Ian made his way to Vella's room. His shoes clicked on the floor and the servants who saw him along the way bowed in fear. It wasn't only the previous night where Tracey was killed that frightened the maids but the expression Ian had on his face where it almost seems as if he had turned to an ice sculpture. Without a hint of blood, cold and ruthless.
Stepping inside the room, the other person who had stood beside the door pushed himself, "I heard the commotion."
"Barely a commotion if you come this late. Where were you?" questioned Ian to Beelzebub. The golden-haired man tilted his head to his shoulder. "Don't play shit on me, Beel. I'm not patient now. Tell me where you went or I would tear you to two here now."
Beelzebub raised both his hands, acting as if he was surrendering, "I was searching for someone in the villages near here. Does that act as my alibi?"
