Elise could feel her heart slowly picking a pace. But it wasn't be cause she was filled with anticipation to meet the Dark Sorcerer Lord who she had been hearing but never met before.

She wanted to know who this person is to payback as he deserve a punishment for all the things he had done. 

When Elise looked at the man, she narrowed her eyes. Not because she knew who the person is but because when her head turned, she found a man elder than fifty standing with one hand on his hips.

"Lord Dark Sorcerer," greeted Thomas and after him was Mila. "Have we both disturbed you?"

"No, but I wish to know the cause for earlier ruckus," the man said. Elise continue staring at him. This was him? This was the dark sorcerer lord whom she had been haunting for? A man who looked fragile due to age? The man who cannot stand on his own as his legs were trembling?

"Mila tell me what happened? Is there a reason for you two to be in a discord?" The elder man questioned again but Mila shook her head. She offered the man politeness and highly revered him

"It was only a simple joke between us two, milord. I have come with the mission from him—" Mila didn't complete as the man raised his index finger over lips.

"No, no. Come and follow me. I presume you have something important so say coming from 'him' but I also have something I need to properly discuss with you, Mila. Come to my room." and saying this, the Dark Sorcerer Lord walked away from the hallway.

"I don't need you to take my blame," Thomas said with a click of his tongue.

Mila easily turned her head to the man, "It's unbecoming for a man at you age wailing and whining simply because he didn't get the attention he needed. I didn't take your blame, Thomas. I don't mind you looking crazy as you are one. I just don't have time for you. That's it. Simple."

Hearing these words, Thomas's face reddened. "One day you will beg for my help and I will not do anything or even lift a finger to help you. Mark my word."

"Words are a weapon and also a curse," Mila responded bleakly. "You will be in despair if those words you says came back to you, small one."

Thomas's anger was on the top of his head when Mila left him. She did not have the time nor mood to entertain Thomas and his charade. Making her way toward the Dark Sorcerer Lord, Mila knocked on the door before entering the door which opened on its own. 

Inside, Mila was met with the Lord who had taken a seat. Elise who followed in the fragment of the dream clenched her hands as she noticed that the person who had caused sorrow to many people including herself was standing in front of her. She was resisting the urge to choke the man now as she knew if she had used her power, she might be able to kill the man but in exchange she knew her small action could lead her into changing the future whether it was to worse or better.

"Take a seat," said the Dark Sorcerer Lord and Mila did what he asked. "There are many discussion we have to take care seeing that you rarely come here but I understand your lack of time... you keep staring at me," Elise who had stared at the man felt a flinch after his statement. But his eyes were still on Mila who was acting as the listener on the conversation. "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Excuse me, Lord but you appearance," drawled Mila.

"This appearance of mine? It is only a disguise I have to take as you don't know when people will come to your discussion. I prefer keeping my true identity a secret for now. Thomas seemed to believe this is how I look, however, I pity him,"' the man shook his head. "Now tell me first what 'he' wants to say. We haven't met for centuries."

"It is only a simple information, milord. In Hell, it appears that Lucifer had arises from his punishment as well as the prince. They are making their moves and has seem to be on our tail," Mila relaid the information. It was difficult for Elise to not praise Mila's acting quality. She had been portraying the gentle maid but in truth, the woman knows much more about her family than she did herself.

The dark Sorcerer Lord didn't seem to be surprised, "Where is your master now?"

Elise tilted her head and pulled her brows together. Master? The Dark Sorcerer Lord wasn't Mila's master but someone else?

"He is still in his service with God, Dark Sorcerer Lord," Mila responded, confirming Elise's guess.

Service with God, repeated Elise in her mind. There could be many meaning taken from the word but with her world intersecting where there were demons and angels, Elise could only decipher Mila's master as an Angel from Heaven. And by heart, Elise could also guess that Angel had been the same person who had orchestrated a plan that trapped Lucifer.

"He is busy. Keeping an appearance is hard and I knew this because I share the same experience as him. Just like you, Mila. How old are you turning this year?" The man questioned. It was subtle and Mila didn't seem to notice it but Elise could feel how the air starting to shift after the man's question.

"I don't remember, my lord."

"You don't but I do. You will be going nine hundred years old soon. Not many people could ever spend as much lifespan as yours but you are lucky Mila. Because on your darkest time, you met your Master who gave you the opportunity to lengthen your lifespan and even gave you a power like no others."

One of Elise's brows raised. So Mila's power wasn't only completely earned from her practice of dark magic but because an Angel had gifted her the power?

Something was brewing under the scene and only now Elise finally caught the faint grasp of idea of what was revolving around her underneath her happy days. And she was determined to find the bottom of this. She had lost Ian and when she found him, she swore in her heart that there should never be one slightest opportunity for others to destroy their simple joy.