The Devil's Bride
by Rapwizzy Debaron.
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Episode 89: The Fire That Made the World
The descent began beneath a blood-red moon.
Lucian, Seraphina, and Gabriel stood before the Gate of Embers—an ancient fissure in the heart of the earth, breathing smoke laced with forgotten names.
"This is where the flame began?" Seraphina asked, her hand brushing the sigil pulsing on Lucian's chest.
Gabriel nodded solemnly. "This is the forge of reality. If we enter… we may never come back."
Lucian tightened his grip on his obsidian blade, reforged now with Seraphina's light. "We've already crossed death. What's one more step into the fire?"
They leapt.
Down, down, down—past layers of memory, bone, and time. The deeper they went, the less the laws of reality mattered.
Words echoed in reverse.
Shadows had voices.
Lucian heard his mother's lullaby—though she'd never sung one.
Seraphina's wings trembled as she glimpsed echoes of her own future, bleeding from the walls.
Gabriel wept as the light inside him flickered—struggling to hold on to his sense of self.
Finally, they landed.
Not on ground—but on light.
Pure, blinding, ancient light shaped like a labyrinth. Floating islands spun slowly around them, each holding a memory that had shaped the world: a sword raised in hope, a kiss between enemies, a betrayal written in stardust.
And at the center of the labyrinth—Kareth waited.
"You returned," he said, voice no longer a child's.
Lucian stepped forward. "You said we were born from the fire. Explain."
Kareth's eyes turned black as ink. "This fire… is the cradle of gods. Before angels. Before demons. Before love and wrath. There was only this."
He spread his arms—and the labyrinth twisted.
Images formed:
A flame giving birth to light and shadow.
Celestials forged in its heat.
Lucian and Seraphina, souls intertwined before time began—fated, forgotten, reborn.
Seraphina's eyes filled with tears. "We were created… together?"
Kareth nodded. "Twin sparks. Meant to shape or destroy."
Lucian's voice was cold. "Then why the war?"
Kareth frowned. "Because choice exists. Yurelia chose destruction. Others chose order. And you… chose love."
A tremor rocked the space.
Kareth looked up sharply. "It's waking."
"What is?" Gabriel asked.
Kareth whispered, "The Original Flame. The one even I fear."
The labyrinth cracked.
From above, a shape descended—massive, coiling, endless. Not a god. Not a demon. A presence. The thing that birthed all other things.
Its voice spoke in all tongues at once:
"Who seeks to unmake what I have burned?"
Lucian stood tall. "We seek truth."
Seraphina raised her hand. "And love."
The presence laughed—a sound like stars dying.
"Then burn with it."
Flames erupted.
Reality melted.
And yet—Lucian and Seraphina held hands.
Even in the core of all creation's fire, their love did not flicker.
It blazed.
To be continued…
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