Sons of a devil-Chapter 121: Embers or tomorrow

Azrael Jr. nodded solemnly. "We don't mean to scare. We only protect."

"But we'll burn everything down if we have to," Rina added with a wink, making the villagers murmur and cross their chests in reverence—or fear.

They stayed that night in the village, resting in an old inn that smelled of pine and herbs. Rina curled up on the bed between her cousins.

"When do we go back?" she asked softly.

"Tomorrow," Caelan answered. "We're needed at the palace."

"They'll be proud of us," Azrael Jr. added, his eyes growing heavy with sleep.

"They better be," Rina yawned. "I saved both of your butts more than once."

They all drifted off under the warmth of a shared blanket and the flickering firelight, no longer just royal blood, but bonded warriors.

Back in Eldralore, the palace gates groaned open as Cain and Selene stood awaiting their children's return. Eira and Eren were beside them, arms linked, faces solemn.

"There," Selene whispered, pointing.

Three silhouettes emerged from the dust and golden light, walking slowly through the gates.

Azrael Jr., tall and steady. Caelan, swift and sharp-eyed. And between them, Rina, skipping with a satisfied grin.

Cain's breath caught.

He took a step forward, then another, until he broke into a run. Selene followed him.

The twins dropped their weapons just in time to catch their mother's embrace. Cain wrapped his arms around all three, pulling them tightly.

"You came back," he choked.

"We always do," Caelan whispered.

Selene kissed each of their cheeks. "You did so well."

Zara rushed in and grabbed Rina, lifting her high into the air. "My little firestorm!"

Rina laughed. "I melted ten soldiers!"

Leo chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Of course you did."

Eira appeared next, running straight into Eren arms as he approached behind them.

"She burned ten?" she asked.

"Eleven," Leo corrected proudly. "Our daughter doesn't play."

That night, the palace came alive with celebration. No war. No bloodshed. Just music, laughter, and the healing kind of noise only a reunited family could make.

The courtyard glowed with floating lanterns, and tables overflowed with food. Children danced, soldiers drank, and for a rare moment, peace was whole.

Rina sat on the royal balcony, swinging her legs, a meat skewer in hand. The twins sat beside her.

"We're not done," Azrael Jr. said after a while.

"We never will be," Caelan replied. "But we can rest tonight."

Rina leaned her head on her cousin's shoulder. "Then let's dream something good."

And they did.

The laughter from the courtyard grew softer as the night deepened, stars twinkling above like ancient guardians. Inside the palace, the fire in the grand hearth crackled quietly, casting shadows on the stone walls as the family retreated into their shared chambers for rest.

Cain and Selene sat on the royal bed, their hands entwined, watching their sons and Rina play a quiet game of cards on the floor. The glow from the hearth danced in their children's eyes—eyes that held wisdom far beyond their years.

"They're still just children," Selene murmured, her voice tender. "But they carry the weight of warriors."

Cain nodded solemnly. "I wish we could've given them a different childhood. One without blood. Without vengeance."

Selene leaned her head on his shoulder. "But they're strong. And good. That's what matters."

Just then, Rina let out a loud laugh, startling everyone. She had just beaten both boys with a dramatic flourish.

"Never underestimate a five-year-old with fire magic," she declared, stuffing the winning card in her mouth like a trophy. "Victory tastes like paper!"

Caelan groaned. "You're insane."

Azrael Jr. chuckled. "She's our chaos queen."

"I heard that," Zara's voice called from the doorway. She walked in with Leo, both of them wearing proud smiles.

"Our daughter is a menace," Leo said fondly, walking over to kiss Rina on the forehead. "But she's our menace."

"Don't forget deadly," Rina added helpfully.

Isolde entered next, her presence soft yet commanding. Her crown was gone for the night, replaced by the warm, woven scarf the twins had given her long ago. She knelt next to Azrael Jr. and Caelan, pulling them both into a tight embrace.

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"You fought like kings," she whispered.

"Because we were raised by one," Caelan said softly, looking over at Cain.

Isolde smiled with misty eyes, then turned to Rina and hugged her too. "And you, my firefly. You lit the way."

Selene stood then, reaching for her children. "Bedtime."

"Ughhh," all three groaned.

"Even warriors need sleep," Cain added, walking over to lift Rina into his arms.

"Fine," she pouted, "but I want breakfast in bed. With bacon."

"And cinnamon," Caelan chimed in.

"And extra honey bread," Azrael Jr. added.

Selene laughed. "You're all impossible."

That night, the family slept under the same roof, with no shadows lurking in the corners. Eira and Eren were nestled in the west wing, arms wrapped around each other. Zara and Leo had Rina snuggled between them in a guest chamber, her fire dim but warm like a hearth.

And in the royal chamber, Cain and Selene slept side by side, peace finally gracing their hearts.

But in the distance—just at the edge of the kingdom's breath—someone watched from the trees, a cloaked figure with glowing red eyes, whispering a curse in an ancient tongue.

Because peace never lasted long in Eldralore.