The Demon's Bride

Sorrow Of The Red Haired Girl-I

"Are you alright puppy? You can open your eyes now." His confident voice brought ressurance to Elise's ears.

Under the scarlet moonlight, the man's appearance looked rather vicious. He looked around his late twenties, having a young yet full of wisdom face. The red eyes that he had were brighter than the blood but deeper than the colors of a clotted blood. Skin as pale as snow but red eyes that showed his inhuman identity. Holding unchanging untamed wildness but an omniscient composure that brought reassurance to the people around him. The person was none other than the person who saved her from being sold in her childhood. The Lord of Warine who was known well for both his sorcery and his mysterious background. The person that goes by the name Ian White.

Elise's bright blue eyes continued to drip of tears of fear and sorrow of the dead bodies she had just seen. She looked at him in a daze, having not seen the face for such a long time she doubted herself at first. But finally noticing that her first guess that the man was the genuine Ian White, her shoulders broke down in an indescribable relief. Ian stared at her eyes that seemed as though it would melt from the tears it exuded and extended his hand. "Can you stand up?"

Elise took his hand and tried to stand up but as soon as her upper body raised, a pang of pain struck her from her ankle and she collapsed to Ian. Ian instinctively saved her and felt the harsh trembling on her fragile shoulder and knit his elegant brows. He placed his hand over her head and whispered. "Don't worry, no one is going to attack you."

The gentle touch of his words made her sobbings and pain worse. She clutched to his coat and cried on his chest to pour out all the sorrow for the people that she lost.

In a night, she had lost her family again. Her parents, her little brother, aunt, uncle, and their soon to be born daughter. Happiness of her daily life was robbed of her again. "Why...?" She whispered. "Why does it have to be them?" She asked a question that he couldn't give a reply.

"No one can foresee death." Ian stated and use his magic to heal the sprain on her ankle. He stayed still, letting Elise to cry on his chest for a long moment and waited until she calmed herself down. When she did, he asked in concerned. "Can you stand up now?"

Elise wiped her tears, resisting her urge to break down again and chugged down her sobbings. "Yes, I think I could now. Thank you very much for helping me, my lord."

"Don't worry about that now, also don't look at anything besides you." He lend his hand to lead her. Elise followed the path he led on and bit to her lower lips to ask. "Can I meet my family once again?"

"I will come with you."

They stopped again at the house where the murder had taken place and walk over to her family. It was hard for her to resist the urge to bawl. "Please rest well, uncle and aunty." Elise prayed beside them and felt her eyes stinging from the tears on the rim of her eyes. Grief coming over her couldn't stop her body to tremble. He only prayer was to have her family's soul to rest in peace above.

Ian silently stayed by her side as she pray beside her family members that she lost. Suddenly a cat appeared from behind, looming from the shadow with his tail swinging in the air. "Milord." Austin spoke in his cat form.

"What is it?" Ian who stood at the frame of the door turned his head.

"Cynthia have apprehended the black sorcerer in the town's fountain." The news rose the thirsty blood-colored eyes on the man. He smile a little with a terrifying look at the person who have made his little puppy to cry.

"Stay here. I will come back again." Ian ordered as a red mist covered him to transfer him toward Cynthia who was standing in front of a man covere with black cloak. Her beautiful face had blood splattered across that had been wiped when she felt Ian's magic presence near her and bowed to greet. "Milord."