His Bride, Her Revenge
Chapter 104: The Return of the Prodigal Son

Chapter 104: The Return of the Prodigal Son

The silence after the light was not peaceful.

It was suffocating.

Ash swirled in the air like forgotten prayers. The ground beneath Cambria’s feet was cracked glass, each step she took echoing with the memory of a world undone. The shattered throne room of the Hollow Crown felt like a tomb now empty, breathless, waiting.

And then the throne pulsed.

Once a symbol of dominion, now it bled with black flame Knox’s twisted legacy. Its stone surface cracked and hissed, veins of burning crimson coursing like blood under the skin. It pulsed not with magic, but with memory. With pain.

Cambria stood still, Evelyn at her side, their silhouettes cast against fractured stained glass. The once-regal windows, now shattered, let in an ominous twilight. Maddox lingered just behind them bruised, bloodied, blade in hand, his breaths heavy with exhaustion.

"He’s gone," Evelyn said, voice flat, as though needing it to be true. "That light devoured everything. There’s no way he survived that."

Cambria didn’t reply.

She couldn’t.

Because she knew.

He wasn’t gone.

Not really.

Not him.

Not Knox Raye.

The throne shuddered.

A gust of wind spiraled inward. The torn banners of long-fallen kings rustled as if startled. And then a breath. Ragged. Deep. Not Evelyn’s. Not Maddox’s. Not hers.

Something someone was being reborn.

The black flame at the throne’s heart twisted. It pulsed once. Then again. And then it split open like an eye. A sound low, guttural rumbled from deep within the earth. The hair on Cambria’s arms rose.

She stepped forward, blade drawn, her pulse a war drum in her chest.

The air thickened.

The light dimmed.

And then he stepped out.

Knox Raye.

But not as he was.

Gone was the prince gilded in arrogance and charm. Gone, too, was the tyrant clothed in fire. The man who emerged from the throne’s dark heart was a husk and a flame all at once.

His hair, once obsidian, now glowed faintly with threads of ember and ash. His skin bore scorched veins, like molten roots etched into flesh. Scars ran down his arms in jagged, holy patterns like divine punishment and divine purpose intertwined. And his eyes...

One gold. One obsidian.

God and man. Hope and ruin.

He wore no crown.

And yet the air bowed around him.

Cambria’s hand trembled, but she didn’t lower her blade.

"Knox," she whispered.

Not a question.

A reckoning.

His eyes found hers, and for a breathless second, something flickered across his face recognition. Regret. Or maybe just memory.

"I saw the end," he said, voice hoarse, broken. "I saw what comes when we win."

Evelyn raised her sword. "And what did you see, monster?"

Knox didn’t flinch. He looked at her, then at Maddox. And finally, back to Cambria.

"A world without sound," he said. "A throne without a soul. A queen without a heart. Power devours all. Even me."

Cambria’s grip on her sword tightened.

"You chose that power."

"I did." His voice dropped. "I thought if I became fire, I could never burn again."

He took a step forward. No one moved.

"I was wrong."

The flames around him dimmed. The heat ebbed.

And for the first time in a long time... Knox Raye looked human.

But Cambria didn’t lower her blade.

"Why are you here?"

Knox’s mouth twitched with something like a smile, sad and raw. "To stop what’s coming."

Evelyn barked a cold laugh. "You are what’s coming."

He shook his head. "No. She is."

The throne behind him cracked, a long jagged fracture splitting it down the center.

Cambria’s breath hitched. "She?"

Knox nodded. "Seraphine."

The name slammed into her chest like a blade.

"That’s not possible," Cambria said. "She was "

"Sealed. Buried. Suppressed. But not destroyed."

He looked at her again no longer an enemy, but something else. Something broken. Something reborn.

"When I merged with the flame, I saw her. I felt her. The thing Lucien tried to lock away. The thing she became."

Maddox stepped forward. "And now?"

"She’s waking." Knox’s voice was laced with dread. "The God Engine was never meant for one ruler. It was a forge. A dynasty of weapons. Pandora was only the beginning. The end was always Seraphine."

A stillness fell across the room. It wasn’t silence.

It was dread.

Cambria moved closer, steel in her voice. "Why should I trust you?"

"You shouldn’t," Knox said. "I’ve lied. Betrayed you. Fought you."

His eyes burned with something fierce and unguarded.

"But I remember the boy who stood in the rain and swore he’d burn the world if you ever cried."

Cambria froze.

That memory... was hers.

Untouched. Hidden.

Tears prickled at her eyes.

"You were the only thing that made me human," Knox said.

"Then why did you leave me?" she asked, her voice a whisper of pain.

Knox’s gaze dropped. "Because I thought I could save us both by becoming more than a man. But I only lost myself."

He stepped closer.

His hand extended scarred, shaking.

"I’m not asking for forgiveness. Just a chance to fix what I broke."

Evelyn moved to intercept. "Cambria doesn’t"

Cambria raised a hand.

Stopped her.

She looked at Knox. At the embers crawling under his skin. At the storm in his eyes.

This was not the boy she loved.

This was not the king she feared.

This was the prodigal son.

And prodigal sons don’t return unless the world is already burning.

"We do this my way," she said.

Knox nodded.

"You answer to me."

Knox bowed his head.

The throne behind him crumbled into dust.

Ash whispered into the air like a forgotten ghosts.

Far away...

Beneath the bones of the old eempiree beneath the crypts and sealed sanctums of power long thought silence,d something stirred.

Chains groaned.

Stone cracked.

And in the heart of that darkness, a voice awakened:

"One returns... so one must rise."

The temperature dropped.

A red light bled through the ancient stone.

"The Queen of Fire has chosen."

"Now the Queen of Silence will awaken."

And the earth trembled.

Back at the Hollow Crown...

The storm arrived.

A deafening roar tore the sky apart.

Evelyn raced to the shattered window.

"By the gods..." she whispered.

Cambria turned.

Outside, the heavens were on fire.

But it wasn’t flame.

It was stars.

Dark stars, pulsing and plummeting from the sky like vengeful meteors. Each one screamed through the air, trailing violet flame. Each one struck the ground with a quake.

Each one carried something inside.

Soldiers? Weapons? Warnings?

They didn’t know.

But Cambria did.

She felt it in her blood.

In her bones.

This was the second coming.

A shadow descended through the burning sky half cloaked in white, half in black. And from the storm, a voice rode the wind:

"The prodigal has returned."

"But so has the true Queen."

The sky split in two.

And Seraphine Vale rose from the ashes of time.