The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride
Chapter 202: Widow’s wail.

Chapter 202: Widow’s wail.

Azrael had lost count of the times their father chained Luther in the dungeons. But it never mattered, Luther always escaped. Always came back worse.

And Nimoieth? The gods themselves had turned their backs on her. Her soul was hidden somewhere so deeply, so cleverly concealed, that not even divine eyes could find it. Not even her spirit could be traced.

It was time. A sacred portal had to be formed, to drag Luther into the gods’ territory where the sacred circle would seal his fate. But there was a problem.

Kai was still engaged in battle. If he stayed too close, he’d be pulled into that realm as well.

Kai caught Azrael’s eye from the corner of his vision. "Do it, Az!" he shouted, his voice thundering like a war drum, snapping Azrael out of hesitation.

Azrael raised his hands and began the summoning. A divine formation ignited above Luther, and golden rings spiraled into existence.

Luther looked up, ready to flee...

But before he could move, ancient words of the gods lit up between each ring. They shimmered, glowing symbols of judgment. He froze, unable to pass through. Not that he didn’t want to only because he couldn’t.

He slithered in a frantic circle, his serpent forms twisting, tail lashing in panic.

In the center of the formation, a black void began to open like a vortex, growing, spinning, its gravity forming a terrifying pull. The wind howled, dragging everything toward its endless center.

Kai rammed his sword into the earth and released his shadow. The dark roots stretched deep beneath the battlefield, anchoring him in place.

Luther’s fiery, hate-filled eyes locked onto his brother as he was slowly drawn into the void. Rage burned in his veins like lava.

"You come with me," he snarled.

With a sudden whip of his massive tail, he lashed it around Kai’s waist, dragging him toward the portal.

Azrael’s eyes widened in horror. He couldn’t stop now, the sacred power of the Saints had already been called.

"Kai, shake him off!" Azrael shouted.

"Alpha, hang in!" Rail cried, his voice cracking with fear as he watched Kai’s feet skid across the ground, his face drained of color.

If Kai pulled his sword from the ground, the void would swallow him whole. But if he kept it anchored too long, Luther might resist until Azrael collapsed from exhaustion.

This wasn’t an ordinary portal. It was divine, and it was draining Azrael fast.

Kai’s eyes flicked upward. Ren was safe, high above the chaos, riding with Sunkiath. She would be protected.

But if he let Luther escape... if he let him go now...

He’d be delivering Ren straight into Nimoieth’s waiting spirit, an immaculate host for the dark queen’s return.

No.

Kai wrenched the sword free. He surged forward, slashing through Luther’s thick tail in a spray of black blood. The serpent screeched, a sound that split the sky.

The void answered with fury. It howled and pulled harder, swallowing Luther with violent force.

But the backlash came swiftly. The roots of shadow, those last threads holding Kai to the earth, tore free under divine pressure.

"Alpha Kai!" Rail screamed, panic rising in his throat, he begged Az, "Close it!"

Azrael turned, hands trembling, too late.

In a heartbeat, the void surged and dragged Kai in, his body, his black dragon, everything devoured in one sweeping flash.

Then, silence. The sacred portal snapped shut.

Azrael collapsed to his knees, cursing the limits of his mortal body. Blood splattered from his mouth, thick and bitter. The core of his magic had been damaged, deeply. He wasn’t an elite Saint yet... not strong enough to handle such divine strain.

The King rushed to his side, placing a steady hand on his trembling shoulder.

"Can you bring him back?"

Azrael couldn’t answer at first. He was still gasping, his mind spinning from what had just happened.

His brother, his demon brother, had been cast into the gods’ realm. A place where demons were never forgiven.

And Kai... Kai had blood on his hands. Too much. He had sent countless souls into the shadow world. The gods would not overlook that. No mercy. No exception.

They might even burn his soul.

Azrael clutched at his chest, his breath ragged. Kai wasn’t just a brother. He mattered.

To him. To their father. To his wife.

He couldn’t remain there. He had to tell their father what had happened. To seek a solution.

"He might die forever," Azrael whispered, voice barely audible. "I sent him to the gods’ territory..."

The words hung in the air like a curse. Then, in a shimmer of light and dust, Azrael vanished.

Lord Alekin had finished binding Qowen’s wounded arm. He slowly approached the stunned King, who had fallen to his knees, crushed by the weight of loss.

No one had expected the cost of killing Luther to be so steep.

"How... how do we tell my daughter about this?" the King asked quietly, his voice cracking as grief crashed down on him like a wave.

Above, Sunkiath sensed the pain, and with a mournful roar, circled downward, gently lowering the girls to the ground.

Lord Alekin knelt beside his brother, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe... maybe the gods will spare his life. We don’t know yet."

Sigaros stepped forward, wiping blood from his staff as he approached the grieving King.

"I have fulfilled my oath. Will you trust me now?" he asked, voice calm.

The King looked up at him, rage igniting behind his grief.

"If you were the last soul alive," he growled through clenched teeth, "I still wouldn’t trust you."

...

"Kai!" Ren’s scream shattered the heavy silence. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart pounding wildly. "Where is my husband?" she wailed, desperation cracking her voice.

Another birthday night had come, and once again, she was losing the one she loved most.

The King rose slowly, his face etched with sorrow as he faced her.

"I’m sorry, daughter. The void swallowed him. He’s now trapped in the gods’ territory, a mountain where the gods punish demons."

Ren froze. The weight of those words crushed her. Her knees buckled beneath her.

Sigaros frowned, noticing the unnatural pallor creeping over her skin, dark shadows of magic oozing from her like ink.

Then, realization struck.

He formed a ball of magic and struck her chest.

Ren’s eyes fluttered shut, and she collapsed. But the King caught her before she hit the ground.

"What the hell did you do? Capture that bastard!"

Rail and Arkilla lunged at Sigaros, knocking him down.

"Do not move," Rail warned, claws glinting dangerously as they grazed Sigaros’s neck.

Arkilla held the staff, "What did you do to my Luna Queen?"

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