Sons of a devil-Chapter 110: legacy of light

Eren smirked. "Yet you still fall for me."

"I never said I was wise."

They laughed quietly, the kind of laugh that only lovers share after surviving tragedy.

In the great hall, King Azrael and Queen Isolde met with council members, finally aligned as one. The air of tyranny that once shadowed the king had lifted. He was not perfect—still rough, still bearing guilt—but he had returned. And that return had planted a seed of trust among the people.

"Your Majesty," one of the nobles said cautiously, "the western region has invited you for the midsummer festival. They say they wish to celebrate the dawn of a new era."

Azrael looked at Isolde. "Will you go with me?"

"Always," she replied.

That afternoon, the courtyard bustled with life. Bards played cheerful tunes, children ran with wooden swords pretending to be Cain or Leo or Eren, and bakers handed out sweetbread in the shape of twin stars—honoring Selene's unborn boys.

As the sun began to dip, the family gathered once more in the garden.

Queen Isolde handed Selene a small wooden box wrapped in deep violet silk.

"What is this?" Selene asked.

"An heirloom. It belonged to my grandmother. For the next queen."

Selene opened it to reveal two tiny silver bracelets, etched with ancient runes and twin phoenixes. She gasped softly.

"They're beautiful."

"They're protection charms. From one mother to another," Isolde said, placing a hand gently over Selene's. "These children... they are our future. Protect them well."

"I will," Selene promised.

Eira leaned against Cain, watching the scene, her eyes warm. Eren stood at her side, his hand clasped gently with hers. Leo came bounding in with Zara, tossing flower petals into the air like confetti.

"I declare this a no-war zone," he announced loudly. "Anyone caught being dramatic shall be tickled into submission!"

Zara rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Then you're the first victim."

She tackled him into the grass, and the garden erupted with laughter.

Later that evening, lanterns were strung across the trees, and a soft dinner was shared beneath the stars. No grand speeches were made. No politics were discussed. Just stories. Memories. Laughter.

Cain pulled Selene closer to him, her head resting against his chest.

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"Do you think," she whispered, "that our boys will remember this feeling? Even if they're too small to know it now?"

Cain kissed her forehead. "They will. We'll make sure they grow up knowing what peace feels like."

Eren glanced at Eira and added, "And that love doesn't have to be born in blood."

Leo raised a toast. "To family. By fate, by choice, by chaos—we made it."

The clinking of goblets rang like chimes in the wind. Overhead, stars blinked down—witnesses to a story of ruin turned redemption.

And the kingdom, once broken, began again.

The night deepened, but the joy didn't fade. The garden was lit with floating lanterns that danced like fireflies in the sky. Each member of the family had gathered around the long wooden banquet table under the stars, plates full of roasted meats, honeyed fruits, and warm bread. The laughter was constant, rich with memories and mischief.

Selene sat beside Cain, her hand intertwined with his under the table. Her other hand rested on her belly as she listened to Eren try to convince Leo that he could beat him in a sword match if he really tried.

"You mean if I let you win?" Leo teased, leaning back with his goblet raised. "The last time you tried, your sword flew ten feet away."

"And I almost knocked you out with it. That's precision," Eren grinned.

Eira rolled her eyes at both of them, sipping her drink. "Both of you would be helpless without me and Selene."

"Oh, that's not even up for debate," Selene said playfully.

Cain leaned in and whispered, "Remind me never to argue with you again."

"You're learning."

Across the table, Queen Isolde spoke softly with a young maid, handing her a slice of cake to take to the kitchen. Her posture was regal, yet gentle. Her voice was warm, filled with a quiet pride as she watched her children revel in the peace they'd carved with blood and sacrifice.

King Azrael, from his seat at the far end, looked on with a distant smile. He did not speak often, but his eyes followed every movement. He watched Leo's playful energy, Eren's reserved confidence, Eira's keen focus, and Cain's silent strength. And then he looked at Selene—the girl who'd been a stranger once, now family, carrying the next legacy inside her. He exhaled slowly, the weight of years finally easing on his shoulders.

"Do you think they forgive you?" Isolde asked quietly, her fingers brushing his.

"No," Azrael replied. "But they don't hate me anymore. That's enough."

The music changed, softening into a gentle instrumental. Cain stood and extended a hand to Selene.

"Come dance with me."

Selene hesitated, glancing down at her belly. "I'm not exactly graceful right now."

Cain smirked. "You're perfect. Come on, just one."

With a smile, she took his hand, and he led her into the center of the garden where others were already dancing. He held her close, moving slowly, carefully, like she was something rare and delicate.

"I love you," he whispered against her temple.

Selene tilted her head to look into his eyes. "Even when I'm moody and huge and demand spicy peaches at midnight?"

"Especially then."

Nearby, Eira watched them with a soft smile before Eren swept her off her feet into a playful spin.

"I know what you're thinking," Eren whispered. "You want that."

"I already have you, don't I?" she said.

He kissed her forehead. "Always."

Leo pulled Zara into a dance of their own, twirling her beneath the starlit sky. She laughed, trying to keep up with his wild rhythm.

"You're going to break my ankles," she complained through giggles.

"Then I'll carry you," Leo promised dramatically.

As the dancing continued, the air was filled with the kind of warmth that only comes when every heart in the room has been scarred and survived. There was music and joy, yes, but also the silent agreement that they would protect this peace with everything they had.

Later that night, Cain and Selene returned to their chamber. The moonlight spilled through the window, casting a silver glow over the bed. Cain gently helped Selene lie down, brushing a hand over her hair.

"I can't believe how far we've come," she murmured.

"From blood and pain," Cain said, "to stars and peace."

She took his hand and placed it over her stomach. "They'll be born into a world we fought for."

"They'll be safe. And loved," Cain whispered.

She closed her eyes, her breathing soft and even. Cain remained beside her, watching the moon, listening to the silence of a kingdom at rest.

And for the first time in years, he allowed himself to sleep without fear.