Recommended song for this chapter: Guizhong's lullaby— Jordy Chandra

"I saw a demon, flying down from the sky. He was in rage, destroying everything and anything around him. By the time I had seen all around me, everything had disappeared. My husband, my parents, my child, Alice," Mila's eyes slowly were willed with tears but she had managed to hold them back instead she showed a smile, a wry smile. "It was him. I will never be fooled as I have seen him by the eyes and for that day I will never forget."

Elise didn't know what to say. Somewhere in the back of her mind she remembered Aryl's words about hatred when she was still young. At that point of the time she didn't know anything about hatred. She didn't know how it started, how it rooted, and how it will end.

She didn't know whether she had the ability to blame anyone. 

Ian had been angry after seeing his mother killed in the worse way possible, burned while she was still alive. Whilst in rage to find Arrah, he had killed Mila's family along the way.

Fate was cruel, it's path had been carved and no matter whether it was Satan's blood she had coursing to her veins or the archangels, Elise learned that she was vulnerable to the path fate wanted her to take.

"It's revenge, Elise," Mila continued, her words to Elise were like raw blade stabbing her body, the pain was agonizing but it wasn't physical and it hurt more than the scars on her knees she received when she fell down the floor.

Ian was not moved by the statement Mila said and the woman looked back at him with a look of disbelief. 

"Even until now, you won't ask for forgiveness, Lord Ian White?" Mila questioned. Her usual tone of politeness had changed into mock and rage.

"I won't," Ian responded and he asked, "Do you come here to listen me asking for your forgiveness? You don't and I know that whatever plead of guilty I give to you will never be enough to repay your deaths. They are innocent. Indeed, they are but what I had did that day, I can't do anything that would make them come back for you and neither you."

"I had only wanted one apology, Lord Ian," Mila answered, her eyes looking down at him had turned calmer than before.

"I will apologize to all the people who are innocent and whom I have killed once I see them again whether it will be in Hell or Heaven. I had been prepared since the day I killed a person to shoulder the effect of my doings, Mila," Ian responded back to her in a calm manner as if he had been prepared of it— as if he knew that retribution to kill a person will come back to him again one day.

Elise's tears fell from her eyes as she felt her heart falling to the bottom of her stomach. She was at lost in what to do. Who to blame or who to forgive. 

It now painted a clear picture to Elise of what had been going on and why the enemies could go inside. While the intruders dies as they had entered from outside, Mila had been inside the mansion and she had been the one to call forth the demons. The bodies of the servant that died Elise could tell now not most of them was killed by demons but also Mila who had used them as a base for her sacrificial ritual.

"What about you?" Ian asked Mila instead, "You have killed so many people to come here. What will you do when someone of their family took on the same path of revenge as you and went to kill you? What will you respond when they ask you for forgiveness?"

Mila appeared taken aback by the question as she wasn't prepared for it. As indeed, she was blinded by her own hatred and revenge that she see all means possible, leaving no stone unturned as if it was the most right thing when she knew deep down that what she had done was no different from Ian.

"But can you blame me?!" Mila raised her voice, "You killed my family. They are the only reasons in this world that I had!"

"Neither can you blame me. My mother was killed. She was also the only reason for me to be in this world. I lost everything that day," Ian kept his red eyes to maintain his gaze while staring at Mila without faltering. "I was wrong to kill your family and it would only be an excuse for me to blame the fact that I was still immature and a newborn demon who was overly riled up by anger that it blinded me from killing only of those who are responsible."

"Shut up!" Mila yelled and her black eyes went wider as she blasted an explosion from her hand. Ian had to let go of her neck to avoid the attack as well as to take Elise away and move her from the corridor as the ceiling caved in.

Elise saw the rubbles of the corridor, seeing Mila no where to be found and she didn't know what she was feeling whether it was sadness or relief.

But Mila hadn't died. She floated to the sky, her hand was raised across her shoulders, "I might have to owe the same retribution to those people I have killed but I have come this far and I can't go back."

"Mila," Elise called her, "Don't do this. Please." 

Mila's eyes slowly went to lock gaze with Elise's blue eyes, "You are so similar to her, Elise. Blue eyes, always looking at me innocently. Because of you I had thought multiple times to relinquish my hatred to forget about my revenge."

"There is still a point you can turn back to, Mila. We all have guilts," Elise responded to the woman with plead on her words. "I have them as well. I had killed people too. Please. I don't want to kill you."

Mila could see the splitting image of Alice her baby apologizing to her begging her to stop. Mila closed her eyes, letting the tears to fall, "No. If you want this to end, you should kill me Elise. Maybe with this the cycle of hatred will end."