Ian transported to the front of Lucifer's house. Before Lucifer made his grand escape from his mansion after telling him about Satan, he had not forget to tell Ian the location of his manor in hell.

There was never a coincidence with he devil, thought Ian. Everyone was played by the devil. When they think they were dancing in the tune of the music, in fact they were led by the devil's leading in the dance.

He didn't knock the door and as he expected, Malphas's head stuck out of the gate, offering a naive smile as he appeared to be very excited. But Ian replied his eager gaze with a bleak one. Seeing Malphas, the memory of him being tricked by the demon servant's cousin, Orias had Ian to click his tongue while staring at Malphas.

Malphas was startled by the clicking sound and when he tore his gaze from Vallac to meet Ian's furious gaze, the servant ducked his head, wondering again what was his mistake? He didn't do anything!

"Why are you smiling?" Ian questioned and his words sounded as if he was ready to kill Malphas for smiling.

"I-I am excited to see a guest in the manor after more than a thousand of year, milord. Forgive me if it displease you," Malphas tried to be polite but Orias had been similarly polite like him to the point Ian sees the politeness as another trick.

When Malphas turned to usher Ian toward the mansion, he had stepped on his own shoelaces and snowballed on the ground.

Seeing the clumsiness Ian shook his head, "The other one acted like a fool but this one is an extreme fool."

Ian went entered to the house, thinking that this was the fourth house he had visited in a mere hour difference. Malphas had led him toward the hall. On reaching the room, Ian entered the place before Malphas following his steps and clumsily made his way to stand near Lucifer.

The door closed with a thud as Ian stared at his uncle sitting on the throne with his legs crossed. Being at the very end of the room, in front of the door, Ian leisurely walked across the floor, walking to the single straight path that started from the door toward the throne, which was carpeted by the bloody velvet carpet.

When he reached not too far away from the staircase that led to the throne, Ian threw across Vallac so the demon fell across Lucifer's legs.

"Not killing him? I thought you would," hummed Lucifer while seeing how Vallac had only broken his legs, ribs, and a few fingers that Ian had stepped on. "Don't tell me you have pitied him? Have you regain your humanity, my beloved nephew?"

"Ugh," Ian pressed his hand to his forehead as if he felt his head splitting upon hearing the word 'beloved' which Lucifer stressed. "I have no use of him. I only need those who actually caused my mother's death not those who only assist on the way."

Lucifer frowned, looking confused, "I don't understand where is this difference. This one did assist to Lucy's death which connect to her dying on the fucking stake."

"Yes," Ian lazily eyed Vallac who was fear stricken by the two's conversation of whether or not to kill him. "But he is only a pawn. If he hadn't agreed to the offer made by Gabriel, Gabriel would have tried to found another pawn. I don't do the dirty work. My servants are those who do them."

"You are calling me a servant?" Lucifer's words brought chill.

Malphas now know for sure that two lions can never be in the same mountain. Whenever these two alpha demon are in the room, their conversation had never failed not to be tense. None of them want to back down and they were the type to accept provocation when given. Worse, compared to nephew and uncle, they were like nemesis who never fail to rub each other's sour spot.

Ian never feared his uncle not because he trusted Lucifer won't kill him but because he had that confidence he would be able to put up more than a decent fight against him.

"You should be grateful to have your status raised from stranger into servant," Ian answered with a grin that faded slowly as the corner of his lips fell to form a straight line. "Now I need you to spit what you are hiding from me. What is exactly your goal?"

Ian looked at Lucifer whose expression remained calm as if he didn't hear his words. With a sly smile and a look of confusion, Lucifer shrugged his shoulders, "Spit? I don't have anything to tell you about. My goal had been clear hadn't it?"

"To find the person who put you to the punishment but that isn't all it is. You might fool others but don't think I don't know what you are doing. You can try it on others but not me." Ian pulled his hand from the side, forming fire over his palms. "I didn't mind whatever goal you have in mind but today you have dragged Elise into your plan, fucker."

Lucifer had been rolling a clear candy on his mouth but as he heard Ian, the candy was crushed by his teeth. His eyes looked at Ian completely unamused now. "I see that you still haven't learn your manners. Don't forget that before your uncle I am the Duke of Hell."

Meanwhile, on the other side of Hell, Elise rubbed her eyes to confirm she hadn't seen it wrong. The curiosity made her to follow the person as they might be involved with the things that she could feel was moving and happening slowly between the three realm.

As she got to the last steps of the staircase, Elise looked left and right, taking sight of the large shadow of a person from the corridor but what had taken all the words from her mouth was the golden haired boy who ran to the end of the corridor.

It's him again!

The demon who had taken her brother's body, William!