Ian wasn't the grandson in law who could be happy with the additional member to his newly founded family. As if Lucifer was not a bad news, Satan was far on the league of being their enemy. Even if he was not their enemy he was already dangerous. The King's first statement caused the air in the room to turn stifling.

"You are small," continued Satan as his eyebrows were deeply furrowed as he noted what he sees, "Short, slender, and powerless."

Ian took a step forward to cover Elise from Satan's studying gaze. The king's expression took a change where the shadows that started behind him begin to grow as if it as alive, "We are here to ask what you are doing here," came Ian's unwelcoming tone.

"The misfit. Nephew of Lucifer's," named Satan and he clicked his tongue, "It is because of your blood that you could stand up against me. Lucifer's blood," the King didn't answer what Ian wanted to know.

The distance between them and Satan was far and Elise could feel that while the distance between them psychically was far, the distance between her and Satan as a family felt even further. 

"Orias," called Satan for the servant to pop beside him even though he had been outside after closing the door earlier. "Bring in the food. I don't do lowly action such as putting poison you can be at rest," said the King as if reading Ian's mind as the thought passed by his mind. "Truly weak and fragile things tend to worry more of the dangers around them it is so..." 

Elise waited to hear more of his words but the demon had stopped talking as his eyes fell on her, "Troublesome," continued her grandfather while looking at her.

Ian wouldn't like to believe the devil's words because he knew no one can trust demons. Even if he were to meet his own self he wouldn't trust him because deep down the deceiving and crafty character was rooted deep in their blood that living in the right path would be impossible.

Ian turned to see his wife, nodding his head, and with his hand still holding Elise's they went to take a seat. When Ian had chosen the furthest seat, Satan's brows twitched but no comment left his mouth.

Elise had been wanting to meet her family but now that the chance provided her to ask the questions she found, the stifling situation in the room was not helping anyone at all. She didn't even know how to refer her grandfather. King? Satan? Grandfather doesn't seem to be the right keyword...

Orias came back in a speed of light and he looked at the seat arrangement, looking at how far his master was and the guests were. Feeling the distress, he was torn on what to do but once he met eyes with the King, he had no qualms and went to do what he was told to.

The start of the course was soup. It appeared to be a normal soup by the smell but not by the look. Unlike most cream soup which appeared yellowish and delicious, the soup that was served was deep red. 

If there was anything Elise would like to point out, not being petty or nitpicking, it was how the soup was plated on the bowl where it was overfilled to the point the saucer below the bowl was drenched with the soup and the splatter around the bowl which made it appear similar to blood.

Elise felt a sudden magnetic pull to look at Satan's plate which was far from hers but with her enhanced sight as a demon, she thought she might see if this was a dish from Hell. But she was unfortunate and met Satan's deep red eyes. 

The King looked at her passively, "What?" He asked, his words snipped and curt.

"This look like shit," came the answer that Ian said.

Elise who heard the words slipping from his mouth as smooth as butter had her two blue eyes widened greatly. She felt the intensity raising by her hair and Satan's eyes that had been passive widened consequently with a flared anger. 

"Did you heard the words coming from your mouth, boy?" Satan asked, the room had begin to shake and the trembling once again caused not only the furnitures and objects on the house to rock. The town folks who was at a brief peace as the tolling sound stopped were thrown in immediate panic as the ground beneath them sent a howl.

"The world is ending!" Yelled the head of the town, Dussils who had just came back to his town, finding everything was in a mess.

Back in Satan's house, Elise tried to speak. She couldn't form words but fight was not what she want unexpectedly Ian who was calm despite the vibrate of the house said, "I expected more from you, Satan. What I heard you are a King but your food..." Ian sighed, "Did you expect my wife to sit here and eat or drink whatever mess this is that you dared to call as food?"

Gradually in time, Elise caught Orias's face that turn pallid, his skin had been pale but hearing the words it was as though all the remaining blood in him had been sucked away, leaving not a single drop. 

No please don't say anything more! Was what seemed to be written on the face of the servant.

"Girl," called Satan, his words unchangingly stern.

Knowing it was her who Satan called, she met her grandfather's eyes. He truly didn't look like her but she had heard how most people said that she appeared more similar to her mother whether it was her red hair or her features though she heard her mother had a beautiful brown eyes while she had blue ones. 

Elise contemplate and spoke, "I am Elise Scott."

"I know," responded the King. 

I thought you didn't, was the words Elise decided better to keep it on her heart because Satan had called her by pronoun rather than her name. 

"Does this food look like shit to you?" Satan then questioned.

What was this situation?!

Satan's eyes on her continued to linger. If he was a dragon that could fire flames from his eyes by now Elise would have turned to ashes. 

"I wouldn't call it that but it is similar looking to blood," silence came again in the room that felt stinging. The shakes then abruptly stopped. Being polite and to break the ice, Elise asked, "Is this a dish often made in Hell? It is quite... unique."

"Glad to see that you still have more taste than your husband. This dish is something my beloved love to cook for me," Satan's eyes then moved at Ian, finding the younger demon looking at him with collected gaze that no one ever did before. "My beloved's favorite food which your husband seemingly called as a shit."

Oh no, thought Elise to herself. She tried to find other else to speak about. "May I ask who is she?" Elise questioned. From what she heard from Esther, Satan had many wives and concubines.

"Your grandmother," answered Satan. "Now gir...l tell me what you feel about the dish does it look disgusting as that man beside you said?" The King's eyes on here were harshly grim, telling her enough of how grave the current situation was.

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