The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride
Chapter 212: A crevice on the ground.

Chapter 212: A crevice on the ground.

He turned his eyes to Ogain. "Beasts like griffins... and dragons... they can track the blood bond. Through any realm. Across the deepest shadows. Even in that place." His gaze slid back to Ren. "If you enter the Gods’ Prison, your griffin can find him."

Ren’s eyes snapped to the platform. Her heart beat faster with a reckless kind of hope. "Can you make a portal to that realm? From here?"

A dry, humorless smile flickered on his lips. "I am a demon god, girl. Have you ever known a demon foolish enough to enter that wretched place of his own will?"

His voice cracked like stone. His eyes, though timeless, flickered with something that looked very much like fear. She couldn’t imagine seeing a god fearing another gods realm.

Ren’s face darkened. "Then how do I enter the prison?" Her words carried desperation like that cold.

He shook his head slowly. "I cannot forge the path. Not directly. But something is wrong here... something unnatural." He turned, his attention fixed on a looming sculpture carved into the stone courtyard wall. A cloaked figure with hollow eyes, one arm lifted in solemn warning.

He pointed to it. "That is Elcasore," he said, voice lowering. "The guardian saint of the Gods’ Prison."

Ren’s breath caught.

She had seen that statue before, walked past it, and dismissed it as nothing more than temple lore. But now the name burned into her mind like a forgotten prophecy uncovered. She had heard this Saint was cruel.

"She was a prison keeper?" Ren asked, barely above a whisper.

The god nodded once. "She is older than any of the saints you’ve heard of. Her role is to stand at the threshold, where the divine ends and the forsaken begins. The gods love her so much."

Ren stepped forward, her voice trembling with urgency. "Can you reach her? Speak to her? I beg you."

"I already have," the demon said, almost gently. "She has sent your husband... into the Tunnels of the Future."

Ren went still.

The words didn’t make sense, yet they cracked something open inside her. A chill coursed down her spine, a physical reaction to the absurdity of the phrase.

Her mouth parted. "What does that mean?" she asked, though the weight of the answer already pressed at the edges of her sanity.

"She will torture him," the demon god said grimly, his voice as sharp as winter steel. "She will show him a future without you, one where chaos reigns, where he becomes a tyrant, a killer... everything he fears becoming."

Ren’s stomach twisted. The air was suddenly too thick to breathe. She clenched her jaw to stop the rising bile, holding herself together with sheer force of will.

Before she could speak, before the question of how to reach him could escape her lips, a violent hiss tore through the air. The temple shuddered as if something vast had collided with the mountain’s bones. A deep tremor cracked the snow-dusted stone beneath their feet.

Ogain and Calisa lifted into the air with screeches of alarm, wings slicing through the swirling flurry.

Ren lost her balance, only to be caught by a hand like iron.

The demon god held her steady, his eyes narrowing as he gazed into her soul. "I see two lives in you," he muttered. "A girl... and a boy."

Ren froze, her breath caught halfway in her throat. Her wide eyes darted to Arkilla, who stood only inches away.

"What?" Arkilla whispered, voice trembling. She looked at Ren, disbelieving, but had no time to speak further.

A roar shattered the moment.

Ogain dove, claws outstretched, tearing into the thick-skinned flesh of something monstrous. Calisa circled overhead, then plunged with the force of a war lance.

From beneath the ground, a sandworm erupted, massive and unnatural. Its skin was cracked and yellowed, its gaping maw ringed with chattering, bone-colored teeth. It was not of this world.

"That... that came from the Gods’ Prison," the demon growled, astonished. "How?"

But there was no time to wonder.

Ren rushed forward, her hands blazing with power. A white light surrounded by glowing green and dark streaks, her three shades of magic, lit up the temple like a holy firestorm. She pushed them all out at once, knowing it would leave her drained, maybe worse, but she had to try. That thing was going to eat her Griffin and Calisa alive.

She had to know if her soul could touch even something born of that cursed place.

If her magic could tame it. Ren’s magic struck the creamy hide of the worm, but instead of weakening it, it only enraged the creature. The beast reared, screeching as its body twisted toward her with terrifying speed.

The demon god snorted, unimpressed. "Beasts from that realm obey only their masters. Your magic is useless toward this one."

In one smooth motion, he yanked Ren out of the path of its strike and stepped forward, raising his black staff. With a crack of ancient magic, he slammed it against the worm’s skull. The creature let out a strangled groan before collapsing in a heap, the impact shaking the frozen ground.

Ogain lunged, claws poised to tear into the worm’s skull and rip out its brain, but the demon god turned his glare on the griffin, sharp and commanding.

"Stand down. We must take it back. You are not allowed to make Elcasore angry."

He produced a vial etched in runes and whispered a spell. The colossal creature convulsed, then shrank, reshaping with a hiss of curling smoke. In seconds, it was no bigger than a curled-up mouse, small enough for Calisa to eat without noticing, or maybe as a snack.

The demon sealed the vial with a flick of his fingers.

Ren stared, speechless. That thing could have killed them all, and he had knocked it out and bottled it like it was nothing more than a moth.

"Come with me," he said, already turning. "There’s a rift behind this temple. Something is leaking through."

The Demon God raised his hand and opened a translucent portal. Light shimmered like liquid glass as it widened, revealing a dim landscape on the other side, foggy and distorted, as if reality were struggling to hold its shape.

Without hesitation, they stepped through. What greeted them was unsettling.

Behind the temple, carved into the earth like a wound, yawned a jagged gap that hadn’t been there before. Even Saint Saga, who had lived in this sacred place longer than any soul alive, looked stunned. How could he not see it? But he hadn’t flown this way since last week.

"If something like this existed, I would have known," the owlman whispered, his voice hoarse with disbelief.

A strange heat pulsed from the crevice, distorting the air and melting the snow around its rim. Steam hissed up from the scorched stone, and the air smelled of ash and iron. This was not natural. Something from the other side was trying to come through.

The Demon God narrowed his eyes, his voice low. "This isn’t a tear. It’s a wound. And it’s growing. The monster on the other side can sneak this way."

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