It was not Lucifer's ideal plan to come to the castle all of a sudden. There had been a day where he thought he would come and he was sure the day he was supposed to meet Ian was not today but then the situation called it. While seeing the sight from Beelzebub of Ian being harmed, Lucifer knew that it was fake and he could have ignored it but there lies the slight possibility that it was not an act and having lost his sister, he could not afford losing his nephew due to his small careless mistake.

He had taken the job of protecting Ian in his late sister's stead after seeing her ashes and being a person of his words, he would not allow any harm come over Ian who is the last proof of his sister's being.

He recalled that day where he visited Lucy from Hell. Unlike him who live and strive through blood and death, Lucy live in mortals' world which suited her more and her gentle ambience. 'You are here,' Lucy's voice came next to him and he didn't immediately turn back to look at Lucy. His eyes were staring at the sparkling stars that feckless the wide dark canvas which was dabbed with tinge of purple.

'Come here, sister,' Lucifer called and Lucy took small steps to stand beside Lucifer. 'How does the sky look? In Hell, it is always a simple pitch black swamp on the sky but here it looks better.'

'and that is one reason why you decide not to destroy mortals' world?' Asked Lucy with a cherry chuckles as she knew those words often leave Lucife's lips.

'You know me,' Lucifer shrugged his shoulders and crossed his leg over the other, 'Why did you call me? You rarely do that.'

'I have some great news,' Lucy said, holding her smile so she won't look like a silly fool but when Lucifer turned to look at his younger sister, he could see how happy she was and the unbridled joy that danced on her face. 'I have found someone whom I wish to marry he is...' the thought that stirred in Lucifer's mind that swirled back to his current view of a large and aged castle.

"I shouldn't have let her marry that son of a bitch," cursed Lucifer, remembering the past only threw more coal to his burning anger and it was because at that time he trusted on Lucy's choice but if he knew her future would become one where she turned to ashes, he would rather object it or bring her to Hell, whether she liked it or not.

Malphas crossed his hand in front of him, wondering again why there were here and pray in his heart for nothing bad to happen, but then he felt a sudden chill on his back that caused the horn he had been hiding from his head to appear on its own. His master's nephew was here and his presence was no less threatening than his Lord's.

Elise walked beside Ian, time to time she looked at the back gate where two men was standing at. The spread of snow behind them looked whiter in contrast to the pitch dark clothes the two men wore. Wind blew the snow, causing it difficult to peruse on their faces from afar but as they got nearer, Elise saw a tall man whose face a mirror of Ian's bit slightly older with long black hair and another man whom Elise have seen before and it was during the time when she recollect of her past.

This was Lucifer, the Angel who was very well-known amongst all people in all three realms. The man appeared normal, as one would expect. Instead, he appeared to be a handsome Devil as if it was a temptation.

Elise felt Ian's hand clenched as he walked nearer. While his expression showed no deep anger, she could feel the extent of his disappointment oozing out from every of his littlest gestures.

When the two men stood in front of each other, one studied the features of another and it was Lucifer. Malphas who stood beside his master could see the way Lucifer's eyes sparkled. He appeared to be proud by seeing Ian. How can't he be when he saw himself so much on his nephew? Even though he wasn't his father, he can't help but found it fascinating that Ian looked like him.

"I did not meant to come this way," was Lucifer's first word to his nephew. He looked around the place, finding how odd the group of the people were. There was his nephew's bride, a dog which was actually a grim reaper and a few other Demons both high and lesser in status.

"Does it mean anything for you not to come the way you want and the way you come now? It's a pity God made you with hands when you can't even knock," Ian stated, his voice was barely controlled. The only reason for him not to succumb to anger was because of Elise's hand that came to cover his fist from the side.

"Knock? But I haven't come to the door yet," Lucifer said, pulling a naive look, "How long since we last met, Ian?"

"Disgusting," Ian spat at once, causing Lucifer's brows to raise and like Malphas, he was stunned by Ian's bland yet piercing word, "Don't call me by name, fallen Angel. It's utterly disgusting for my given name to be called by a stranger. Usually people who call me leisurely by name unless they are people I allow them to would be under the ground by now," and he tapped his feet to show the example of the people he had buried under the castle's ground.

"Stranger? But I don't think we are a stranger. Didn't you put that act for me to see?" Lucifer questioned, his lips forming to a V smile, seemingly enjoying the conversation even though at some point the tail of his lips or brows would twitch.

"Well?" Ian showed the same raise of brows while looking at Lucifer, "I don't think I know what you meant."

From the exchange, Elise could tell that this was not a great start for an uncle and nephew to exchange with when they had just met after a long time. The air was stagnant. Shouldn't they have a friendlier talk to mend the rift that occurred between them? But then Elise could not blame Ian for his attitude at the moment because she could tell how disappointed he was by his uncle, Lucifer for not being able to be there during the time he needed help. The man came too late and now all Ian want to know was the answer for his absence.

"To me you are just a stranger," Ian repeated, finding that when he spoke the word 'stranger' Lucifer's brows would drew together and seeing anger sparks, a smile curled his lips. He urged himself further to press on Lucife's button, finding solace in doing so, "A stranger who had ripped my wings and a stranger who had let his own sister be burnt down to ashes." and all of a sudden, the air shifted again, though it felt cold, some of them could feel a layer of sweat covering their foreheads when Lucifer's eyes narrow, a scowling expression then followed to appear on his face.

"What did you say?" Lucifer's question came clear as if he hadn't heard Ian's question earlier. His question came through his gritted teeth, clearly holding back a livid tone as Ian had rubbed the sorest spot of his heart.