THE DEVIL'S BRIDE
Episode 50: The Reawakening Throne
By Rapwizzy Debaron
The storm had passed.
But peace? That was an illusion.
Evelyn stood at the edge of the Void, eyes reflecting the swirling nothingness that once held her prisoner. Behind her, the Bridge of Whispers shimmered—linking the Realm of Shadows to the Mortal World, now cracked from the curse's collapse.
Lucien's voice stirred her from thought.
"You haven't said a word since we crossed back."
She turned to him, her gaze distant. "How do you live with the weight of choosing who gets saved?"
Lucien's silence was answer enough.
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In the rebuilt Citadel of Thorns, Kael gathered the survivors. Demons, half-breeds, forsaken angels—those who had once bowed to darkness now looked to Evelyn like a queen reborn.
She stood tall before them, her silver fire dimmed but present in her veins.
"The curse has fallen," she began, voice carrying like thunder. "But the war isn't over. There are those who still serve the Ancient One. Armies who believe the Devil's Bride belongs in chains."
A murmur stirred the crowd.
Evelyn raised her hand, summoning a flame into the air. "I was born of light and dark. Touched by both. But I am bound to no one. And I will burn down every kingdom that dares claim otherwise."
They erupted in cheers.
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In secret chambers deep beneath the Citadel, Lucien uncovered something ancient. A mirror—not just of reflection, but of memory. It shimmered with whispers.
"She must not see this," the Keeper warned him. "Not yet."
Lucien stared into it. He saw her past—all of it.
And beyond it… her future.
A throne carved from obsidian.
A crown laced with thorns.
Evelyn—bathed in blood, eyes burning like a goddess of ruin.
"She deserves peace," Lucien whispered.
The Keeper sighed. "She was not born for peace. She was born to rewrite fate."
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That night, Evelyn wandered the ruins alone.
She passed the garden Aleir once showed her—the one that bloomed under moonlight.
There, a single violet petal drifted down. She caught it in her palm.
"Goodbye," she whispered to the night.
From the shadows, someone watched her.
Not Lucien.
Not Kael.
Someone older.
Rising from the mists, cloaked in gold and ivory—Seraphhina.
Eyes glowing like twin suns.
"You've taken your first step," the goddess said. "But your soul isn't ready for the throne. Not yet."
Evelyn turned, defiant. "Then test me."
Seraphhina smiled. "I intend to."
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Far beyond the Citadel, across scorched lands and broken timelines, the true enemy stirred.
He opened his eyes beneath the Sea of Forgotten Bones.
The King Who Burns the World…
had awakened.
And he whispered only one word.
"Evelyn."
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To be continued…
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