The Devil's Bride
By Rapwizzy Debaron
Episode 74: Blades and Betrayals
The battlefield was chaos. Screams, spells, roars—war had a thousand voices, and Seraphina heard them all.
The Seraph Blade in her hand vibrated with celestial wrath as she danced through the enemy lines. Angels in golden armor fell, and demons twisted by centuries of hate burned under her strike. She was no longer human—no longer bride or pawn. She was fury incarnate.
Lucian fought at her side, his obsidian wings spread wide, his twin swords blazing with hellfire. They moved in rhythm—a deadly harmony of light and darkness, cutting down anyone who stood in their path.
But then—a flash. A familiar scent. A betrayal.
"Fall back!" shouted Dante. "They've breached the right flank!"
From behind a veil of smoke, emerged Elira—the half-angel, once Seraphina's closest friend. Her white wings were dipped in ash, and in her hand, she wielded the Radiant Spear of Archon.
"Elira?" Seraphina whispered, stunned. "You joined them?"
"I begged you to walk away from him," Elira hissed, tears in her eyes. "But you chose the devil over us all. You betrayed Heaven."
"No," Seraphina said. "I chose truth. I chose love."
"Then die with it."
Elira lunged. Their blades clashed, shaking the very earth. Seraphina stumbled back, blood dripping from her shoulder.
Lucian growled, stepping in—but Seraphina held out her hand.
"No. She was mine before she was theirs."
The two women circled each other. Memories of laughter, stolen glances, shared battles—now reduced to sword strikes and broken trust.
"You were my sister," Seraphina cried.
"And now I must be your executioner," Elira replied.
The final strike came fast—Seraphina's blade slicing the Spear of Archon in two. Elira fell to her knees, panting, sobbing.
"Finish it," she said.
But Seraphina turned away. "No. You'll live—to remember the truth."
Lucian reached her side. "The tide is turning."
Seraphina looked up. The Forgotten Realm's forces had taken the left flank. The angels were retreating. But at what cost?
"We hold this ground," she commanded. "Let them know—The Bride of the Devil fears no god."
Thunder cracked above. From the heavens, a dark figure descended—wings black as pitch, a sword bigger than any mortal's strength.
Michael.
The Archangel of War had entered the field.
Lucian narrowed his eyes. "Brother."
Seraphina raised her blade. "Let him come."
To be continued…
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