CHAPTER 55.2

           GRAND DUKE BEELZEBUB the Glutton tilted his chin to stare at the biggest portrait inside his chamber. It had been decades since he last drew the curtain which surrounded the portrait that almost covered the entire wall parallel to his bed. He got this in mind to ease the pain, but the more he looked at her serene face he would only feel the gut-wrenching pain he felt that night – when both his wife and his daughter were taken away from him.

FLASHBACK

Zaps of bolts of lightning wracked the night, muting the screams of agony and will from a woman lying down at the center of the plush bed. Her grip against a calloused hand tightened every heaving contraction whipping her seat-soaked body. The heavy downpour of rain failed to bring the calming effect it usually did to the woman. Instead, the heat which originated from her heart overlapped from the hot tears which escaped from her