The Devil's Bride
By Rapwizzy Debaron
Episode 71: Blood Between the Thrones
Thunder still echoed in the clouds above the Celestial Dome as Seraphina descended the marble steps. Her feet were bare, trailing drops of celestial fire. Behind her followed the host of exiles who had sworn themselves to her cause—angelic warriors with torn halos, wings of dusk, and hearts that remembered pain more than paradise.
Every step she took now pulsed with destiny.
In the heart of the infernal realm, Lucian stood before the ancient throne—one carved from obsidian bones and memories of the damned. The voices of past rulers whispered from the cracks in its surface.
"You cannot shield her from prophecy," said Azariel, his porcelain mask gleaming. "The girl has been marked. She will either ascend—or be consumed."
Lucian turned sharply. "She is not some fragile candle waiting to be snuffed. She is the storm, and even the abyss fears her light."
Azariel's laughter was soft, hollow. "Then why do the heavens tremble?"
In the mortal realm, Queen Altheira, cloaked in blue moonlight, gazed into the Mirror of Infinite Eyes. Her face twisted in horror as it showed her a battlefield of ash and lightning.
"Prepare the sacred blades," she commanded her knights. "The Devil's Bride rises—and with her, the end of all kingdoms."
Back in the Celestial Dome, Seraphina stood before an altar that pulsed with old power. Eloria approached her, holding a blade forged from twin elements—void and starfire.
"If you touch this, there is no turning back," Eloria warned.
Seraphina didn't blink. "I touched death when I was born. This… this is nothing."
As her fingers wrapped around the blade's hilt, a tremor rippled through the cosmos. Planets dimmed. Stars flickered. Somewhere, a god wept.
Suddenly, a burst of shadow split the chamber. From it emerged Lucian, his eyes wild, the edge of desperation creeping into his voice.
"Seraphina, stop."
But she didn't. She raised the blade high—and plunged it into her own palm. Her blood, golden and crackling, spilled across the altar.
The temple groaned, and ancient runes awakened.
"I am not just a bride," she declared. "I am the bridge. The blade. The reckoning."
Lucian stepped closer, his voice trembling. "You've just summoned the Seat of Judgment. Even I cannot control what rises from that place."
"Then pray it bows to me," she whispered.
From the altar, a figure emerged—neither angel nor devil, but something older. Its eyes were empty galaxies, its breath a lullaby of extinction.
"Who calls the Arbiter?" it rumbled.
Seraphina met its gaze without fear. "I do."
To be continued…
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