The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride
Chapter 201: Protecting his wife at any cost.

Chapter 201: Protecting his wife at any cost.

"Wait, can you feel him?"

Kai was speaking with Azrael when he felt Luther’s aura, it was cold and crawling across his spine like a warning.

"Wife, be careful!" he sent through the link to Ren, but there was no response. Nothing. His heart sank as dread clenched his chest, and in a blink, he vanished from the plains.

He reappeared at the garden, now it was the battleground where chaos had already taken root. Luther had cast a barrier around the venue, Ren was inside. This was the reason he couldn’t hear his wife through the bond.

His men and the royal guards clashed with vampires, steel, and shadows colliding in a frenzy of screams and snarls. Lord Qowen lay wounded, bloodied but still shielding the girls with his body.

Then his gaze landed on Zaira’s corpse. And Elaika...

Of course. Sigaros had warned him of this. No time to waste. He released the beast.

"Shadow," he growled, his voice razor-sharp, "Break the barrier."

With a thunderous snarl, Shadow, the black dragon, hurled himself at the glowing wall of magic, claws gleaming. The blow shook the air... But the barrier didn’t budge.

"Kai!" Ren’s voice rang out, desperate and strained. Hearing her only deepened the storm inside him. He slashed his sword across the translucent barrier, the blade sparking against the magical surface...

But it didn’t work. How?

This wasn’t ordinary magic. It was ancient, powerful... forbidden. Like the barrier around the Fae realm.

"Tell Gloria to use the power of Spike," Kai commanded through clenched teeth.

Before Ren could respond, Luther spun toward him, his expression twisted into a smug, venomous smile that made Kai’s skin crawl.

"That won’t work either," he sneered, his voice as cold as the barrier he hid behind.

Kai’s jaw tightened. This was monstrous.

Azrael appeared beside him, his form glowing with righteous fury. He summoned a sphere of light magic, his palm crackling as he hurled it at the barrier. It exploded on impact, sending out a gust of shimmering wind...

But the wall held, pulsing mockingly.

"You bastard," Azrael growled, his voice low and deadly. "You used a sacred barrier. To conjure that, you’d have to kill or enslave a Fae with the same gift. Who was it?"

His tone remained calm, but his eyes blazed with fury.

"Acelieth is a Fae, remember?" Lutherieth’s voice dripped with mockery. "He brought me a barrier-maker’s magic core."

His smirk stretched, soaked in self-satisfaction. But as he indulged in his wicked triumph, the ground trembled, and a low rumble followed.

Sunkiath emerged, his massive form gliding through the dark, each shimmering scale reflecting starlight like shards of molten silver.

This cruel bastard had no idea what he’d unleashed. Taking a Fae’s magic core was more than just a crime, it was a sacrilege.

"You dared approach my daughter?" roared King Benkin as he strode into view, his brother beside him. His eyes blazed like twin suns, and his sword shimmered as he swung it to the side, gleaming with power.

"You’re awfully confident, King Benkin," Luther sneered.

The king didn’t respond. Instead, he glanced toward Agara, who had appeared beside Kai. "Are you ready?"

Agara gave a sharp nod. He was going to shield the girls and others inside the barrier from the flames of the golden dragon.

King Benkin turned back to Luther with a smirk that cut like a knife. "You can’t make a portal within that barrier, dimwit. Welcome to my trap."

Lutherieth’s smile faltered. His expression cracked. This bastard... he knew. He knew exactly what this barrier was.

From the shadows, a figure emerged, young, white-haired, eyes sharp with loathing.

"You!" Luther snarled.

"Me?" Sigaros said coolly, stepping up beside the King. "Yeah, I’m sick of you... and your stinking vampires."

Luther’s attention snapped toward him, and in that moment of distraction, Sunkiath’s massive body tensed, and then flames erupted from his jaws. The fire struck the barrier, cracking the magical seal with a thunderous blast that shattered the air itself.

Kai didn’t wait. He surged forward as the spell fell apart, charging at his brother.

Luther drew a black sword, its edge pulsing with vile energy. Even the twisted smile on its blade seemed to breathe with menace.

Their blades collided in a scream of steel, and Kai barked toward the King, "Take my wife out of here!"

The word, wife, hit Luther like acid. His blood boiled.

"You can’t have what’s mine!" he roared. "First, you stole my title. Now, my bride?"

With a vicious leap, Luther came down hard, slamming his blade against Kai’s. The impact forced Kai backward, his boots skidding across the broken ground, sword tip dragging a gouge through the earth. To keep him steady and on foot.

Kai’s eyes burned. He called forth his shadow...

And the dragon rose behind him. Towering and as sinister as possible. He would protect his wife at any cost. Its form pulsed with raw fury, a reflection of Kai’s rage.

"The title is mine," Kai growled. "Because I am the shadow. And dare not lay a finger on my wife."

The sleek black dragon hissed as it slithered through the battleground. In one devastating sweep, it tore through a vampire lord, engulfing him in fire, then turned its burning wrath on Luther.

Luther flinched, then transformed. His body warped, lengthened, and reshaped itself into a massive, jet-black serpent, its fangs glinting in the firelight.

Kai and Luther clashed again and again, each strike leaving wounds that refused to heal quickly. Their blood stained the battlefield, but neither slowed.

Beneath the protective arc of Sunkiath’s wings, Ren could barely breathe. The air was thick with smoke, blood, and magic.

"Sun, take them somewhere safe," King Benkin commanded, even as he turned to defend Lord Alekin from a lunging vampire.

He then knelt beside Lord Edis Qowen, whose arm was torn open, blood pouring from the shredded muscle.

Arkilla sprinted toward the girls, helping them climb onto Sunkiath’s back. With a sharp command, he directed the dragon to take off, then raced back toward Rail.

"Where is the fucking portal?!" Rail shouted in panic. They had to destroy it if they wanted to get rid of the filth.

Azrael turned, eyes sweeping the lakeside, and there it was, flickering. A portal. Without hesitation, he raised his hands and summoned a sacred formation above it. The sigil shimmered briefly, then shattered the portal with a crackling flash.

His gaze returned to the center of the field, where Kai and Luther were locked in a brutal, blood-soaked battle.

And then his father’s words echoed in his mind, words that had once stung deeper than any wound:

"Maybe I should give up on my son."

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