Satan's grim expression said, "While Prince Leviathan know how to resurrect a dead demon, I am certain they would still need you on the last step, sire. Because even you will have to sacrifice—"
"Bring Caroline... No!" He growled. "I will be going there now!" Satan howled before he appeared at the gate of the underground as if expecting his arrival Caroline was standing in front of the gate but was taken aback when she saw it was Satan and not the person whom she was waiting for.
Satan took this as Caroline waiting for Elise to retrieve Ian's wings which had been on the possession of the underground. Caroline took a step back to be on a stance, preparing for an attack.
Satan's eyes narrowed at this action made by the woman, "We don't have to make this difficult Caroline. Give me that fucking wings!"
"Make this difficult?" Caroline chuckled before her lips that raised quickly fall down slack. "You see Satan. We are a friend. Both you and I had been here since Hell was made. Since this place came to power and since you ascend to the throne. As a friend for certain I will help you."
"You are not helping now and I won't hesitate to attack if you don't give me that fucking wings!" The ground beneath them shake as the entire castle bubbles in the same rage that Satan felt.
Caroline looked at Satan in distaste, "A shame, really a shame. You would have been a good man, Satan. But why all men are like you and my husband? When they need something and cannot get a hold of it you would throw a fit of anger. Is it because you think I will cave in?" Caroline's red eyes widened, "I am a demoness. I won't obediently abide by anyone's order!"
"Don't regret this," Satan threatened with his hands that were gripping tight the handle of the sword turning white from the pressure he had used, "You are making the wrong choice."
Caroline looked at Satan before her smile widened, "Try then."
Elise who was still inside the church, away from all the fights that were happening on he underground of Hell rubbed her forehead as she felt a sting of headache. But she quickly pour back her focus over to the parchment in front of her. It doesn't
Seem like they were having any clue with all the keys matching with most of the name written in the page except for one which was the key that she had found in her house.
"This might be Emmett's key, the one who had went missing," said Alex when they found that all key had its own owner.
"But there should be a name carved in it. It is possible for a person to carve in new words but not to do the opposite," Dalton gave his own idea.
"Perhaps we should try to be in contact with the maker of the key," Elise suggested another option which the two people in front of her immediately agreed to. "But is there a way to find out whether this key doesn't belong to an old version before the ones used now?"
Alex nodded is head, "Every two or three years, they keys would have different shapes. From what we can see on the key you have on hands, milady. It does belong to the keys that we will be using for another year."
Which mean the key was fairly new. "Where is the maker?"
"He works right in the underground. I will go and fetch him," Dalton rose on his chair. Else thought to follow but she sees no need of it as she needed to keep an eye on the younger Lone. In the last three steps away from the table, Dalton looked at Ernest, "Take care of the lady."
Ernest looked at his brother with a smile.
When Dalton left, Alex went to fetch more documents, leaving them alone. It was difficult for Elise to sit beside a person at her current situation. She was constantly haunted by the doubt that grew on her heart. Keeping herself to question whether the person sitting next or in front of her was truly the people she knew and wasn't someone disguised as them.
When she met Alex, she was happy but the doubt grew over her joy and she questioned if once all the dark sorcerers are rendered useless, would she finally be able to be her old self?
Snapping back to reality, Elise held the key again. She had tried reading the memories in the object but found none as everything had been wiped clear. She then looked at Ernest who had walked over the shelf to pull a book, "It's been a while since I see this book," the man murmured.
Elise also pushed herself from the chair and made her way quietly toward Ernest. There was only one way for her to know who Ernest was and whether he was indeed the person— the dark sorcerer Lord. And it was by peeking into his past.
As she reach her hand, ready to mutter her whisper, Ernest's eyes that were focused on the book slowly moved.