Sons of a devil-Chapter 122: flames of legacy

"They remind me of us," Selene said, watching the three grandchildren of war, legacy, and cheeky defiance wreak havoc.

Cain smiled faintly. "Except we didn't burn half the kingdom trying to make toast."

Selene giggled. "You did. Your first time using fire magic. You set the royal armory on fire."

Cain winced. "I was aiming for a candle."

Below, Rina shot a tiny flame at Caelan's foot, and Caelan casually froze the ground beneath her in retaliation. She slipped, rolled, and popped up laughing.

Azrael Jr. added with a grin, "She's scarier than the last army we fought."

Rina placed her hands on her hips, triumphant. "I'm going to be queen of everywhere. With fire."

"You mean queen of ashes," Caelan teased.

"Better than being prince of boring!" she snapped, sticking out her tongue.

The courtyard rang with laughter, wild magic, and occasional flares of elemental nonsense. But for the first time in a long time, it wasn't war. It was family. It was healing.

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The absence of Queen Isolde still hung in the air, a gentle ache felt in every corner of the palace. But today, in the laughter of her descendants, she lived on.

Selene smiled softly, her hand resting on her stomach as Cain wrapped an arm around her waist. "She would've loved this."

"She would've laughed first. Then grounded them all."

Cain kissed her temple. "She always said our children would carry the fire."

"And our grandchildren," Selene added, watching Rina breathe out tiny flames in delight, "are already legends."

Later that evening, the great dining hall buzzed with chatter, laughter, and the occasional magical pop as floating candlesticks tried to avoid catching on fire thanks to Rina's "mood flickers."

The long mahogany table was packed. Azrael Jr. and Caelan sat on either side of their parents, trading sarcastic remarks and stealing each other's bread rolls like true siblings. Rina, with flour still in her curls from a disastrous attempt at baking with Eira, bounced in her seat between Leo and Zara, proudly displaying a slightly burnt cookie she'd insisted on calling "Dragon Snack."

"It's a... unique flavor," Leo said diplomatically after nibbling one.

"Just say it's burnt!" Eira laughed, flicking a pea at him.

Eren, dressed more regally than usual, leaned over and whispered something into Eira's ear, making her blush and nearly choke on her wine.

Selene gave them a pointed glance. "You two better not be planning another secret elopement."

"It wasn't secret! It was just... sudden," Eren defended.

Cain raised an eyebrow. "You sent us a note after you'd already left."

Rina interjected, "They were kissing for so long in the garden yesterday. I think I saw a squirrel faint."

The room erupted in laughter.

"You little tattletale!" Eira teased, tugging gently at Rina's curls.

"Rina's got eyes everywhere," Caelan said with mock solemnity. "We should've made her Head of Intelligence."

"I'm five!" she beamed proudly. "And I breathe fire!"

Zara, clearly exasperated but loving it all the same, leaned back against Leo. "I don't know if she's more dragon or diva."

"Both," Leo said, proudly. "She's our firecracker."

Across the table, Cain looked around at the chaos—his family loud, mismatched, scarred, magical, but alive. It hit him like a slow tide: they had survived. They had built something new from ashes. His parents were gone, yes, but their legacies continued—woven into the hearts and powers of these children now climbing on chairs and arguing about who would rule the universe.

Selene leaned in close. "Thinking too hard again?"

He smiled. "Just... grateful."

"Grateful enough to change the twins' bedtime from midnight to ten?" she teased.

Cain snorted. "Let's not ruin dinner with unrealistic expectations."

A loud magical pop rang out as Rina sneezed fire into the chandelier, which miraculously extinguished itself with a puff of enchanted mist.

"Oops," she said with a grin.

"Definitely not changing bedtime," Cain muttered.

They all burst into laughter again.

Family. Fire. Forgiveness.

And tomorrow? More madness.

But tonight? Tonight was joy.