Elise watched Cynthia left the hallway. Maroon was not standing too far but he was quiet, making him almost not noticeable. Elise shifted her eyes to see the side face of Ian, his face holding a calm expression and a smile that was not for once mischievous. Beelzebub had left along the way without her noticing.

She wondered why Cynthia asked her the question. It sounded to her ears as if Cynthia had gone around the towns near where she lived before to search and ask about her and her family. Did something had to do with her past? Elise could tell that this happened because of Ian's order.

Elise heard Ian spoke, "You keep staring at me and the wall will kiss your face."

Elise stopped, her eyes looking straight in front of her to see it was the wall. If not for Ian stopping her, as he said, her face would have stuck to the wall. The accident embarrassed her. 

"I know I am handsome enough to make you lose your sight at anything other than me, but I don't want you to have a nosebleed. What are you thinking?" asked Ian, he heard with his sharp hearing Cynthia's question. Understanding that there was truly something that Scott hid from others.

"Did you request Cynthia to search around the town near mine to ask for my past?" asked Elise for her to see Ian grin.

The less information was able to make Elise ask, and Ian was glad that Elise was a clever girl whose mind was quick to catch things. "I did, your parents seem to hide something from us. You said you remembered people avoided you in the past, did you remember why yet?"

"No," Elise shook her head.

"Tell me what you remembered," Ian pulled her hand, holding it and he squeezed the gaps of her finger. 

Elise didn't know what to feel whenever Ian holds her. His fingers were like coal, burning and it led to traces in her that she can't forget until she was on her bed to wake up in the morning feeling the lingering touch again.

"Eyes," replied Elise, and Ian raised his eyebrow at her words that were ambiguous. "I remember there were many eyes around me from people taller than me. They looked at me and whispered something, after that they had the expression of not wanting to get close to me." She looked away, to the ground, seeing her shoes that were slightly oversized than her feet.

Elise lived in the past with people looking at her in disgust. She had become too familiar with people's sharp gazes on her and knew how to differentiate between the eyes of people who dislike her and didn't want to get close to her. 

"Can I take that for the reason you know nothing?" Elise nodded her head, and Ian hummed. The Scotts, what exactly are they hiding? For now, the reason for Elise's power had been found and so was the shadow as Ian expected. Next was the information Beelzebub had but the sly Demon had left in second. Not that Ian didn't notice when he left, but Ian decided to let Beel roam around. 

"What are you doing after this?" asked Ian and it breaks Elise's thought.

She was trying to pull her memories, tugging it by recalling if there ever been the time when she felt strange in her family's house. But the thoughts flew when Ian asked her. "I was assigned to clean the candles on the Eastside."

How convenient thought Ian. Beelzebub was staying there too. "Forget about that, accompany me somewhere else."

"But it's night time," replied Elise. Where were they going late this night? She wondered if it was Ian's bedroom... at one flick of a second, Elise's heart pound and Ian didn't miss this. 

He pulled her waist, hands that were still holding her palm raised beside her face. Elise felt the pull and her heartbeat felt thundering louder when she saw Ian's face just right a hair away from hers. "I'm sorry to let you down that we are not going to my bed."

"I-I was not thinking of that," Elise lied, the lies easy to seen but her lips can't help to say the words to cover whatever thoughts sinking to her mind.

"Lying. My dear, lovely, sweetheart Elise, are you trying to turn to Pinocchio for lying?" Ian moved forward and Elise thought she was going to kiss. She can't understand why but whenever she recalled the kiss that turns her knees weak, somewhere inside her feel heated and uncomfortable. As if there was a part of her body that felt tense and need to be released.

"N-no, I was not lying," Elise ran her eyes away, her heart was filled with an overwhelming loud sound and she can't look at Ian without feeling herself on the edge. But Ian pulled her face, not letting her hide the adorable reaction which worth diamond to his eyes. 

"Really? If you are a Pinocchio by now your nose would grow long, but I don't mind it. I can tell you will still look lovely even with a long nose," Ian moved forward going for the kiss bit on her forehead. "I would like to invite you to my bedroom, and do things that are more important, but now we have another place to go."

Feeling Ian releasing her waist, Elise touched her hot cheeks, "Where to?"

Ian stopped his shoes, winking at her, "Do you think the church will still be open for sinners even at midnight?"

Elise only looked at him. "Is it the church I mentioned earlier?"

"Yes, we can request for a holy water there too," Ian stepped away with his hand holding hers, bringing her somewhere to the corner of the hallway. He opened the window, the large glass that was tinted in blue color where it was large. One step away from the window could lead to death. 

Ian stepped over the window's frame, standing on the edge of the window with his hands outstretched for Elise. She stared at his hand then at his face. The cold wind blew over Ian's black hair, and he let them go wild. His red eyes grew brighter in the nighttime, and her heart skipped at the new view of his. 

There was still a puzzle in Elise's eyes, "Why the holy water?"

"Because my sweet bride keep lying to me and we can use it for a confession. Who knows maybe I could find out your desire— inner desire of being pinned under me, and let me have my ways on you." His words were not subtle and Elise bite her lips when Ian pulled her hands, bringing her closer to the edge of the window that almost reached to the floor.

Unable to hold her words, Elise said, "Demons can't use holy water."

"Why not?" 

"Because it would be dangerous for you. Holy water could hurt Demons," Elise wondered how much of this was the truth. After all, Demons were always painted in shades of black but Ian had always been bright like a light.

"Don't you know, Elise? I love the thrill of getting hurt. Like how I am with you how, despite the chance of getting hurt, you only interested me more. Nothing can stop me when it comes to you," he pulled her waist, his lips whispering the sweet words were ticklish, "Not even pain or death." His red eyes stared at her with an intense look of love, sending shivers to the deeper set of Elise's heart.

"Shall we go?" she nodded and saw in one second Ian's wings emerged without taking the time.