The Devil's Son and His Fated Bride
Chapter 98: A reunion with his father.

Chapter 98: A reunion with his father.

"I didn’t cheat!" she snapped, fury cutting through her sorrow. How ruthless this life reaper was! He might have left that post but his temper hadn’t changed yet.

"Then what’s the truth?"

Ren collapsed to her knees, the weight of everything pressing down so that she could no longer stand it. She hadn’t even had a moment to grieve.

"I’m Reneira D’Orient," she whispered.

Azrael crouched before her, tilting her chin up with two fingers. His voice softened, almost tender. "I was sincere too. But tell me the truth. The only one you can say."

Her eyes burned. "You were giving me hints this whole time. ’Is that what you want, Anarya?’ You knew. Deep down, I always felt it, this wasn’t what I wanted. This was my mother’s life, not mine."

He released her chin slowly, his expression utterly unreadable. "And your father?"

She drew in a shaky breath. "My father is a thief. A king who stole a Fae princess’s heart and carried her away to the human realm." Her voice grew sharper. "Tell me, Azrael, did he strike a deal with your father? Just like Seraphina’s father did?"

Azrael snapped his fingers. "The truth is told." He didn’t answer the question after that exclamation. But the answer was obvious and devastating.

For the first time in thousands of years, something stirred in him, regret. A dealer and regret? That would be funny in the old days. It wasn’t in his nature to feel such things, but seeing her like this... it pierced him. She was Anarya’s daughter. He had only returned to his father’s court to witness it with his own eyes.

The dream shattered like glass, giving way to a vast, shadow-drenched hall. Towering stone pillars stretched upward, each one scarred and ancient, carved with endless niches. Within each hollow, a black mirror stared back. They were silent but watchful.

As Ren blinked, dazed and disoriented, Azrael reached a hand toward her. But a voice thundered through the chamber.

"Take your hands off my wife!"

The air trembled.

Azrael smiled darkly. "Long time no see, brother. I see you’ve embraced Shadow at last."

Kai appeared in a blur of motion, his form shifting from shadow into solid flesh. In an instant, he was beside Ren, her true self once more.

He wrapped her in his arms, protective and desperate, scanning her face, her breath, her soul. She was fine but something was fractured. He could feel it. Her heart was broken. And he knew exactly why, because of this cruel, twisted game.

Kai helped Ren to her feet, then turned sharply, throwing a murderous glare over his shoulder. "You’re a fucking Reaper. What the hell are you doing here?"

Azrael smirked, unbothered. "I lost that title a long time ago, remember? The knife you drove into my heart?"

Kai flinched. "You asked for it. You didn’t want to be..." He bit off the curse, jaw clenched.

Azrael’s smile widened bitterly. "That’s right. I’m no longer a Reaper. And Father knows I’m alive. He summoned me. So I came, but I had other reasons too." His eyes drifted to Ren.

Kai pulled her close to him, making Az smirk. He didn’t care where his brother had been hiding all this time, not until now. Their father had always kept a tight leash on Kai, while his other sons wandered unchecked, fucking and fooling around.

"Please..." Ren’s voice trembled between them, her eyes flicking from one to the other. "Stop fighting about your past. My parents’ history alone is enough to drive me mad."

"She’s right," came a voice from the shadows, it was modest, aged, and amused. "I already know everything, you dimwits."

The rhythmic tap of a metal cane echoed through the Hall of Mirrors, growing louder with each step. The sound rolled from the depths of a dark corridor flanked by thick, ancient pillars, mirrors glistened with his arrival. And when a sliver of moonlight finally touched his face, Ren instinctively gripped Kai’s hand.

So this was the Fallen, the once-holy god of darkness, cast out after birthing the dark creatures, and reproducing children like mortals, breaking the rules of all gods and heavens. And the one standing before them now... was also the father whose beloved son had stolen the forbidden book he’d sworn never to write... but he did.

The Demon God towered over both of his sons. His eyes shimmered with every shade imaginable, like staring into the depths of a star-drenched night. His hair, midnight-black, matched that of his sons, but it was Azrael who bore his likeness more fully, in features, in presence, in the darkness that clung to him. His very being exuded dread, a quiet, suffocating weight that only death could carry.

"Let us go, Father," Kai said, voice steady but tight. "Lutherieth is the one who deserves your wrath."

But the demon god didn’t answer.

He turned to Azrael instead, resting a heavy hand on his shoulder, the gesture disturbingly tender, and dearly.

"Thank you, son," he said, with a chill smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Ren’s brow arched. Her stomach twisted. She didn’t like the way he treated Kai—her husband—as if his loyalty, his sacrifice, meant nothing at all. Had he not tortured him enough?

"Your Grace," Ren said, her voice steady but edged with steel resolve to respectfully roast this demon god who dared to ignore her husband, "are you thanking your son for kidnapping and trapping your daughter-in-law in a vicious nightmare?"

"I didn’t kidnap you!" Az scoffed, annoyed.

"You did, you’ve taken my soul without my consent!"

I was once a reaper for damnation’s sake! I’d never ask people if they want to die or not! He thought but didn’t recounter.

She hadn’t meant to sound defiant, but she couldn’t stay silent. God or demon, whatever he was, she refused to cower. In her mind, it was easier to see him simply as her father-in-law. That made the weight of his presence just a little tiny more bearable.

Kai flinched, glancing between his wife and his father, muscles tensing in silent preparation, ready to shield her, to pull her away, if punishment fell.

But instead, unexpectedly, the Demon God laughed.

"Impressive," he said with a grin. "Just like your mother. She never acknowledged my divinity. Always called me uncle." He gave her a pointed look. "And now her daughter calls me father. My brothers in the seven heavens must be blistering with rage now."

Of course, Kai thought grimly. This was his plan all along. The dream, the trial, the twisted reunion, it had all been orchestrated. And now, the old god was reaping the fruit of his carefully sewn schemes. He was harvesting what he planted so far. Applauses must be served for him right now.

"Come. Walk with me," the god commanded, his eyes narrowing at Kai. "Us alone. Shadow." He scoffed.

Kai’s jaw clenched. "It’s Kaisun...you used to call me that. Have you forgotten your own son’s name, Father?"

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