Chapter 9: The Girl, The Pig, and the Archangel
Finally, after months of waiting, Chapter nine has arrived. Please review and Enjoy. I also have to thank Uzumaki0119 in helping me in this chapter.
Pain and Carelessness were the only emotions that Tristan felt as he emerged from the decimated rubble that once was called a hill. He honestly did not anticipate such massive and threatening speed and ferocity from Emala's single punch. Tristan knew that she would angrily retaliate after his shameless deed, yet her sudden rise to power with a single fist surprised him. Tristan simply smirked devilishly. As he stood on his feet, Tristan was instantly reminded of an important aspect concerning his sacred treasure and the second weapon that he ever wielded, ShareFlame.
'Shit, how could I forget that I left him inside ShareFlame this whole time', Tristan cursed internally. Without wasting another second, Tristan placed his hands inside his pockets and calmly began walking towards the still-angered orange haired demon. Tristan saw that her demeanor and expression had worsened than the moment they had met, and that was simply a death match between them. Well for her only. Her eyes were completely hidden by her hair, and her face was locked towards the ground.
As he emotionlessly stood right next to her, Tristan sensed that she was on the brink of unleashing all hell directly towards him. The Wolf Sin simply giggled internally. He had never underestimated her, and he knew that kind of simple, prideful mistake could cost him or anyone their lives'.
Unexpectedly, Tristan began hearing small, slow gasps of air coming from Emala. She was beginning to calm down. Taking advantage of the moment, Tristan placed two fingers into his mouth. Emala turned and stared towards him confused. Suddenly, a whistle like sound dispersed from Tristan's fingers. In that instant, ShareFlame Pillow began opening and instantly, a green furred dog-like creature covered in scars emerged from the pillow's door and began sucking in air while having his tongue out.
'A black hound?', Emala thought disappointedly.
"Oslo, sorry for keeping you inside there for that lo- ", Tristan incompletely apologized. He was tackled completely to the ground by Oslo. The black hound placed his tongue on Tristan's face and started to lick him repeatedly.
"Oslo, stop", Tristan giggled as he tried to get him right off him. Emala could only stare with a surprised demeanor. With a small sigh, Emala folded her arms and faked a small cough in an attempt to catch the attention of both Tristan and Oslo, which worked. Once they heard the faint sound from her, Tristan and Oslo both turned their stares upon the disappointed demon.
"Don't mind me interrupting you two, but who the hell is he?", Emala asked.
"This is Oslo, a black hound from the Fairy Realm, he used to belong to the Sin of Sloth, King, but after he returned to resume his job as the Fairy King, Oslo decided to join me in my missions", Tristan simply stated.
"Um okay, why was a black hound inside your weapon?", Emala questioned and continued, "Adding to question, how did that black hound breathe inside your weapon at all?" But to her surprise, Tristan calmly shrugged.
"Magic, I guess", Tristan simply stated. Suddenly, Oslo moved away from Tristan and slowly began to sniff the area where Emala stood.
"Oslo, what's wrong- ", Tristan questioned incompletely. Shockingly, Oslo began transforming from his usual harmless appearance into ravaging behemoth. When he finally grew to the point that he towered both Tristan and Emala, Oslo roared and placed himself into a stealth, offensive position.
Emala instantly knew who was his target and why was he in such berserk position. She was his target. Hmm, the mutt must have sniffed my scent the moment he moved away from the Sin, she thought. Emala knew it would be simply easy to just rip the hound into two, yet she knew that Tristan would interfere to stop her. Now that Emala thought about it, Tristan never did look like the killing type of person. That would be her only advantage if they both ever chose to fight again.
Just before Oslo could make a move, Tristan instantly appeared in front of both the black hound and Emala. Emala didn't react towards his sudden action, yet she could see that his expression was neither strict or angry. Tristan's expression was only calm and composed.
"Oslo, calm down she is not our enemy, we can trust her", Tristan stated. Oslo twisted his head in confusion, but humbly he began to return to his original state and bowed his head in acceptance of what Tristan ordered. Emala sighed in opposition. Seems like the Wolf Sin loved giving his trust away that easily Emala thought. That sort of friendly trait could be anyone's downfall. Yet Emala remembered that he was not a simple, ordinary anyone. She still had her doubts about him, but one fact remained. They were foes, and foes must never trust each other.
"For now,", Tristan emotionlessly added which dumbfounded both Oslo and Emala. Oslo rapidly began to shake his head and sniff roughly in irritation. His newest master and companion that he knew for over fourteen years have placed their lives on the line for just blindly trusting an incredibly, high ranking demon female adolescent.
'Hmm, guess I underestimated him, he truly thinks of every little possibility. Now I know he has his doubts about. Well, can anyone blame him', Emala assumed?
"Oslo, you judged her by her clan, please old pal sense her and you will know who she is", Tristan happily stated. Emala grew lightly bewildered by his surprising, strange comment. Oslo slowly nodded. The black hound commenced to slowly walk towards her while at the same time questioning himself why he is obeying such request. The moment Oslo reaches Emala at a safe distance, he begins to sniff her completely, and instantly Oslo's pupils widen in shock of knowing who she is.
Emala senses Oslo's stunned demeanor and smirks victoriously. The mutt had finally understood his humble level in deference to her's. But Suddenly, Oslo rapidly jumped on top of Emala causing the loss of her balance and began falling into the ground of the earth. The moment her skin would once again meet the rough terrain of Britannia, ShareFlame Pillow appeared before Emala and kept her body safe from the tumble caused by Oslo. When her back touched the smooth, soft texture of ShareFlame, Emala anticipated that the foolish mutt found some speck bravery to jump on her in an attacking way, but questionable, Oslo remained calm and wagged his tail as if he were happy. The Commandment of Adultery stared towards the black hound in confusion.
Without wasting another speck of time, Oslo began to lick Emala's face in a happy, friendly gesture. Tristan began to giggle and laugh.
"Seems like Oslo likes you Emala", Tristan jested.
"Shut…Shut up!", Emala lightly shouted while she swiftly removed Oslo from her presence, "And who gave you the right to use my name freely in such way?" Tristan twisted his head sideways while wearing a lightly smiling poker face.
"Well we did agree to call each other by our names after all", Tristan explains while placing his hands behind his head.
"T-True", Emala hesitantly admits while placing her right hand on her left arm and exposes two reddened blushes on her cheeks. Emala's soul and mind could not stand this anymore. Why was he treating her with such outmost kindness and manner? He treated her as if she meant all of Britannia to him, and wished only to be with her. Why? They just simply met and he still shows care and compassion towards her. Emala had grown enough of this it was time for the Wolf Sin of Hate to start giving her answers.
Tristan smiled blushingly.
"Well I think we should continue unto Stigma, come on, Oslo", Tristan specified while Oslo began walking towards Tristan.
"Wait", Emala quickly stated from behind. Without second doubting himself, Tristan calmly turned his gaze upon the confused Commandment.
"Yes?", Tristan happily inquired.
"Why are you being so compassionate with me, I am your enemy and rival in power, yet you protect me, help me, nurse me, kissed me, and most of all trust me while we just met hours ago; and I know nothing about you and the same position with you to me", Emala unapologetically, darkly questions while her demon mark emerges and rages like a ravaging monster, "So why do you give a fuck about me?"
Tristan remained quiet and lowered his head which instantly caused his hair to hide his blue pupils. Suddenly, two small droplets of water slowly moved themselves down on either side of his face. Oslo moaned sorrowfully for his companion.
Emala was dead stunned. Was he, the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins crying, and most of all it was only for her unpretentious inquiry that she continually kept questioning. It felt as if he couldn't take much more of her constant interrogation of this same matter. Now that she thought about, the last moment that she had asked this same question unto him, she surprisingly sensed a constant, deep depressed sorrow that desired its only everlasting peace. A small part of Emala felt a bit of guilt and desired to at least comfort him which she instantly questioned herself for such strange longing.
Using his right arm, Tristan swiftly brushed the loose tears from his eyes, and promptly a sad smile dominated his expression.
"Because I care about you, I knew you even though you may doubt honest words from my heart, but I promise you even if my very soul was to be destroyed I will protect and save you from destined fate", Tristan passionately confesses. Emala is blushingly dumbfounded by his noble, dear, warming, cherishing words of promise for salvation.
'Destined fate? What is he talking about', Emala blushingly thinks. Before Emala could question him, Tristan continued to speak and his newest confession was more heart striking.
"I'M A HATEFUL SIN AND ARCHANGEL, SO I FOOLISHLY ATTEMPT TO GAIN FORGIVENESS FOR MY FAULTS, YET NOW, MY ONLY DESIRE IS PROTECT MY FAMILY, MY FRIENDS, MY COMRADES, MY CREATIONS, MY PROMISES, AND YOU, MY DEAR", Tristan lovingly and finally finishes.
For the first time her life, Emala was speechless. His so-called confession bewildered her while her cheeks grew warm from his words.
'Destined fate'?...
'Archangel'?...
'Save me'?...
Did he know something that she didn't?
After he finished his latest statement, Tristan silently turned around and commenced walking towards the direction for Stigma no wishing to say something that he knew he would dearly regret. Oslo began following from behind.
"Come, we must journey to the Fairy King's Forest", Tristan only says calling upon ShareFlame to his side while remaining in pillow form. Sighing, Emala obliges. And begins to slowly walk behind him. Emala could not believe or comprehend his words, but she did realize one thing. He carries a massive burden of guilt over unknown decisions and a dark cloud that hides his true emotions and spirit.
"Amazing", Elizabeth says as she stares upon the green energy like dimension that Tristan had placed them in.
"Have to admit quite impressive", Gloxinia admits, "As well as the fact the Holy Tree granted him power".
"No", Dolor states. Causing Meliodas, Elizabeth, and Gloxinia to stare upon the King of Giants.
"He lied, The Holy Tree did not give him nothing", Dolor said while crossing his arms.
"Then how could he use the weapon of the Holy Tree", Gloxinia questions.
"With my magical eye which gives me the ability to simply read people, I saw that this power was not his, but it was gifted to him by the dying breath of a young half human and fairy girl called Minalu", Dolor explains.
"Half human and half fairy", Gloxinia astonish questions.
"Minalu?", Elizabeth states.
"And that is not all", Dolor adds, "That girl also gave Tristan another gift, but for some reason, my eye couldn't see it".
"We'll just have to ask him", Meliodas simply says.
"Right", Elizabeth says while allowing a small smile to form on her lips.
"Wait, I believe it would be in everyone's best interest to keep the arrival of Tristan and Emala a secret", Gloxinia explains causing Elizabeth's expression to turn into confusion, "Think about it, The Supreme Deity, Ludociel, or even Mael will not agree to let Tristan to even breathe in Stigma".
"Gloxinia's right", Meliodas states, "Does everyone agree to keep this undisclosed until we can convince the Supreme Deity that Tristan can prove his worth in Stigma". Dolor and Gloxinia nod in agreement. Elizabeth unenthusiastically nodded. She had not anticipated the fact that her mother would maybe not have approved of Tristan. Elizabeth knew this. But he was her son, and he was her mother's eldest grandson.
Suddenly, Meliodas, Elizabeth, Dolor, and Gloxinia notices that Tristan's power suddenly beginning to vanish meaning that they had arrived in the Fairy King's Forest. Trees and grass commenced being visible until a large light caused the four of them to cover their eyes.
Meliodas was the first to see. He saw a massive, white tower like castle right in front of him and Elizabeth. He what is was and where they were.
They had arrived at Stigma right in front of the Grace of Light.
Dolor and Gloxinia began to open their eyes to where they had arrived. Few Goddesses, Giants, and Fairies noticed their arrival while others minded their own business.
"Hey what took you so long", a male voice from behind stated. He had light, flat blonde hair with apple colored eyes. He wore a purple sleeveless shirt and yellow pants and wielded a small sword on the back of his body. His face and body structure were identical to Ban and Jack.
"Rou, apologies, we had two very unexpecting companions that traveled with us", Meliodas happily explained.
"Companions?", Rou questions, "I don't see anyone besides you, Elizabeth, Dolor, and Gloxinia, Meliodas".
"They said they will catch up with us", Meliodas explained.
"How intriguing, then wouldn't mind informing me of these companions, you lowly demon", another male voice declared from behind. Meliodas stilled from the origin of the intruding voice. He had two large wings with two small wings holding themselves highly. He adorned a traditional goddess armor with sun symbols on each shoulder blades and a set of robes hiding his left side. His eyes were closed, and he had long black hair that reached his waist. His face was calm, but with monstrous hate for Meliodas. It was the Four Archangels', Ludociel. Standing right behind him, was a female goddess that had shoulder sized, pink hair with large breasts and wore a long white cloth with goddess gauntlets. It was Ludociel's cowardly assistant, Divine Lance Corporal, Nerobasta.
"Ludociel, don't you dare denounce Meliodas as low, he has far proved himself more than enough in front of all of us", Elizabeth retorted.
"Lady Elizabeth, can't you understand this is the demon king's own eldest, traitorous son who is far below our and your class", Nerobasta evoked causing Elizabeth's left eye to shed a tear.
"That's enough, Nerobasta", Ludociel lightly scolds.
"Apologies, Lord Ludociel", Nerobasta says and bows apologetically.
"Class?", Elizabeth states angrily. Before Elizabeth could say anything more, she felt Meliodas' hand comfort her shoulder.
"It's alright, Elizabeth", he only stated and smiled warmly.
Suddenly, Meliodas' comforting hand was entrapped by a sphere of light and exploded causing the blood to fall upon Meliodas and Elizabeth face and clothes. Elizabeth, Rou, Dolor, and Gloxinia were stunned by the unexpected act.
"Ark", Ludociel calmly stated, "Thine foolish and defiled soul, does thou believeth that you have received the authority or privilege to touch Lady Elizabeth?" Meliodas remained calm and refused to unleash his wrath upon the Archangel for Elizabeth's sake.
"You may have betrayed you brethren for her life, but you will never ever have her", Ludociel coldly stated while he began to walk away. Just before he touched the stairs of the Grace of Light, a large white wing stopped him in his tracks.
"Don't you ever again use your magic against my lover", Elizabeth darkly threatened.
"Lover?", Ludociel practically mocked, "Foolish princess do you honestly believe that I alone disapprove of your relationship with that demon filth, no, even your very brother, her majesty, and mother, and the rest of the royal family believes you to be the ultimate disgrace that has ever been born into the Goddess Clan". Elizabeth begins to waver little but still stands strong against Ludociel to protect Meliodas' honor.
"I know all this, but I will still not allow your unmistakable pride and hate hurt Meliodas any further", Elizabeth declares hearty.
"Elizabeth", Meliodas says.
"As you wish, also a word of advice, I overheard your little talk with Meliodas a few days ago, do you honestly believe that your mother would allow your joining", Ludociel says, "Or do I have to remind you what her majesty has promised to do if you were to have children?" Elizabeth's eyes grew with hurt and sorrow.
"She promised to end the lives' of any children you would have with Meliodas", Ludociel unapologetically declared. Meliodas' eyes widen by this realization.
"Lucky, poor little hybrid shits", Ludociel happily mocked. Suddenly, Elizabeth's power roared viciously causing Ludociel to cover his face.
"I will not let you demean my son, Tristan, with such evil words", Elizabeth asserts but suddenly her eyes widen by the sudden realization of what she had suddenly stated. Ludociel's expression turns into complete confusion and authority. Nerobasta's face turns into complete surprise and fear from Elizabeth's statement and Ludociel's instant change of character. Meliodas, Dolor, and Gloxinia's faces turned into complete worry now that Ludociel had learned the truth.
"Son?", Ludociel questions darkly as stared down towards Elizabeth, "Who is this Tristan, Lady Elizabeth?"
Two Hours had passed. Tristan, Oslo, and Emala were still halfway traveling to the Fairy King's Forest. Oslo had decided to ride on top of Tristan's head and back. Tristan had not spoken in the entire journey after finishing his passionate yet sad statement. But he once again a smile crossed his face. Emala had not spoken as well. His words taken a toll on her spirit. She kept asking herself internally why did he say that? The memory of his words still rebounded inside her mind.
'I knew you even though you may doubt honest words from my heart'.
'AND YOU, MY DEAR'.
'He called me my dear as if he loved me and he knew, but it feels like he kept this hidden and locked away for minutes or hours', Emala analyzed. He was a complete mystery to her. She couldn't leave this alone. Emala needed answers.
'Maybe Oslo would be willing to give me the truth behind Tristan's words', Emala thought
But before she'd continue her train of thoughts, Emala began to feel her stomach to grumble with hunger. Oh, yes dinner. She hadn't had breakfast, lunch, or dinner for over twelve hours already. She needed something badly. But there was the only problem. There wasn't any human towns or villages nearby for food, and she knew that she and Tristan were in the middle of nowhere. There was only one option and that was Tristan.
"Tristan", Emala called from behind. Tristan calmly turned around to look at Emala while a smirk filled his expression.
"Yes", he said politely. Emala noticed that his sad tone from earlier remained.
"I think its best if we stop and hunt for something to eat and rest for a bit", she said calmly. But before Tristan had the chance to respond, ShareFlame Pillow began to go berserk.
"Sin what's going on?", Emala questioned while Tristan became surprised, but he knew the cause for this.
"Nothing much, this happens when I store something over ten thousand pounds, but the question right now is who's inside?", Tristan simply stated.
The moment he finished speaking, ShareFlame rapidly opened without Tristan's permission and a massive smoke erupted around the area causing Oslo to cover his face except for Tristan and Emala. When the smoke began to clear, a massive figure in the shape of pig was formed. The pig-shaped figure was leaf colored green carrying over its head a building in the shape of a light brown ale mug with an outside patio, adorned with bushes, trees, and tables, entitled Boar Hat. Tristan was happily shocked.
"Mama Hawk!", Tristan called cheerfully. Mama Hawk snorted when she heard the voice of Tristan and began to dig underground until the Boar Hat was the only figure visible.
"Mama Hawk?", Emala questions confused.
"Yes, Mama Hawk is the Boar Hat's transporter", Tristan explained. Instantly, the Boar Hat's main door opened and pink pig with a Balor's magical eye equipped to his left ear. It was Hawk.
"TRISTAN!", the pig shouts out happily as he ran towards him, and began pulling on Tristan's pants, "I'm so relieved to see you, I don't think I could've handled another day inside that wretched weapon of yours".
"Oh, hi Oslo", Hawk says as he turns towards the black hound.
"Ruff", Oslo barks in return.
"Pork, what were you doing inside ShareFlame?", Tristan poker faced questioned.
"Pork!", Hawk angrily retorted as the pig felt a blood vessel pounding on the side of his head.
"Big Brother!", a young female voice yelled from the door. She had long silver hair with blonde highlights, blue cerulean eyes, and four small pure, white wings. She wore a light green dress that reached to her feet, transparent, yellow small shoes, and pink fabric tied as a bow around her waist. It was Lena, Tristan's youngest sister.
Lena ran towards her older, dear brother while carrying a golden, yellow stuffed lion with button red button eyes and a black mane. The moment she reached Tristan, Lena jumped as high as she could and hugged Tristan.
"Big Brother, how much I missed you", Lena said happily as tears fell upon her face and Tristan's clothes.
"I missed you as well, little sister", Tristan warmly said as he hugged Lena, "But how could you be here?"
"Long story, we'll tell it to you later", Hawk says, "Besides the only ones to come were me, Lena, Mama Hawk, and Go- ", Hawk incompletely states when he looks upon Emala who is calmly watching Tristan and them embracing and welcoming each other.
'Emala', Hawk sadly thinks looks towards Tristan.
"Tristan, you didn't say that you would have a date crashing in as well", Hawk jokingly says and heads towards the Boar Hat's entrance. This makes Tristan blush and Emala's whole face redden. Lena quickly releases her older brother from their hug and makes her way towards the Commandment. Tristan watches from behind, curious on how this will turn out.
Lena halts when she's a few feet close to Emala and smiles innocently. Emala recomposes her expression and decides to at least smile for Tristan's sister.
"Hi, my name is Lenarune, but everyone calls me Lena for short", Lena cheerfully introduces herself. Emala sighs.
"Hi, my name is Emala", Emala coolly stated. Lena happily smirks.
"Are you my Big Brother's Lover", Lena innocently asks.
"What?!", Emala rosily questions. Tristan whole face turns completely red from Lena's response. Emala softly inhales and exhales.
"No, I am not, that would be completely stupid", Emala coolly states.
"Oh, but you should, my big brother is a really good cook, made his very own ale for the tavern, and he is known as a title I heard my mommy and daddy say a few weeks ago", Lena states. Tristan's eyes and expression becomes dead frozen. Emala was a bit stunned. By the time they had been together, she had seen almost every expression he could, but this one was a first.
"You mean the title, the Dominant Being, right?", Emala asks.
"No, that title is weak compared to Tristan's original title", Lena responds. Emala was surprised. The Demon Clan knew Tristan as this title and it brought great fear unto them for just hearing, and now this little girl is telling her that this such title compared to Tristan's original title was weak.
"Alright, you wouldn't mind telling me, Lena", Emala asked.
"Tristan, as my parents stated, was known as the legendary Jut- ", Lena incompletely says. Tristan covered Lena's mouth with his hand.
"Lena, please would you go inside with Hawk", Tristan softly yet depressingly says. Lena calmly nods and heads towards the door as well. Lena recognized this sad tone of Tristan before, and she knew it would be best to follow her brother's instructions.
"Ok", Lena says and disappears into the Boar Hat. When her sister finally enters the Boar Hat, Tristan recomposes his expression and a small sad smile formed on his face. A small part of Emala became concerned which she found surprising of herself. The same depressed, anguishing smile of his returned.
"Emala, what does your appetite desire", Tristan questioned.
"Excuse me?", Emala enquired.
"You were hungry remember, I'll cook you something delicious", Tristan offered. Emala blushes and sighs.
"Alright, thank you", Emala thanks and adds, "I would like a honey braized steak with Bernia Ale".
"Ok coming right up", Tristan now happily states and calmly walks to the Boar Hat.
"Tristan", Emala calls from behind. Tristan halts but refuses to look back at her.
"Yes, Emala", Tristan simply says.
"Earlier, when you said that you'll save me from destined fate what did you actually mean", Emala questions as her cheeks bloom red.
"Nothing. It was simply nothing", Tristan says while he put his hands inside his pockets. Emala roughly laments seeing that it would be almost impossible to get the truth from Tristan.
"But, I will tell you this", Tristan reluctantly states, "I will keep my promise that I made with you and protect you until I can find a way to free you, Emala".
"Promise?", Emala unbelievably states.
'What promise?'
Suddenly, Emala felt a massive pain emerge inside her head and heart. The pain was so intense that it caused Emala to fall upon her knees and let out a massive cry. Tristan quickly turned and became horrified.
"Emala, what's wrong!", Tristan restlessly questioned as he ran towards her. Tristan knelt one knee down and held her at bridal form. Tristan kept calling her, but to no avail. Emala could not hear him.
Instantly, Emala opened her eyes and studied her surroundings. She was in the middle of a pitch-dark area.
"I think I'm conscious inside my own mind", Emala told herself.
Suddenly, Tristan's voice echoed around her mind.
"I…I promise you, Emala that I will free you from this", Tristan sorrowfully stated.
Emala was bewildered.
"Save me from what?", Emala said, but instantly another male voice echoed as well. She knew this voice. It was Karat's.
"Tristan, don't worry I'll keep her safe until you can do something about Grandfather before Emala's time runs out", Karat stated.
'My time'.
Unexpectedly a red-purple light formed around causing Emala to cover her eyes. When she allowed her vision to take place again, Emala noticed that she was levitating over a mountaintop full of grass and rose blossoms. In the middle of the beautiful mountain sat a young teenaged girl. She had half back long, orange, wild hair, and she wore a light purple, pink sleeveless Boar Hat waitress uniform that reached her stomach adorned with yellow, circular buttons. She also wore a silk, yellow cloth on the neck of her uniform, and wore on her right leg a dark second skin leg lace and wore silver yellow and dark pink heels. The young teenager turned her head towards the beautiful sky filled with many colors of the sunset. Emala grew pale. The girl was Emala herself but four years younger.
"You sure took you time", younger Emala stated happily as she pressed her hands together.
"Yeah, I know sorry", a male voice declared near younger Emala. Emala turned her head towards the masculine voice and her expression turned into complete shock. It was Tristan younger and a bit shorter as well. He wore a yellow sleeveless, leather coat adorned with a large collar with four stared spiral buttons and symbols. The back his coat stood proudly upward in spiral position, and held a symbol of a sun surrounded by the sides of large crescent moon. Tristan also adorned long green leather pants with yellow shoes to brighten his green pants and yellow coat which easily showed his muscular physique. On Tristan's left side, he wielded two katanas. One was with a green handle while the other was with an orange handle making an x formation. But what was most shocking to Emala was his face and wings. Tristan's wings were colored red as blood, and his face held a demon mark that was also blood red on the left side of his face. Emala was surprised. Never had she seen red wings or a red demon mark, and never did she remember this.
"So were you willing to let a lady like me wait", past Emala pleasantly questioned with a smile forming on her lips.
"Well, there are times when my duties as the Leader of the Four Archangels comes first, but you will always be my first one to come, Emala, my love", Tristan passionately declared.