Lucifer's body that stood in front the wall was casted by the flame, causing shadow to appear below his body. The man showed a smile, a gentle one as the person who he met now was his dear sibling.

"How long had it been?" Lucifer asked himself as if he was speaking to the soul that was extinguished by the fire. "I had just regain my body. Three hours ago to be exact and I wanted you to see it first. Coincidentally while I was watching my beloved nephew, it appears that he and his bride wanted to meet you; finally I see you again after years. Though you have turn as ashes."

"I heard what Ian had said. So you didn't called my name during your death. Malphas would have come for you if you had called my name and you know even if my body was taken from me if you are in danger I would be there. Why, sister?"

The flame flickered from wind that sourced from no where but affected by Lucifer's emotions. He settled in silence for a while, walking toward the painting and his fingertips traced on the painting. No words left from his lips as if he was tracing the lifeless body of his sister that had died in the fire.

The ashes that was bottled inside a vessel below the portrait did not let the familiar voice that Lucifer had always heard throughout his childhood. It wasn't that the dead woman didn't want to speak with him but because her soul was no longer in the mortal world. She had turned to ashes, down to ashes, not even a bone of her was let as the people who had put on her stake didn't let the fire to extinguish for a full day, until her son came to extinguish the fire.

A sudden burst emotion echoed from his body as the vase, chairs, and other furnitures near him how quake. His golden eyes that stared at the portrait then slowly embrace a red color that appeared from the corner of his eyes, "I will kill them." His sudden announcement brought darkness to appear on his face; from the sides of his head a sharp scale begin to appear that grew longer as it curled inside, "Those husband of yours, his second wife, and the people who killed you. Everyone down to the people who spout degrading words to you, they will all be on my list in Hell and I will make sure they suffer more than you to the point their soul won't handle it and shatters."

Only after the words did Lucifer's smile begin to spread, a chilling air covered the room, "Knowing you, Lucy, you won't ever agree to my method. But unless I do this, I won't be at peace and count this as my apology for ripping Ian's wings. You must be very angry if you knew what I did but I can't help it, I am a Demon who had stole all your Demonic side while you took all the Angelic side of our parents even though you had no wings."

Lucifer raised his hands, from the empty air, he then pulled out a red spider lily, that glimmered as if it was glowing in the darkness, "Good night my sweet sister. Until we meet again."

Lucifer turned his body and walked to leave but his brows raised at the sudden variable that stopped him from leaving, "Hm?" came his up and down hum. "Why can't I apparate from here?"

Lucifer's eyes flickered with query and it quickly fall on his palm. He studied what was wrong with his body he had just regained; oddly nothing was wrong that should stop him from teleportating from the place and yet when he tried again nothing happened much to his puzzle.

What was going on? Lucifer remained calm but clearly with his power suddenly out of use, he cannot help but frown.

The demon then resulted to opening the door by hand, something he rarely do for almost a hundred of years. Turning and opening the door that was unlocked he pulled the leaf of the door but it wasn't budging.

"You must be fucking kidding me," cursed Lucifer under his breath as his patience was running thin. He placed his hand on the door, ready to blast it away but his hands on the door quickly fell when he recall his his dear younger sister was behind him. When he questioned who could do this must be as strong as him, his mind then came to his nephew who had built the protection inside the room.

"Oh my sweet dear damned nephew. I see what you are doing," Lucifer closed his eyes with his fist clenched and his shoulders shake along his body. A while passed until he threw his head forward and bubble of laughter erupt from his mouth, "Look, sister? He is a very mischievous child just like me."

The white colored rose which was placed by Ian in front of his mother's portrait then glimmered. Elise's eyes stared at the flower that was in front of her back in the castle. "What are you doing?" Ian's velvety words came from behind her.

"Watering the flower, I am thinking of growing flower in the garden. Do you think Maroon would help me?" questioned Elise, "I saw him taking care of the flowers before and he looked like he enjoyed taking care flowers the most."

"Maroon won't have a say to whatever you do. What are you thinking when you have successfully groom the flower?" Ian questioned as his fingers patted the empty side of the bed to call her.

Elise removed her steps from her spot and tapped her feet toward him, "I am thinking to give it to our family's grave and your mother's."

"My sensible bride. My mother would be happy if she knows that," Ian chuckled and when Elise had climbed on the bed, he pulled her by her waist and covered her with the blanket. Within a snap of his finger, all the flame on the candles surrounding them disappeared.

"I am glad to meet her and for bringing me to see her, thank you," from how clean the room where Lady Lucy was placed, how there was only a single chair to sat on, Elise could tell the room was Ian's only solace and he had been the only one to see Lady Lucy without allowing anyone to come as they weren't worth to see his mother.

"I should thank you instead. She had been alone in that room for years. Our company must have been what she had been wishing to have. Though we have left now..." Ian drawled and his lips curved to a wider smile, "I have captured what might accompany her for her to enjoy her time more."

Elise who didn't heard the last couple of word looked at him with questioning gaze and Ian didn't reiterate his words, "Good night, sweetheart." and Thus, the Duke of Hell was left on a room in small house until he could contact his clumsy servant to help him leave the room.