Welyn didn't respond which was only a worse outcome for Beelzebub. He had just seen his parents killed. His mind was a mess and so was his nerves. Every little things around him angered him and the only idea in his mind was to end his uncle's life right at this moment.
He knew his uncle was a scum who waited at an opportunity that could benefit him. He also knew the terrible brotherhood between his uncle and father but never did he expected the man to kill his own brother.
It wasn't rare in Hell but in the end, Beelzebub was still a child; someone who only dreamed of a happy tomorrow without expecting such incident to hit him like a storm.
He waited for Welyn to convince him that she wasn't the one who had allowed his uncle to enter the house. But the quieter she became, the silence that stayed on his ears were ringing.
"Welyn," Beelzebub called for her name.
"Do you trust me?" Was all the question Welyn asked to him in reply.
