The Demon's Bride

Chapter 643: Weeding It Out-III

The more emotionless Ernest appeared and how he didn't seem to be concerned of Kyle's death when the man had once been a very close figure to the brothers, the angrier Elise had became seeing this. The man had no remorse. She couldn't understand the reason for Ernest's actions. But once he had killed the most innocent kinds of soul, Elise had no intention to go easy on the man.

And neither did Ian.

"What is the need to overreact? Being a demon and the wife of a demon, both of you have taken life as well." Ernest spoke in a way as if he doesn't know his mistake but Elise knew he comprehend the weigh of his action, this had only been his attempt in avoiding to take his responsibility .

"Why did you kill Kyle?" Elise questioned with her jaw clenched.

"Is there any reason why I should reply to that? He was on my way. It's simply as it is," replied Ernest, his hand swung the sword he had on his left hand, wringing out the blood to splatter over the wall.

"You are insane," Elise can't help to let the words leave her mouth even though she had known that Ernest was an unhinged person. "Kyle had helped you?"

"Helped? Well not wrong, he did helped me to avoid attention and hide my identity from outsiders but now he served no purpose as my identity had been exposed. Yes, why do you blame me, Lady Elise?" Ernest tilted his head in an apparent confusion. "You were the one who caused his death. You were also the person who had revealed my identity and come here to find out more about my past which is unpleasant. If not for your little mouth and action, he could perhaps spend another few years of living. You don't seem to—"

Ian caught Ernest by his mouth and hoisted the man to the wall. The other two dark sorcerers were startled as Ian hadn't played by the rule of completely listening to Ernest's discussion and had went for an attack. But before they could do anything, Elise had touched the two dark sorcerers' hands, causing it to crumble into ashes. Anger was trembling in her blood and she looked at Ernest who was unbothered seeing his only two allies dead when and to be alone with both Ian and Elise.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Ernest," Ian stressed his words. Something feral hiding underneath his voice which he had lowered. "You might think you could poison Elise's mind with that rotten reasoning you have in your head but you would never succeed. Don't try to guilt tripping people here."

Elise saw Ian pulled Ernest from the wall and dragged the man by holding to his head before shoving Ernest's face to Kyle's body. "Look closely at that wound. You see the blood? You see that red liquid? Now look at his face," Ian who had shoved Ernest face to the wound, pulled his head and this time push him closer to look at Kyle's expression where his wide eyes had turned lifeless and chilling to look closely. "This is the look of someone being betrayed and their disappointment flashing before the end of their life. That wound that had killed him. It wasn't Elise who had pulled the trigger on but you."

Elise held her hand to see Ernest's reaction. It started slow and almost inaudible before finally, Elise hear a raise of voice and it was laughter coming from Ernest. The laughter bubbles out and Ian who frowned pulled the man's head and once again slammed him to the wall. This time, Ian's hand was gripping tight his neck.

"What's funny?" Ian's question was straight and sharp.

"What exactly are you trying to achieve, Lord Ian? By letting me see the body up close. Is that how you teach me the effect of what I have done? I don't get what you are trying to show to me. Is it the dead body? The blood? Or the wounds? I have seen a lot of them. Perhaps you want to see my remorse?" Ernest smirked widened, "That would be impossible. How was my sneak attack? I have to say I did well didn't I? This seem to be a trick that came from Satan himself. A shame how he decided to keep the spell locked when he could have gone anywhere unnoticed."

Ian had seen plenty of people with a screwed mind as he was one as well. Living in Hell, he also had plenty of witness to people who entertain bloodshed, those who loves death as their desire and passion. But Ernest was one insane man of his own.

"Remorse?" Ian shook his head, "I never sought for a remorse or guilt from others. I don't need it. Will remorse and guilt from you give back the lives that you have taken? No. I'm a demon not an angel nor a saint. All I want to see is Ernest," Ian answered to cause Ernest's face that had been filled with smile to form into a startle. "I had only put this to you so I can see whether both of you are insane or only one of you who strive as a parasite to the other. And I am thankful that both of you appeared to be mad, this make it easier for me to kill you and teach you the payment for killing me."

As Ian finished his words, he peeled Ernest's head from the wall and slammed the man's head to the wall. "Come on. Come out," he ordered. "Come out Apollyon." action

"W-What are you saying?!" Ernest screamed, his hand trying to dig the skin of Ian's hand. Ian didn't want to spend a single drop of his blood to the man and once again casually slammed Ernest's head to the wall.

"Ian," Elise's voice then appeared from behind. She had been watching silently and thought it was finally time for her to raise her voice.

Ernest's head was covered with blood that hindered his sight. Seeing Elise, he grinned, thinking that the Demon's Bride was just as naive as ever, believing that there was still a chance for the evil to reform. Ernest had guessed that Elise would stop Ian's violence.

"What is it, my dear wife?" Ian questioned her in gentle manner without looking at her eyes.

Elise stared back at Ernest's eyes, understanding the man's thoughts where her eyes narrow, "Don't kill him too early. There are more of his sins he cannot pay by dying easily."

"Of course," Ian grinned widely, his voice turn malicious as it goes deeper, "There are plenty of death I have in my for you. I will be kind and choose you the one with the most torture before your death."