In a world where demons pull the strings from the shadows, an ancient curse binds every firstborn daughter of the royal bloodline to a dreadful fate: to marry the Devil himself—Lucien, the exiled Prince of Hell. For centuries, these brides have disappeared without a trace, swallowed by darkness.

Evelyn Blackthorne, the sharp-witted and fiercely independent daughter of a fallen noble house, is the next to be sacrificed. But Evelyn refuses to surrender. Instead, she strikes a bold deal with Lucien—help her reclaim her family’s honor, and she will accept their cursed union without resistance.

Their alliance begins as a cold, calculated bargain, but as Evelyn uncovers Lucien’s tragic past and the true nature of the curse, their relationship deepens beyond mere convenience. Together, they face deadly enemies: angels determined to annihilate Lucien, ruthless demons vying for his throne, and an ancient prophecy warning that their forbidden love could ignite the destruction of both Heaven and Hell.

In The Devil’s Bride, a tale of dark fantasy and forbidden romance, Evelyn and Lucien must decide what they are willing to sacrifice for love—and for power.

The aftermath of the throne's destruction echoed through the Nine Realms.


Peace had not yet arrived—but war had paused.


Evelyn stood amidst the ruin of obsidian stone, the remnants of the First King's cursed seat glowing faintly beneath her feet. Her hand still tingled from the fire she summoned, not one of hell—but of healing. Her power was no longer dormant.


She turned to him, unsure whether to smile or cry. "So is the world."


But far beneath them, where time did not touch, something ancient was watching.


She rose from the shadows like smoke rising from ash.


Tall, graceful, terrible—draped in veils of shadow and bone.


Her crown was darker than night, forged from screams that had never been heard, resting lightly on her head like death itself.


"Evelyn," she said, tasting the name like poison on her tongue. "The girl who shattered the throne…"


Her voice echoed through the prison void.


With one step forward, the Queen Below placed her foot into the first crack Evelyn's light had made in the ancient seal.


Kael and Seraphhina stood guard beside the healing pool in the Hollow Forest. The waters had turned golden since Evelyn's fire touched the throne.


"The barrier's trembling," Seraphhina whispered.


Kael nodded. "Something's crawling through the cracks."


Just then, the trees bent unnaturally as the wind whispered a name neither had spoken in centuries.


Seraphhina went pale. "She's supposed to be gone… sealed forever beneath the Deep Crown."


Kael unsheathed both blades. "Evelyn freed more than just us."


The First King, now without crown or throne, approached Evelyn quietly. His voice was raw.


"She's coming. You've made her return possible."


His expression darkened. "The Queen of the Void. My wife. The first Bride... before the curse ever reached me."


Lucien's jaw clenched. "You had another bride?"


"I had a queen," the First King whispered. "And I buried her beneath the throne when she tried to enslave the realms."


"You didn't just destroy my curse," the King continued. "You woke my greatest sin."


The skies rippled again. Clouds bled ink. Stars blinked out.


From the crack in the realms, black fire seeped into the world.


Beautiful. Untouched by time. Eyes like twin eclipses.


"My crown was never broken, girl," she whispered. "You merely cleared my path."


🔥 The Queen Below has risen… and Evelyn isn't the only bride anymore.


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Chapter 60 - Episode 57 The Crown Below