Chapter 514: Kindle of Warmth-II
Elise went into the bath, dipping herself in it and feeling the warm water all over her skin that felt good before she leaned her head on Ian's head as they both sat inside the bathtub. "It was a long day," Elise said. This happened and that too. "The bathtub is too small for two of us."
"I will think about making a bigger one now," Ian dipped his hand on the water, bringing up his hand which tangle between her red strands. "Do you feel sleepy? I am a demon so sleep doesn't affect but it is not in your case."
Elise agreed with the thought usually she would feel spent after what happened but strangely she didn't now and she wondered why. "Strangely, I don't feel tired at all. Not even a little."
"Do you?" Ian settled his nose on the back of her head. He noticed that Elise's demonic sense had gone sharper as well. Does this an that her demonic side was growing inside her? However, there was still a large puzzle in him. Both Elise's demonic side and her angelic side were equal inside her yet right now he cannot sense a single sense of angel from her. As if it had vanished. "Have you ever felt a power inside you other than your demonic ability?"
Elise looked at him and shake her head, "So far, I can only call Jett and... ah!" Elise turned her body, her supple bosom and her fair shoulders turn pink from the warm water she subrged herself in. "Lucifer told I could use my magic to see through people with my shadow magic," and Elise believe she would be able to find out more if she had the help lend by either her father or grandfather. Sotis one can only rely on themselves like she did now, thought Elise.
"Mhm, go on then," Ian nodded, giving her his hand, "You know how I am immortal. If there cos an experint which you need to try. Don't be shy and do it on . Be careful, however, we cannot have you power exhaust you again like last ti."
"I never feel tired anymore," which considering how exhausted it was last ti when she had used her power in the village, she found it both thankful but also wondered why. "I will try," she then announced.
Elise rembered the choices Lucifer gave to her, wondering which she should choose and took the chance to look into the better part of his heart which wouldn't be too intrusive, as even though they were now husband and wife, Elise knew there are so part of a person's heart which is better left unseen.
She wondered how she should do it. Studying without seeing how or without being taught by anyone, Elise had to try it by her intuition. She channeled her power of the shadows into her fingertips, placing it over hand.
Ian saw how beneath her hand a black smoke ford subtly, "You are a natural," he whispered.
Elise smiled eting his eyes before she closed them again, muttering in a very low whisper, "Show your deepest mory."
The view beside her suddenly disappear. All around her, Elise could feel she had been shifted into a different space. When she opened her eyes, she then found herself fully dressed, standing in a large garden where all around her was surrounded by violet flowers.
"That damn bastard!" The voice of a young man startled Elise that her eyes turned wide. She turned her head, finding the one who had scread was in fact a young man who appeared to be on the age of sixteen. The young man was draped in red coat, his appearance posh but too gaudy where his fingers were filled with many rings. "I swear I will make him pay for what he had done. Do you see this wound on my face! It is all because of that goddamn manwhore! Let father know this and when he know I will see how he will beg for my forgiveness!"
"Young master Stultus," the servant who stood behind him spoke, "I don't think Sire would be happy to her the quarrel."
"Oh shut up!" Stultus angrily yelled. "I know he wouldn't! Every ti I tried to have father scold him it instead beca my turn to be scolded! One of this day I will make sure he taste his own dicine."
"If this humble servant my ask, young master what happened that caused you the wound?" The servant was much braver than the others because he was the most favorable servants of all the servants Stultus had.
But that didn't spare him from Stultus's anger. Over the questioned, the recollection of what happened an hour ago played in Stultus's mind that caused him the blue injury on his cheeks. "I had only spoke about how bad it was for him to abuse a cat using a rock. I warned him but instead he tripped and caused this injury. Stop talking and move! I am not in the mood to speak about it."
While the people left, Elise moved away, wondering if that person who had just passed by her was the younger brother that Ian had ntioned? The one who had been killed as he shared the sa wretchedness as his parents.
"He said I trip him. What am I five?"
Elise didn't have to look at the face of the man who had spoken to know it by her entire soul it had been Ian who had spoken. Elise then turned behind, she looked at the person who no was hanging on the branch of the tree. His back was lean on the bark while he had rested his long legs casually over the branch, crossing one leg over the other.
Like a cat, Ian had made his own resting place on the tree. He leaned his back with a grin on his lips. Though there was the mischievous expression on his face, Elise could see it by his appearance that he was far younger than how she rembered him to look like. His hair was considered longer and was swept to the side while the four first button of his shirt had been left open, showing him the youth and wild look.
One appearance that made Ian very different than how he was now was his deep black eyes in comparison to his current bright red eyes. And though he appeared playful, the streak of evilness cannot be seen from him, like a person who had never killed before.
Was Ian talking to her? Elise heart thudded inside her heart. She was a visitor in his mories. There was no way Ian who was the part of the mory to see her. Unless her power had been too powerful that she had compelled this to happen?
Ian's eyes looked down, eting Elise's blue ones that stunned while eting his pitch black eyes. "What do you think. Unfair, isn't it? Not to ntion a manwhore calling a manwhore. Well even if I am, I would be a handso manwhore compared to the ugly one."
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