Elise couldn't believe whom she had seen. It was Mila, her eyes didn't lie to her. At first, Elise doubted what she saw. She wondered if this was the dark sorcerers other disguise only to know that this was the truth. No matter how much she doubted her eyes, the truth as across her eyes as clear as the bloody moon above them.

"Why?" was the only words that Elise could ask while staring at Mila who Ian had held by her neck against the pillar.

Mila didn't bat an eyelid on Elise's expression as if she had expected it, "Him." She answered and Elise shake her head. 

"I-I don't understand..." Elise walked forward. Like a child who had just had her wish shattered across her eyes, Elise was stricken with sadness and shock. "What do you mean, Mila?"

Mila closed her eyes once, opening to show the same bleak expression, "He killed my entire family. Haven't I told you before, Elise about my child?"

Elise who had a good memory remembered the story at once. She could feel her heart squeezing so much in pain, causing it difficult for her to breath.

Seeing Elise's expression, Mila didn't need the answer. Thus, she continued, "I remembered it was such a beautiful day. The sky was blue and everything was beautiful. It was a very very long time ago. I expect you to not remember it either, Lord Ian."

Mila's memories can never be erased. Whenever she closed her eyes, her grief haunted her similar to a way of a ghost who hunted its murderer. Mila recalled the beautiful day when she hugged her baby girl. When she had to leave her to the mountain as it was her work to gather the herbs. 

Mila greeted the people around her. Being the famous girl of the village, everyone who knew her only had a good record about her, never had there been anyone who hated her for she had a gentle and loving nature.

"Mila!" A woman called her once she was about to cross the gate of the village. "Going to the forest now? It's dangerous dear and your husband is working in the field inside the village, won't you only tire yourself by doing such a work?"

"I will be fine, Mrs. Barbara," smiled Mila to the woman. "My baby girl is still small and I hope to give her something that could give her a helping hand for her future."

"You mean education!" Clapped the woman who was named Barbara, "But it is difficult, isn't it? I heard they open the school in the church and... what is that!" 

Mila quickly turned her head to see what had made Barber reacted the way she did. Turning her head, she then see the large carriage stopping by the gate. An elder woman stepped out of the carriage, seemingly talking to the other woman inside the carriage. As Mila was standing near the side of the carriage she could see the difference of status from the two women by their appearance.

The woman who had stepped out wore a worn out clothes like them although she had necklaces and other jewelry that made her looked as if she had more money than them. But the woman who continue to sit on the carriage had her chin tipped high. Her expression was controlled and even cold. Although she was as beautiful as the gown that she wore, the woman appeared rather prideful. Mila thought that she should teach her daughter to never be as prideful to others like the woman was.

"She is back, isn't she?"

Mila turned her head with a curious look. "Do you know who she is, Mrs. Barbara?"

"For certain! That woman who is standing in front of the carriage is Arrah," Mrs. Barbara explained.

Mila took a while to remember who Mrs. Barbara meant, "I don't think I know her."

"Naturally, Arrah left the house right when you were young. Do you know the house right behind yours? That is Arrah's house. I think she left to work for a high noble family when you were still young but your parents should know who she is. I think the woman inside the carriage is the people who Arrah worked for."

Mila hummed in response, "Do you might know who the family is?"

"I remember it was a very easy surname to remember," Mrs. Barbara sucked her breaths with her hand hanging loosely on her hips, "I remember! It was White. The Family White."

Mila recalled that the talk ended only there and then. She didn't have much thought to brood about her neighbor who had came back to her home after years. Late at night, her daughter cried in her sleep and Mila woke up, pushing herself from the bed. Her husband also woke up beside her, "I will tend to her, you can sleep. You have worked far in the mountain," said her husband to her with a caring gaze.

"I only went up and down the foothill today, Eunice, I will be fine. Instead you need to sleep," Mila suggested. She pushed herself from the bed when Eunice, her husband followed.

"Let's tend to her together and have her sleep between us." 

Mila smiled at her husband's suggestion. They went to take their daughter from the crib and took a seat at the footboard of the bed. Thinking it was hot, Mila went to open the window when she narrowed her eyes as she saw someone was running in between the pitch darkness.

"What are you seeing so seriously?" Eunice asked, coming to take their daughter from her hand and swung the baby gently on her hands. 

"It's our neighbor," said Mila while still narrowing her eyes to see through the darkness.

"The one named Arrah, correct? What about her?" Curious, Eunice had walked toward her side and looked at the darkness, finding no one. 

Mila turned her head with a faint frown, "She appeared as if she was running away earlier."

"Running away, silly you maybe she is just leaving early for something," Eunice brushed her worries away. "Though I wonder why she is leaving her house this late at night. Anyway let's get back to sleep, Alice is asleep too as well. We have an early start tomorrow."

Mila offered her husband a smile. She was curious but also sleepy. Closing the window, they got back to the bed. Before her sleep, Eunice held her hand. She saw his smile through the help of the small oil lamp beside the cupboard.

"I wish you a beautiful morning."

Mila showed Eunice the same loving smile, "And I wish you a very beautiful dream."

"With you, I am already certain that my dream would be beautiful. Thank you, Mila, for giving me a family. I was an orphan until I met you," Eunice kissed her hand before going to lean forward and kiss the forehead of their baby, Alice.

"My life was not compete until I met you, your gratitude is just as wide as I felt. Good night," she wished her husband. Mila began to close her eyes and drift to sleep, hoping her day would be beautiful tomorrow morning.

But God appeared to have another plan ahead of her.

Because while the next morning came for her small family, the night never came for her husband or daughter. A demon had came toward their peaceful town, destroying everything. 

The demon was adorned with pitch black horns on the sides of his head and a pitch black wings which was made up of feather. Mila's eyes burned the memory of the demon as that day had marked her first day to the path of revenge.