The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride
Chapter 92: Heinous beasts.

Chapter 92: Heinous beasts.

"What did he do?" he gasped, his face drained of color, gripped by pure terror.

Agara turned to him, voice low and heavy with meaning. "Siamon, you’ve been his warden since he was eight. Are you willing to give your life for him?"

Siamon was no ordinary servant. Though most believed him to be just an old black werewolf Kai had rescued long ago, only the Fae knew the truth. He was a Hell Wolf—assigned by the Demon God himself to guard the youngest prince from his siblings. But before that, he had been something far darker; a tyrant king in mortal life, one who had slain his lover after a night of lust and madness, then butchered his own people. The Demon God had taken him as punishment, stripped him of humanity, and cast him into the underworld as a beast meant to torment sinful souls.

Until Kai. The young prince had saved him, from torment, from the wild abyss, from himself. He was no longer a hell tormentor. Just because of this prince of the Underworld.

Siamon knelt, head bowed in reverence. To him, Kai was more than a prince, he was the son he never had, the only redemption he’d ever known. His loyalty was absolute.

"I do," he said without hesitation. "I give my life."

Agara didn’t blink. "Then if Lutherieth appears, rip out his fucking soul and send it back to his father."

Siamon knew the cost of failure. If he fell, he would return to the underworld, to slavery, to torment, to being nothing more than a sheer demonic beast again. But this wasn’t about him. He and His Highness had lived long enough to grow weary of the immortal cycle. He’d rather burn his soul to ash and vanish from existence than start again in another world. And for Kaisun, he would do it without question.

Agara met his eyes. They both knew exactly what had been asked.

~*~

An hour later, dark clouds surged across the sky like a rising tide of ash. Thunder cracked overhead, fierce and feral, like beasts clashing in an unseen war, and the wind howled through the valley, rattling the castle windows in their frames. Every warrior had been summoned to defend Moon Valley and the Vine Castle.

Org had locked Ogain inside his nest chamber before joining Rail atop the bridge behind the castle walls. Facing Lutherieth again after all these years would be no small burden for his brother.

With a low growl, Org shifted into his beast form, a towering black wolf with crimson eyes that shimmered like blood beneath lightning.

Rail remained in his human form, Kai’s sword clenched tight in his grip. The blade glinted with a silent promise.

"Does he bring his vampire lord?" Rail asked, his voice taut with unease. Though the castle had long been shielded by ancient Fae magic, impervious to portals that Luther could form, the barrier ended here, beyond the walls, where the enemy could still breach on foot.

"I don’t know," Org muttered. "Where’s Arkilla?"

He hadn’t spoken to her since the kiss and had pushed her away. Guilt gnawed at him like a festering wound. If he survived this night, he would make it right. He had to.

"Guarding His Highness’s chamber," Rail answered, his tone as grim as the storm clouds above.

Lutherieth commanded twelve vampire lords—one had fallen, but eleven remained. Each was powerful enough to turn an entire army into bloodthirsty slaves just to pierce Kai’s heart. And Rail had a sinking feeling he knew exactly which one Luther would bring for that task. Himself!

The castle grounds crawled with movement, shifter guards under Coran’s command forming a tight perimeter around the stronghold. Then it happened.

He saw them. Portals! Three of them ripped open the air like hell holes.

From each, one giant emerged first, followed by hordes of goblins—hundreds of them. They poured out in waves, shrieking and snarling, their blades glinting, their twisted bodies lurching with feral hunger. They charged toward the castle like a plague unleashed.

"Bears! Take the giants down!" Coran’s voice rang like a war drum.

The Bear Guards roared in unison and shifted, muscle and fur exploding through the skin as they met the command. Without hesitation, they lunged into the fray. Cries of fury and pain shattered the air as they clashed with the monstrous invaders.

The bears smashed goblin skulls beneath their paws, sending blood spraying across the bridge in a gruesome arc. But the giants—towering even over Thegaran sentinels—pressed toward the gates with relentless force. They had one order: to breach the castle, no matter the cost, killing everyone on their path.

"Org, Rail, the third portal!" Coran bellowed, already locked in combat near the second.

And at that exact moment, Rail’s nightmare slithered into reality.

From the third portal, a swarm of famished vampires burst forth, hundreds of them, truly gaunt and ravenous. They weren’t mutated yet, not like the monstrosities Lutherieth was known to breed. But if they reached the town and fed on the potent blood of the shifters, Rail couldn’t bear to imagine what they might become.

With a cry, he raised Kai’s sword and charged, his warriors flanking him. Blades met flesh, steel rang against bone, and the battlefield erupted in screams.

"Rip out their necks with your teeth," Org snarled to his Reaper pack. "Don’t get hurt."

It was his final warning before the royal Gamma Reapers surged forward, swift as shadows, racing to guard the hills that led to the town. Not a single one of those ravenous demons could be allowed to cross.

Rail moved like a storm, cutting down one vampire, then another, sending their bodies crumbling to ash beneath the downpour. Thunder rolled as blood soaked the earth.

The vampires shrieked, and their fangs bared. Then something shifted—an unseen force seemed to surge through them, and suddenly they attacked faster, harder, their movements unnatural. As if Lutherieth himself had whispered a command into their bones.

After cutting down several more heads, Rail spotted one of the Gammas cornered, trapped in a snarl of shrieking vampires. He pushed forward, ready to intervene, when a voice slithered into his mind and rooted him in place. His spine chilled.

"Woha, pet. What a warrior of you."

"Long time no see."

The words came smooth, coiled with malice, followed by a low, familiar chuckle, the same one Lutherieth used when peeling back Rail’s sanity piece by piece.

A sharp pain bloomed behind Rail’s eyes, searing through his skull like a hot iron bar. He gritted his teeth and fought against it, willing himself to move, to reach the young Gamma he’d sparred with just yesterday. He had knocked the boy down in two minutes flat, they had laughed about it. Now that same warrior stood outnumbered, his claws swinging wildly as death closed in.

Rail’s gaze flicked sideways and caught on another horror. A Puma warrior from the feline clan lay twitching in the mud, his chest rising and falling in shallow bursts. Three vampires crouched over him, their mouths latched to his neck like leeches, draining him with sickening gulps as his final breath escaped in a broken wheeze.

He was pinned to the ground, helpless, forced to watch them die.

Shutting his eyes against the carnage, he screamed inwardly, Move! Don’t listen to him—move!

But Luther’s laughter slithered through his mind like venom.

"I don’t have time to play with you now. But it’s time for you to come home."

The freezing grip shattered.

Rail didn’t allow himself to dwell on those dreadful words. He surged to his feet, rushing to the fallen Gamma, bloodied, barely breathing. Without hesitation, he slaughtered the vampires feasting on him, their bodies collapsing in twitching heaps, burning.

The wounded shifter gasped, his eyes wild and darting, searching for Orgeve. He tried to speak, tried to warn him. "Luther... he’s already headed to the castle... I saw him."

Then Rail saw it.

A vampire lord stood across the field, watching him with a sinister, disdainful grin. Slowly, mockingly, the creature tilted its head, and raised a severed wolf’s head in one hand, blood streaming from the torn neck. With a flick, it hurled it into the chaos, and the head tumbled through the mud, coming to rest among the surviving wolves.

Vampires screamed once again as though praising their lord.

Rail’s heart stuttered. His breath caught and the world narrowed into one dark path, he was at one side, and the Vampire Lord stood at the other end.

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