The Devil's Bride by Rapwizzy Debaron.
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Episode 86: The Mother's Wrath
The earth fractured beneath her footsteps.
The air turned molten.
Yurelia, Mother of Flames, descended like a falling god. Her presence was not just powerful—it was primordial. She wasn't rage. She was retribution—a cosmic echo of creation betrayed.
Lucian and Seraphina stood their ground, though every instinct screamed to run, to kneel, to vanish.
Behind them, the world bent in unnatural ways. Oceans hovered. Trees burned but refused to fall. The sun dimmed in the sky like it feared her.
Yurelia raised a hand. Fire coiled around her fingers like obedient snakes. "You dared seal my first son? The Origin Flame was a child's spark. I am the furnace from which all fire is born."
Lucian lifted his broken blade. "And I am the one who'll extinguish it."
She laughed.
The sky cracked further.
"You would kill me? A devil born of rebellion and sorrow thinks he can unmake the Mother of Flame?"
"I don't think," Lucian said, stepping forward with defiance in his stare. "I know."
Seraphina stood beside him, her wings stretched wide, her voice ringing with celestial defiance. "This world doesn't belong to gods anymore. Not to you. Not to him. It belongs to those who love. Who suffer. Who fight."
Yurelia's eyes narrowed. "Then suffer."
She extended both arms—and reality exploded.
The battlefield became a sea of fire and light.
Gabriel was thrown miles away.
The Chainbreaker was pinned under a wave of molten chains reborn from Yurelia's power.
The Last Witch screamed as her spells unraveled.
Only Lucian and Seraphina remained upright—protected by a barrier born not of power, but of love.
Still, the flames licked through. Lucian's skin cracked. Seraphina's wings burned.
"You cannot win," Yurelia whispered, walking forward through the inferno, untouched. "Not against the womb of gods."
Lucian gritted his teeth. "Then we'll make a new god."
Seraphina placed her hand on his chest. "Together?"
"Always."
From the sigil between them, something awoke.
Not fire.
Not light.
But something older.
A force unnamed by even the stars.
Their souls intertwined—dancing, merging, rising. Love became weapon. Pain became strength.
A new Flame was born.
The Final Flame.
White-hot.
Uncontrolled.
A burning truth.
It lashed out at Yurelia.
And for the first time since time remembered, she screamed.
Her skin cracked.
Her golden gown wilted into ash.
"You… you dare birth a flame I did not design?" she snarled.
Lucian stepped forward, eyes burning with silver fire. "We didn't birth it."
Seraphina's voice joined his.
> "We became it."
Yurelia roared, wings of fire bursting from her back.
And so began the final war.
The flame of origin against the flame of choice.
The mother of gods against the love that defied fate.
The sky burned.
The earth wept.
But in the center, hand in hand—Lucian and Seraphina stood as one.
To be continued…
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