In a world where demons pull the strings from the shadows, an ancient curse binds every firstborn daughter of the royal bloodline to a dreadful fate: to marry the Devil himself—Lucien, the exiled Prince of Hell. For centuries, these brides have disappeared without a trace, swallowed by darkness.

Evelyn Blackthorne, the sharp-witted and fiercely independent daughter of a fallen noble house, is the next to be sacrificed. But Evelyn refuses to surrender. Instead, she strikes a bold deal with Lucien—help her reclaim her family’s honor, and she will accept their cursed union without resistance.

Their alliance begins as a cold, calculated bargain, but as Evelyn uncovers Lucien’s tragic past and the true nature of the curse, their relationship deepens beyond mere convenience. Together, they face deadly enemies: angels determined to annihilate Lucien, ruthless demons vying for his throne, and an ancient prophecy warning that their forbidden love could ignite the destruction of both Heaven and Hell.

In The Devil’s Bride, a tale of dark fantasy and forbidden romance, Evelyn and Lucien must decide what they are willing to sacrifice for love—and for power.

The clash of armies echoed like thunder across the blood-soaked sky. Magic weaved through fire, metal clashed against bone, and screams of angels and demons alike rose into the heavens.


But at the eye of the storm stood Evelyn—unshaken.


Lucien moved to her side, shadows wrapping protectively around him. "That power... it's older than anything I've known."


"It's not just power," Evelyn said softly. "It's memory. And it's calling to him."


She looked at the First King—no longer just a monster of war, but something more broken.


Suddenly, the earth trembled as the First King dropped to one knee.


The fire in his eyes dimmed. His jaw clenched.


"Why do you look at me like that?" he growled, voice trembling. "As if you see… someone worth saving."


Evelyn stepped closer, glowing with inner fire.


Behind them, the battle raged on. Valethra and Seraphhina fought side by side, wings unfurled. Kael unleashed the fury of a thousand nightborn, his twin daggers painting trails of light across demon flesh.


But time seemed to bend around Evelyn and the First King.


"I had a name," he whispered. "Before I was this."


Evelyn reached out, her palm touching his forehead.


Memories exploded like shattered stars—


A curse that turned him into the first devil.


And in the heart of it… a woman. Her face eerily like Evelyn's.


Lucien gasped, clutching his chest. "You… you loved her," he said to the First King. "Before everything. She was your beginning."


The First King's voice broke. "She died… because of me."


"No," Evelyn said firmly. "She died trying to save you."


The markings across Evelyn's body blazed brighter.


The First King looked up at her—haunted, wounded.


"No," Evelyn said gently. "I carry her will."


A pulse of light burst from Evelyn, rippling across the battlefield.


Lucien turned to his mother, to Seraphhina, to Kael.


"She's doing something none of us could."


"For a thousand years, I chose war," he said. "Because I thought love had betrayed me."


"But you… you've given me another path."


Then Evelyn spoke, not just to him—but to the armies watching.


"We can end this. Not with blood. But with truth."


"The true throne… was never meant to be taken. It was meant to be earned."


And for the first time in millennia… the First King knelt.


But as someone remembering what it meant to feel.


💔 Can the most feared devil truly be redeemed?


🔥 Is Evelyn the rebirth of love… or a new kind of ruler entirely?


🌙 Tap the star if you believe her flame is just beginning.


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Chapter 58 - Episode 55 The King who Forgot Love