The Devil's Bride
Author: Rapwizzy Debaron
Episode 67 - Shadows of the Fallen
The battlefield had fallen silent, yet the tension clung to the air like the stench of blood and burning flesh. Seraphina stood amidst the wreckage, her eyes scanning the horizon. Her breath was steady, but her heart thundered in her chest. The power she'd released—raw, untamed, and terrifying—still surged beneath her skin.
Lucian stood a few feet away, his obsidian wings folded behind him like the cloak of night itself. He watched her, a strange mix of admiration and worry etched into his chiseled face. "You did well," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Seraphina turned slowly. "I almost lost control."
"You didn't."
She looked down at her trembling hands. "But what if next time I do?"
Lucian walked to her, his hand gently lifting her chin until her eyes met his. "Then I'll catch you before you fall."
Before she could respond, the ground beneath them trembled. A deep rumble echoed through the sky. The clouds above twisted unnaturally, forming a spiral of dark fire and golden light.
"They're coming again," Seraphina whispered.
"No," Lucian said, narrowing his eyes. "This is something else."
From the heart of the spiral descended a figure cloaked in shadow and fire. Tall, with burning crimson eyes and a voice that shook the core of the earth.
"You have meddled with powers beyond your understanding," the figure boomed.
Lucian stepped in front of Seraphina. "And you are?"
"I am Razgor—the Forsaken Archangel. Banished by both Heaven and Hell. And now… I seek vengeance."
Seraphina's breath caught. Razgor had been a myth, a cautionary tale used to frighten young angels. But here he was—flesh, fury, and flame.
Razgor's gaze fell on Seraphina. "And you… the one they call the Devil's Bride. You will be the key to my return."
Dark flames erupted from his body, racing toward them like serpents of destruction.
Lucian spread his wings and summoned a shield of shadow. "Run, Seraphina!"
But Seraphina stood her ground, eyes glowing with defiance. "No. I'm done running."
She raised her hands, her aura blazing like a nova of starlight and shadow, and hurled her power straight at Razgor.
The sky shattered.
As the light and shadows collided in a burst of fury, the land cracked open beneath them. Mountains trembled, and the sky wept embers. Lucian's voice echoed through the chaos. "Seraphina! Hold your focus!"
But Razgor was unyielding. He laughed through the destruction. "You think you can stop me with borrowed power?"
"I don't need borrowed power," Seraphina roared, summoning her own essence. "I am more than your prophecy. I am more than the Devil's Bride. I am… me!"
And with that cry, her wings unfurled for the first time—neither angelic nor demonic, but something entirely new. Feathers of silver and black shimmered as she rose into the sky, eyes ablaze with ancient force.
Lucian's heart clenched. She was becoming what fate had hidden from her all along. Not a pawn. Not a bride. But a queen of realms.
Razgor's sneer faltered.
"You've made a grave mistake," she said, her voice now layered with a thousand echoes.
She unleashed a final blast—pure will, forged from pain, love, and awakening. The light engulfed Razgor's form, tearing through the spirals of fire.
And then… silence.
The air was thick with smoke and magic. Lucian flew toward her as she hovered midair, her eyes dimming slowly.
"Seraphina…" he whispered.
She smiled weakly. "I told you… I'm done running."
But her body began to fall.
Lucian caught her just in time, his heart breaking at the weight of her unconscious form.
To be continued…
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