The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride
Chapter 155: You Are a Cruel Bastard.

Chapter 155: You Are a Cruel Bastard.

Aunt Eve let out a delighted giggle.

"He doesn’t strike me as the easy-going type," she teased, eyes twinkling. "I’m very glad he loves you. So... should we expect an heir soon?"

Ren nearly choked on her tea.

Why in the gods’ names was everyone obsessed with this?

She was barely keeping herself from unraveling over the dangers Kaisun faced, the looming battles, the cursed realm, the immortal weapon, and here they were, speaking of children.

Her mind spun with heavier worries than anyone around her seemed to grasp.

"Aunt Eve, let us worry about something else."

~*~

That evening, Ren sat alone in their chambers, waiting for her husband’s return.

She had dismissed both Gloria and Arkilla earlier, but, as always, Arkilla lingered near the door.

Now that the blood bond had been severed, there was no way Arkilla would grow lax, not in this treacherous palace, not with Ren left vulnerable.

A knock at the door broke her concentration. She lowered the book in her hands.

"Come in, Arkilla."

The guard darted in immediately, her expression troubled.

"I haven’t seen Gloria or Rail for hours. Do you think they’ll ever stop this endless bickering?"

Ren sighed and closed the book, setting it aside.

"Give them time. His Highness will speak with Rail, and try to mend it. Still," she added grimly, "I believe it’s Kamin’s death that fractured them."

Arkilla shook her head, a shadow crossing her features. She brushed her fingertips across the leather-bound title: King Alvone, the Mighty!

"It’s not just that," she muttered. "Zaira is the real problem. She’s just like Elaika. After what happened to Kamin... she won’t let Rail find any peace."

Ren frowned, unease coiling in her chest.

She had wanted to believe Zaira had changed. Maybe she had been wrong.

"Did you hear something?" Ren asked, narrowing her eyes.

Arkilla pursed her lips, feigning innocence.

"Hmm. I promised not to say a word."

Ren pouted, folding her arms across her chest.

"Is that so?"

Arkilla threw her a pained look.

"I’m so fucked, aren’t I?"

Ren shrugged, feigning indifference.

"Fine. Rail told Orgeve that Zaira insulted them in the forest..." Akilla spilled the tea.

She grimaced as Arkilla’s face darkened, confirming there was even more to the story.

"Go bring Gloria here," Ren ordered. "I need to speak to her. Tomorrow the royals arrive, I might not have another chance to fix this."

Arkilla shook her head firmly.

"I’m not leaving you alone. She’ll be here at dinner."

Ren huffed in frustration, scowling at the stubborn guard.

"You are impossible!"

Arkilla only grinned, mischievous and defiant, the expression tugging at her lips.

"I had the best instructor," she teased. "A stubborn lady who leaps into danger with her eyes closed."

Ren tried to hold back a laugh but failed, and the room filled briefly with their shared warmth.

But the moment passed.

The light in her eyes dimmed as she murmured,

"Arkilla... What’s your opinion about that immortal weapon?"

Arkilla drummed her fingers anxiously against the table, her eyes on the boom.

"I think that weapon needs to leave our world entirely, sealed in the heavens where no hand can reach it. It can harm even a Saint like Azrael... tear apart his physical form. That must be agonizing."

Ren’s throat tightened.

"What if Luther plans to take my husband’s mortal form?"

Arkilla hesitated, her expression darkening. She couldn’t deny her fear, but wielding that weapon wasn’t simple. Not just anyone could claim it, even someone as twisted as Luther. If he could, he would have used it a long time ago.

"My Luna," Arkilla said carefully, "is it possible... for someone to reverse a holy weapon, and turn it into a dark immortal weapon?"

The question stopped Ren cold. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest.

It could happen. How had she overlooked it?

"Nimoieth," Ren whispered, "wrote about it in her diary. She had the skill to corrupt a holy weapon... but she never found one powerful enough. Only a dark Saint like her could manage it."

She exhaled sharply, forcing herself to steady her racing thoughts.

"Thankfully, Nimoieth’s soul was burned. She’s gone, she can never take another form to bring chaos again."

Arkilla nodded, though her face remained pale. The very thought of it, of such darkness unleashed, was enough to fill the room with an unspoken apprehension.

"So what is this book?" Arkilla pointed out.

"Well, a maiden dropped it while leaving The King’s office. I asked her to give it to me..."

~*~

In a private room...

The King of Alvonia met with the three immortals.

What they told him seared through his veins like fire.

Alekin had lied to him, about his child’s death?

He prayed it wasn’t true. Because if it was, this wasn’t just grief. It was treason.

"Maybe he doesn’t know his daughter is alive. Can we stop judging him for a moment?" Agara suggested, ever the voice of reason.

The King turned to Azrael sharply.

"Are you certain she’s the one who can steal the weapon?"

"Yes," Az said grimly. "But we’ll need Sunkiath to create the perfect distraction. It will give her a better chance to secure the Spike safely. The girl’s soul is pure, but I must admit, I was stunned to see a pure-blooded D’Orient so... untouched."

Azrael sneered, a shadow of disgust flickering at the corner of his lips.

"My daughter is a D’Orient too," the King snapped.

Azrael gave a low, wicked chuckle.

"She’s half-D’Orient," he said mockingly.

Kaisun, standing silent till now, wore a heavy, thoughtful expression. He was revising the plan in his mind, running through every possibility, until the King’s voice dragged him back.

"Alpha Kaisun," the King said sternly, "you cannot let Reneira intervene in this. She would never allow us to use this Gloria girl."

Kaisun stiffened.

This heartless bastard.

What they were about to do, no matter how they justified it, was wicked.

And Kaisun had watched Gloria grow up. He had protected her.

Now they expected him to hand her over like a pawn on a bloodstained board.

Azrael didn’t care about her life, all he wanted was to take that weapon out of the world, but Kai and his wife held Gloria dear. It didn’t matter that she was a maiden. The girl was so precious to them.

"You are a cruel bastard!" Agara uttered with anger coloring his tone.

"Calm down, I am not going to cause a war between my brother and Alvonia. Do you want me to share it with him?"

"You tell me, I ask for his permission?" Az taunted, didn’t like that, shooting a glare at Kai. He exposed his plan to this King only because Kai wished so! Look what this man said!

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