Chapter 511: Night In Hell-II

Elise held Ian's hand as they walked down the road of Hell. Hell was unexpectedly silent, more peaceful than what she expected to be. Somewhere in her heart, she had expected death and punished humans would be displayed along the road. Except for the dangerous cliff, the endless river of fire, and the frightening looking demons, they were rather calm.

"Is Hell always this peaceful?" Elise curiously asked Ian as she saw some demons eyeing them before throwing their eyes away as soon as he noticed that beside her was a high demon.

"No. Where we are are called as Sillenci Hill, in other word, the silent hill. It is name because as you see most demons here prefer quietness," Ian tugged her hand until they arrived in front of a large creeky black gate. Across the other end of the gate was a large mansion. The castle had two towers on both sides of the structure. The walls was painted deep in black color which had Elise to somewhere question why paint the mansion black when everything was dark enough for her to mistake there was no house if she wasn't paying attention to her surrounding well.

Elise noted how all the houses were built far away from this one as if it was avoided.

"Where are we?" Elise inquired as Ian pushed open the gate with a faint screeching noise before they both entered the mansion ground. Elise looked around the front part of the mansion ground where a garden was made. The flowers were bright in blue colors, almost glowing in the darkness.

"My house, and also yours now," Ian announced, seeing Elise's eyes turned to him as if in shock, he smiles, "I am a wealthy Lord, my love, of course there would be one or two houses I would made around the mortal's world and Hell."

"But you only came to Hell for two times?" Elise wondered why Ian had been prepared.

"Once I weighed the choice of staying here or in the mortal world and thought that the building would be of use. Maroon often come to Hell to take care of the mansion. He was also the one who built this building," explained Ian. Without needing the key he only twirled his finger on the air for the lock to be open and they both entered the house.

Abandoned house was often dark inside yet when Elise ventured around the room with her eyes darting above and left and right, the candles on the chandelier were burning brightly as well as the oil lamp hang on the top of the walls. Right in front of the main door was a staircase that lead to the second floor.

Ian watched her interest brimming over her eyes as well as intrigue and curiosity with a wide smile. He explained, "The house has magic casted in it. Without needing anyone to take care of the house, it will preserve it last state until I come again."

"That would need so much magic to keep this mansion to shape," Elise answered curiously. Ian handed out his hand and took off the black cloak and his coat before placing it on the stand.

"Demons' magic are always the strongest in Hell. I only need this much—" Ian measured by pinching his index finger and thumb, creating a small gap, "—of magic to take care of the rest and only used for once when I built the house.

Elise could only marveled at how amazing demons' magic was and the extent of it. No wonder her grandfather could shift his mansion from Hell to the mortal world, thought Elise. Thinking about her grandfather then had her head to ache. She expected that one of her family member could lend her a helping hand. Instead, she found herself facing another trouble where her grandfather urge her to become the Queen of Hell with the restrain of unable going out of Hell for eternity.

"You are still thinking of your grandfather?" Ian softly questioned her, his hand went to her cheeks, the movements of his fingertips slide tenderly, spreading warmth to her stinging cold skin. His thumb caress under her eyes, and she loved this gesture of his, thought Elise in her mind.

Last night, she had accepted so much of Ians's caress from these fingers yet she already felt a yearning form in her heart when Ian raised his thumb away from her skin.

"The mansion was lonely," noted Elise, as she closed her eyes, enjoying his touch. "During the time I first came to White mansion as a maid, I reckon how lonely it must have felt to live inside the large castle alone for you."

"And you wondered if your grandfather would feel as lonely as I did?" Ian questioned her in care. For all his life, he only cared his mother. It had been so until Elise come into his heart. To have a person entering your life wasn't easy yet Elise had came to him effortlessly like the perfect key to unlock his heart.

Since then, Ian had given Elise everything of his. He loved her just that much that he didn't mind to lose what he had for her. He started by giving his focus, his heart, and now he want to learn the emotions inside her which he lack understanding of.

"I was thinking... what if what grandfather wanted was only a family?" Elise discussed. Ian had held her hand as if it was the most natural thing to do and brought her toward the staircase.

"You mean to say that your grandfather persistently want you to spend the rest of your life in Hell only because he feels lonely?" Ian watched Elise nodding her head, causing her hair to cover her eyes which he helped by pushing it back to behind her ears. His naughty hand slide in an erotic manner over the shell of her ears, causing heat to fill her cheeks and heart, "And he want you to stay in Hell to accompany his lonely self?"

"It is just a guess," and now that Elise think of it wasn't that kind of reasoning too childish?

But Elise had seen everything during her visit in the library. It wasn't only the book Ariel had written was stored carefully by Satan but when she was about to leave the room, she noticed that under the curtain that covered the large portrait of her grandparents and father there was a small parchment which drawings that were too childish yet so endearing was covered underneath the curtain. If Orias had pulled the curtain until the far ends, Elise knew that drawings would stand out.

It was just a guess but she knew the drawings must had been made by her father when he was still young.

historical

She had just sunk to her thought when she heard Ian chuckling softly. He covered his mouth, his eyes filed with enjoyment. "What an idiot of a King. Indeed, people who live in Hell seem to have lost their ability to think as well. No, my love Elise, you might actually be close to correct. Maybe indeed what your grandfather wanted wasn't you as his heir but your presences as his family."

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