Orias didn't know what to comment. Shall he praised Ian's bold action that had mocked the dish right in front of Satan who is the head of the house? Who other than him would dare to do so?!

The demon servant cannot understand where did the bravery came form Ian and perhaps it was because of the blood that running on his veins also run on Lucifer's veins. The two of them were similar in their appearance and also conduct. 

Never had he seen any demons daring to comment about the food that had been served in the castle or when they dine with Satan. Orias was far from angry of the comment Ian remarked. Instead, he was far from being angry. Usually the food that were served were made by the special cook from Hell, but the reason why Satan had been angry wasn't because Ian had compared the food with the crude words, it was because the person who had made the food wasn't the cook.

It was Satan himself!

Satan's eyes on Elise turned rigid. Elise, who didn't want to hurt her grandfather's feeling but not wanting to lie replied, "I haven't tried the food yet it might be too early to judge anything by the look. There are some food that appeared bad looking but taste very delicious."

"So it does look bad," came Satan's words and he humphed. "Orias bring this away."

"No-" Elise stopped Orias, "I would like to taste what my grandmother would like. If that is alright with you," she offered Satan a sincere smile.

Ian could see how Elise's smile was akin to warm kindle of sun while Satan who looked at her irked him as the King had seen her with his brows and lips scrunched as if he had watched a horrible deformed animal wriggling under his feet. 

"You won't like it," Satan said, and his eyes turned passively to Orias.

Orias took a step when Elise persuaded, "I haven't tried it, making a judgement would be too hasty now."

"Orias," Satan called as his servant had disobeyed him.

"Please?" Elise asked. It took her a while to realize how persistent she was being but then she want to try making good relationship with her grandfather.

Orias, who was standing in the distance between Satan and Elise felt stuck between a rock and a hard place. One one side, he could feel the King's pressuring gaze that he couldn't disobey with how eerie and threatening it was. The other side was Princess Elise's sweet and kind gaze that he couldn't disobey for another reason as well.

Both Elise and Satan stared at each other for a good few seconds without looking away.

"Fine do as you wish," then came the unwilling agreement from Satan. 

"Thank you," Elise said which had Satan to frown in response.

"Why are you thanking me?" The Devil questioned, his eyes were holding a little light that was to dim to be called as one.

The question was unexpected but Elise responded with her smile, "Because you have agreed to my wish."

"You thank people a lot, girl," the devil paused in a thought, "If you keep on thanking others you will regret it for one day might come where you would be used by others."

Ian watched the exchange without missing a single expression from Satan and Elise on its own reason. Elise took the spoon the closest from her bowl, dipping the clear metallic surface, she was about to bring the spoon from her mouth when Ian placed his hand over her.

"What?" A curt tone came from Satan who had been watching them, "I didn't poison the food," he clarified.

"But a test of the taste is needed. I would never feed my wife unpleasant food," Ian answered again and the veins on the devil's forehead popped. He knew for sure the damned mirror of Lucifer was trying to irk him. Taking the spoon, Ian took a taste before frowning, even though he was well aware that his facial expression caused the demon's eyes to flare up.

Elise who heard no sound of disapproval took the spoon to her lips. With the red gooey liquid passing to her throat, her eyes widened. Satan narrowed his eyes over her expression, "How does it taste?"

A smile came on Elise's lips, "It taste delicious." 

Orias leaned to the closest wall, singing praises to the princess deep in his heart. He wasn't sure what was about to occur if Elise has spoken otherwise.

"We didn't come here for the food," Ian then cut the chase, staring back at Satan who was looking at him with a frown in the same intense gaze. "If you still remember my first question, can you give us the answer now?"

"I am cleaning the garbage," Satan answered as he leaned his head on the back. For now the air had turn less stifling though it didn't mean the pressure in the room had changed. "Some demons have overstayed their visit in the mortal world and I am here to remind them where they belong. Not to mention because of a foolish man's mistake it caused some headless vermin trying to bring back what they couldn't afford."

Ian's eyes darkened and for a moment through his deadpanned look on his face, a certain cold swirl danced on his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Elise who cannot decipher the meaning of the words he said asked.

"Caleb, the second generation Diablo had stolen a book from me," Satan started and Elise could see where the conversation was going directed to even though it has just begun. "That foolishly in love demon did something he cannot afford to do and now the book that he carelessly stole is somewhere around the mortal world, causing a few people who should be on my soul prison to come back to life."

"The dark sorcerers," Elise said when it dawned to her. She had been curious on how could dark sorcerers bring back people to life. Yes, they were strong but not strong enough to make miracle which she knew humans wouldn't be able to do. 

"Hm, whatever they called themselves as. Humans are humans, greedy, ugly in heart, and easily swayed. Doesn't mean some demons aren't less stupider than them who tried to bring his lover back to life knowing well that he wouldn't be able to do that. If that book hold that power, I would have bring back my wife as well," Satan uttered with a click of his tongue. 

Elise noticed from her side of Ian's hand that turned rigid, almost his entire body hardened at what he heard. She could see anger slowly simmering from his eyes. A wily smile then appeared on Ian who knew that Satan was trying to provoke him. 

"A King that could not protect his possession is he still a king? You blame others without telling their consequences," answered Ian. Shadows filled his eyes, "Caleb wouldn't have stolen the book if you had told him that the book was useless to bring back a specific person and humans back to life as it could only bring back random demons. I see why you are called the missing King it is because you are not on par with your responsibilities."

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