The Demon's Bride

The Lord Of Warine, Master Ian White-II

Humming to a melody In a pursed lips, Ian exited the auction building to see his lawful subordinate Maroon, Alex and the little girl crowding outside the black carriage. His scarlet eyes laid first on Elise who looked down to hold back her frightened tears while clenching to the hem of her tattered dress in front of the carriage. Why does she look that frightened? Ian asked himself in bewilderment.

A few minutes in advance, Maroon who received the order from his master's crow pet came to ready the black carriage for his Lord to use in front of the slave auction. At the time when he finally arrived, Alex the golden-haired human came with a girl who had the hair akin to him but much more brighter as though it was burning. He swept his eyes across, having his expressionless face a little confused. "Who might this girl be, young master Alex?"

"It's a long story," Alex sighed, raising his hand to rub his temple. "This is the girl that Ian bought." His words were gentle to Elise's ears. Usually people would call her slave but the young man didn't want to call her with such a term. Maroon had gotten used to Ian's quirk and had a rather straight face after receiving the news. But the rippling curiosity didn't falter from his eyes. Maroon chose to wait and looked aside from the entrance to see Ian exiting the auction hall with his scarlet gaze at them. When Maroon notice Ian's white gloves had been drenched in claret from the blood. He pulled out a new set of gloves and presented it toward Ian who came to a stop at the black carriage with a bow.

Maroon dare not asking his master "Who is this girl" and butt into his affair and decided to wait until the Lord would speak of that matter. Instead, he recalled the gate of the town would be close near midnight and inquired a different thing. "Where would we be going, my lord?" He paused an continued, "We should go to Warine, but the road would take us there after about three days and the town's gate would be close by now."

Ian glanced at the sky colored in inky and ordered. "Find the nearest inn for us to stay for the night."

"Right away." Maroon bowed to accept his order.

"Ian, just what did you do?" Alex questioned as his eyes spotted the spattered of blood across his shirt and mask. He could feel his head swollen from new problems and chaotic matters that he would have to clean after his mess up in the Church.

Ian tossed his stained gloves to Maroon and put on the fresh gloves. "Just cleaning the bright world from sinners who harmed my little puppy."

Alex parted his mouth but nothing could come out as judging by his word he had killed the slave merchants and instead shook his head. In one hand he support the idea of ending the life of that damned being but couldn't agree to his method of just killing people as he loved. The Church one had an old saying that every time Ian walked out of his house, at least a life would depart from the world. As he was the lord of Warine and the person with a strong background not even the Church could dare to do anything that would annoy him. Alex didn't have any other thing to warn and accepted his fate of being locked in his office cleaning the aftermatters here and there. He spoke with a resigned voice, "Before you take in the girl, you should stop your bad habit."

"Bad habit? I don't see that I have any." Ian walked toward the carriage door innocently.

"You do. Your habit of ending the lives of people who irritate you. What's this time that irate you? The whip wound. Since before you came to rage at the wound made by whips. Making me wonder if that is your trauma or something?-" Alex felt exasperated after today's ordeal, now for sure whip or whip wounds are forbidden to ever enter Ian's sight. Or else who knows what he would do next time?!

"I don't. Also, I have another reason for doing this. Can't you see? he hurt my puppy." Ian protested as he lightly pointed the diagonal wound on Elise's petite back.