The Devil's Bride
by Rapwizzy Debaron.
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Episode 90: The Godfire Choice
The flame consumed everything.
Time, space, memory—gone in an instant.
Lucian and Seraphina stood at the edge of annihilation, clutching each other as the Original Flame towered above them. It wasn't a being. It wasn't even alive in the way they understood life. It was will. It was beginning. It was end.
And it had no mercy.
"You defy purpose," the Flame boomed. "You were created to burn, not to choose."
Lucian's body cracked with fire, his skin glowing like molten rock. But his voice didn't waver. "Then I defy you."
Seraphina's wings unfurled in a blinding burst of silver light. "We are not your puppets. We were born in fire—but we live in love."
The Flame snarled, its breath warping entire galaxies.
"Love is a mistake. It makes mortals weak. It makes gods fall."
Lucian's obsidian blade, reforged with soul and light, rose in his hand. "No. Love is the only thing that survives the fire."
A heartbeat passed.
Then the Flame descended.
It didn't attack—it erased.
Worlds blinked out around them. Stars turned to ash. Even Gabriel, floating nearby, cried out as his wings turned to smoke.
"Lucian!" Seraphina screamed, wrapping her arms around him.
But just as the Flame reached them, something ancient awakened within Lucian.
A sigil on his chest flared—a mark older than time, etched into his soul before birth.
And then—it answered.
Boom.
The entire realm exploded in light, not from the Flame—but from Lucian himself.
The sigil expanded, wrapping around Seraphina too. The two of them became silhouettes of glowing light—man and woman, flame and sky.
And then they heard it.
A second voice.
Calm. Gentle. Deep as oceans and warm as firelight.
"If you choose love… I give you power."
Seraphina gasped. "Is that—?"
Lucian nodded slowly. "The True Flame. The one before the First."
Suddenly, the Fire around them changed.
It turned golden.
It wrapped around their hands like ribbon.
The Original Flame recoiled. "You awaken that which I buried…"
Lucian stepped forward. "You buried truth. We uncovered it."
Seraphina lifted her wings, radiant and whole. "And we choose it."
With a cry that cracked the foundations of all planes, they merged their flames.
Love and rage. Creation and choice. Heaven and hell. All of it fused in their souls.
They didn't fight the Original Flame.
They rewrote it.
Lucian plunged the blade into the heart of the flame—not to kill, but to cleanse.
Seraphina whispered, "Remember why you were born."
The Flame screamed—then collapsed inward, shrinking until it was just a spark.
A spark now resting in Lucian's hand.
The world around them stabilized.
Gabriel floated nearby, blinking in awe. "Did… did we win?"
Lucian looked to the horizon, where new suns began to rise.
"No," he said. "We changed everything."
Seraphina leaned into him, exhausted. "What now?"
Lucian held up the spark.
"We start over."
And far above, in the heavens beyond gods and demons, a voice whispered:
"The devil has chosen love."
To be continued…
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