The Devil's Bride
by Rapwizzy Debaron.
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Episode 87: Flame Against Fate
The battlefield was unrecognizable.
Where once stood hills and ruins, now only ash and fractured time remained. The very sky tore like paper, revealing glimpses of forgotten stars, weeping blood-red light upon the world.
Lucian stood at the heart of it, hand locked with Seraphina's.
Their bodies glowed with the essence of the Final Flame—a power not of birth, but of choice. Not created by gods, but forged in pain, sacrifice, and love.
Before them, Yurelia's form pulsed with unstable fury.
Her body cracked with golden fire, her voice booming across the scattered dimensions, "You are nothing! A rebellion born from a foolish heart!"
"Maybe," Seraphina said, her voice quiet—calm like the eye of a storm. "But we're still standing."
Yurelia screamed, lifting both hands.
Flame dragons spun from her palms, coiling through the sky, devouring clouds, swallowing sound.
Lucian didn't move.
Instead, he closed his eyes.
> "Let me carry this," he whispered to Seraphina.
"Not alone," she answered.
They leapt.
Straight into the mouth of the inferno.
It devoured them—and shattered.
Lucian's blade reformed in his grip, now seared with the sigil of their bond. He sliced through the dragons with a single motion, flames splashing around him harmlessly.
Seraphina flew above him, wings now streaked with silver and crimson, light and darkness fused. She sang an ancient hymn—one born in the stars before the First Flame ever breathed.
It twisted around Yurelia like a chain.
The Mother of Flame shrieked.
"Even if you kill me, you'll never destroy the fire. You are built from my ruin!"
Lucian grinned. "Then we'll burn the past."
From behind them, the others rose again.
Gabriel, bleeding from the forehead but holding his horn high. "The heavens no longer choose sides. I do."
The Chainbreaker, fists ablaze. "She bound us all in fire. Let her taste our chains."
The Last Seraphic Witch, voice ragged. "Time bleeds... and I write our future."
And then—unexpectedly—a new figure arrived.
A girl.
Barefoot. Eyes glowing violet.
She held no weapons.
Just a single candle.
"Who are you?" Yurelia spat.
The girl smiled.
> "The First Spark," she said.
Yurelia recoiled.
"No—impossible! You died before I rose!"
The girl walked forward. "And yet… here I am. Lit again by their love."
Lucian and Seraphina stood behind her.
Together, all three placed hands over the candle.
Its flame turned blue.
Then gold.
Then white.
Then—
Boom.
The world cracked open.
Yurelia screamed, consumed in a light no flame could endure.
Her body broke apart, piece by golden piece, until nothing but silence remained.
The war was over.
For now.
Lucian collapsed to his knees, breathing hard.
Seraphina knelt beside him, pressing her forehead to his.
"We survived," she whispered.
Lucian looked up at the sky. "No. We won."
But far away, in the abyss beneath all creation…
Eyes opened.
Red.
Watching.
Waiting.
Because the true fire had not yet awakened.
To be continued…
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