Elena opened her eyes to find herself in a strange, mysterious place. She looked around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. She was standing in a grand, dimly lit room with walls adorned with eerie paintings that seemed to watch her every move. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and smoke drifted lazily from various corners of the room.
"Is this your home?" Elena asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Zamiel ignored her, walking over to a plush couch and settling into it with an air of confidence. Elena's mind flashed back to their previous conversation...
She had knelt before Zamiel, desperation etched on her face. "Please, I really need your help. I don't want to get married."
Zamiel's expression had been unreadable, but his voice was low and husky. "For you to have a deal with the devil, you must pay the price."
Elena had nodded eagerly, willing to do anything to escape the marriage. "I promise, anything at all. I will pay it, I will pay the price. I promise."
Zamiel's smile had been enigmatic. "Should I take out of the eleven years I left you with?"
Elina's eyes had widened in horror. "No, please, no! If you take that, I'll be left with nothing."
And then, an idea had struck her. "How about...I be made to serve you for a certain time? I can just work in your house..."
Zamiel's expression had been inscrutable, but Elina had sensed a glimmer of interest in his eyes...
Zamiel's words echoed in Elena's mind as she stood in the mysterious room. "The amount of time you work in my house is not certain...you may spend those eleven years working for me."
Elena's eyes widened in horror as she realized the true extent of her deal with Samuel. She felt a wave of regret wash over her.
Back to reality..
As she looked around the room, she saw that it was filled with strange and ominous objects. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the paintings on the walls seemed to watch her every move.
"Do you have a phone?" Elena asked zamiel, her voice shaking slightly.
Zamiel pointed to a table, and Elena saw a phone sitting on it. She grabbed it quickly and dialed her mother's number.
As the phone rang, Elena's anxiety grew. She hoped that her mother would answer, and that she would be able to reassure her that everything was okay.
After a few rings, her mother's voice came on the line. "Hey, mom, it's me," Elena said, trying to sound calm.
"Oh, so how is the wedding going?" her mother asked, oblivious to the fact that Elena was no longer at the wedding.
Elena hesitated, unsure of how to explain the situation to her mother. "Mom, you know what? Something came up, and I don't know when I'll be home."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then her mother spoke up. "What do you mean something came up? What's going on, Elina?"
Elena sighed, feeling a wave of frustration wash over her. She didn't know how to explain the situation to her mother, and she didn't want to worry her.
"Mom, please just calm down, okay? I promise I'll explain everything to you when I get home."
There was another pause, and then her mother spoke up again. "Fine. But whatever the problem is, I hope you'll be able to solve it."
Elena felt a wave of relief wash over her. She was grateful that her mother was being understanding.
"Thanks, mom. I'll talk to you soon. I love you."
"I love you too, sweetie. Be careful."
Elena hung up the phone, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She had reassured her mother that everything was okay, but she knew that she still had a long way to go.
She turned to zamiell, who was watching her with an unreadable expression.
"What now?" Elena asked, feeling a sense of trepidation wash over her.
Samuel's expression didn't change, but he spoke up. "Now, you begin your service to me."
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The wedding hall was in chaos as guests scrambled to make sense of Elena's sudden disappearance. But it wasn't just her vanishing act that had everyone spooked - it was the eerie chill that had swept through the room just moments before.
"I felt it too!" one guest exclaimed, her voice trembling. "It was like a cold breeze just passed through here."
"Oh my god, do you think a spirit came to take her?" another guest whispered, her eyes wide with fear.
The room was filled with nervous chatter as guests shared their own experiences of the strange occurrence.
"I was just standing here, and suddenly I felt like I was frozen solid," one man said, rubbing his arms as if to warm himself up.
"I know, right? I felt like I was going to shiver to death," another guest agreed.
As the guests continued to speculate and gossip, the atmosphere in the hall grew increasingly uneasy. People began to glance around nervously, as if expecting something - or someone - to materialize out of thin air.
Suddenly, the guests began to file out of the hall, eager to escape the eerie and unsettling atmosphere.
As the hall emptied, Felix stood alone at the altar, his eyes fixed on the spot where Elena had last been seen. He looked stunned and bewildered, unsure of what to do next.
Clara, Elina's stepmother, let out a dismissive laugh as she gathered her children, Nicole, Maya, and Louise, and headed out of the hall.
As they walked, Maya asked, "Mom, did you feel that strange sensation?"
Nicole nodded in agreement. "I felt it. Do you think something happened?"
Clara waved her hand dismissively. "You know what, let's not put our minds on that,let's just hope she doesn't come back!.. it's none of our business."
They exchanged curious glances, but Clara's tone made it clear that the conversation was closed. They followed her out of the hall, leaving the mystery of Elena's disappearance behind.
Felix's father, stood alongside Elena's father, his face red with anger and concern. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his voice echoing through the emptying hall. "How could Elena just suddenly disappear?"
Elena's father held up his hands, trying to placate him. "Calm down, calm down. I promise we will look for her. We'll find out what happened."
But Felix's father was having none of it. "Calm down?" he repeated, his voice rising. "You think I can calm down after what just happened? My son was left standing at the altar, humiliated in front of all our friends and family. And you're telling me to calm down?"
Elena's father took a step back, trying to defuse the situation. "I understand how you feel, Eloise. I'm worried about Elina too. But we need to work together to find her."
Felix's father scoffed. "Work together? You think I want to work with you after what your daughter has done to my son? I don't think so."
He turned to Elena's father, his eyes blazing with anger. "You know what? This is all over. My son is not going to marry your daughter again. Never."
Elena's father watched in dismay as Felix's father turned and walked away, leaving him standing alone amidst the chaos of the abandoned wedding. He sighed heavily, wondering what he was going to do next.
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Elena tried her best to focus on the task at hand, attempting to arrange some of the mysterious objects that adorned the shelves of zamiel's sprawling mansion. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the flickering candles cast eerie shadows on the walls.
As she worked, Elena couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The mansion seemed to stretch on forever, with dark corridors and hidden rooms waiting to be discovered. And then there were the strange objects themselves - ancient-looking artifacts, mysterious devices, and oddities that seemed to defy explanation.
One particular pot caught her eye, with smoke drifting lazily from its mouth. Elena felt a shiver run down her spine as she reached out to touch it, but zamiel's voice stopped her cold.
"Don't touch that," he warned, his eyes narrowing. "You don't know what you're dealing with."
She snatched her hand back, feeling a flush rise to her cheeks. She turned her attention to a nearby vase, trying to arrange the flowers in a neat and orderly fashion. But as she worked, her clumsiness got the better of her. She knocked over the vase, shattering it into a hundred pieces.
The sound echoed through the room, and Elena's face burned with embarrassment. She tried to clean up the mess, but in her haste, she knocked over another vase, sending flowers and water flying everywhere.
Zamiel stood watching her, his expression growing increasingly angry. "Is this how you're going to break everything in my house?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.
Elena felt a surge of fear as she looked up at him. She knew she had to apologize, to try and make things right. But as she opened her mouth to speak, she tripped over her own feet and landed on her hands and knees, surrounded by the wreckage of the two vases.
Zamiel's expression turned from anger to incredulity. "You're...you're a walking disaster," he said