Sons of a devil-Chapter 98: into the fire

Leo slammed his hands to the ground, sending a ripple of golden energy up to form a dome over the army. Eren roared and summoned spears of pure shadow, hurling them at the creatures with surgical precision.

Selene's hands lit up with blinding white light as she whispered an incantation that stilled the sky for a moment—long enough for Cain to charge forward.

And then chaos exploded.

Cain was a force of nature. His blade met enemy steel, and he danced between blows, fire trailing behind him like a second shadow. His power ignited his veins, giving his strikes the force of ten men.

Leo fought with sharp, fluid movements, his power constructing shields and weapons mid-air like a conductor composing war.

Eren vanished and reappeared, slicing through enemies from the shadows, each kill silent and precise.

Selene floated slightly above the battlefield, her magic glowing like the sun itself. But her strength was draining fast, her body struggling to hold all the power she was channeling. Still, she didn't stop.

From the hills, the enemy general stepped forward.

It wasn't just a man—it was the twisted remains of the dark soul that had once corrupted their father. Reborn. Enraged.

"Children of sin," it hissed. "You should have stayed dead with her."

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Cain didn't hesitate. He charged, power rippling from his skin.

But the creature was fast—inhumanly fast—and it deflected Cain's strike, then threw him back against the rocks.

Selene screamed.

Cain struggled to his feet. Blood trickled from his mouth. "Not yet," he growled.

Their mother joined the fray, magic whipping around her like a hurricane. She faced the creature alongside her sons and husband, her eyes blazing.

"You think you own this bloodline," she spat. "But we are not yours."

Their father's sword gleamed as he slashed across the monster's arm, finally drawing black blood. "I should have destroyed you years ago."

The battle turned. The family fought as one. Each movement was a symphony of pain, power, and purpose. It was the culmination of every broken promise, every tear, every sacrifice.

Selene collapsed mid-spell, but Cain caught her just in time, holding her as her body trembled. "I've got you," he whispered.

"Don't let it win," she murmured weakly.

"I won't."

As Cain rose, his brothers flanked him. Leo cracked his knuckles, Eren raised his blade, and together they surged forward in one final attack.

And when Cain drove his sword through the creature's chest, the battlefield fell silent.

Ash blew across the field like snow.

The enemy army faltered, then fled. Victory was theirs—but at a cost.

They stood, bruised and bloody, at the edge of their greatest battle yet. Behind them, the kingdom waited. Ahead of them, vengeance and healing.

And in the center of it all, the bond of a family once shattered... reforged in the fire.

The battlefield stilled like the breath before dawn. Wind swept through the ruined plains, carrying whispers of the fallen and the scent of smoldering soil. Cain stood with his blade still buried in the creature's chest, his breath ragged. The body twitched once, then went still—its black blood hissing as it sizzled into the earth.

He slowly pulled the sword out and turned to see Selene lying in the grass, her chest rising and falling shallowly. He rushed to her, dropping beside her with shaking hands.

"Selene, hey—hey. Look at me."

Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused. "You didn't die."

He let out a weak laugh, brushing hair from her face. "I made a promise."

She smiled faintly. "You always keep them."

Leo and Eren stumbled toward them, both bloodied but upright. Leo dropped to his knees, hands glowing faintly as he placed them over Selene's abdomen.

"She drained herself," he murmured. "That last spell—Cain, she was holding the entire army back for nearly five minutes. That's not magic, that's... suicidal."

"I had to," Selene whispered. "You're family now."

Eren blinked back something suspiciously wet in his eyes. "That's it. We're not letting her out of our sight again."

Their parents approached slowly—mother with a torn cape and singed sleeves, father limping and cradling his side, but both alive. Their father's eyes fell on the scene in front of him and softened.

"She reminds me of you, Adira," he said quietly.

Their mother knelt beside Cain. "You chose her well."

Cain looked between them, chest tightening. He hadn't spoken to his father since before the battle. Not truly. Not like this. Not with honesty hanging in the air, sharp and aching.

"You stayed back when I needed you most," Cain said.

"I know."

"You let him possess you."

"I didn't fight hard enough."

Silence fell. Only the crackling of distant fires filled the void.

"I hated you," Cain said finally.

"I know," his father whispered. "I hated myself more."

Selene reached up and touched Cain's hand. "Let it go," she said softly. "Or it'll keep burning you."

Cain turned to his father. "I'm still angry."

"You should be. But if I die with nothing else left, let it be this—I love you, Cain. I never stopped."

Cain's jaw clenched, his shoulders stiffened—but then, slowly, he nodded.

"I needed to hear that."

Their mother stood, helping Selene gently sit up. "We won't get peace today. But we earned tomorrow."

In the distance, a chorus of horns rang out—not of war, but of mourning. The fallen were being counted, their names whispered across the fields.

The brothers stood together once more, bloodied, bruised, but alive.

They turned back toward the capital.

The palace awaited.

And with it, a future shaped not by legacy... but by choice.

They began the march back—together, as one. Sons. Lovers. Survivors. Legends in the making.

The war wasn't over, but this Chapter was. And in its ashes, hope stirred.