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 First King—once feared across realms—remained on his knees before Evelyn, the one woman who saw past his curse and into the ruins of his soul.


His mighty crown, forged in blood and madness, cracked.


A thin line snaked through the blackened metal, splitting it down the middle.


Lucien stepped forward, his voice trembling. "He's surrendering."


"No," Evelyn said, her eyes never leaving the King. "He's healing."


A sudden gust of wind blew across the battlefield, carrying ash and whispers from the fallen. Seraphhina lowered her flaming sword. Kael sheathed his daggers. Even the fiercest demons stepped back, uncertain.


The skies began to shift, clouds thinning, the blood-red hue fading into a violet twilight. And from above, the old gods watched in silence.


The Devil's Bride had done what none of them dared.


The First King slowly stood, no longer towering but human in shape. He looked weary. Ancient. Eyes heavy with sins he could no longer outrun.


He spoke quietly, as if remembering how to.


"This throne," he said, gesturing to the jagged obsidian seat behind him, "was built on screams."


Lucien's eyes widened. "He wants to end it… all of it."


"I didn't come to take your place," she said. "I came to end the cycle."


Together, they walked toward the throne—king and girl, past and future.


When they reached it, Evelyn raised her hand. Flames flickered from her fingers—not fire of destruction, but of cleansing.


With a silent gesture, she placed her palm against the obsidian.


Light burst from the cracks, rippling outward in a golden storm.


Screams echoed across dimensions as the cursed chains that bound realms to the throne broke.


One by one, demonic contracts vanished into smoke.


"You're not just a bride," he whispered. "You're a queen."


"No," Evelyn replied gently, stepping toward him. "I'm what's next."


But even as the realm began to shift toward peace, deep below the earth… a new shadow stirred.


From a prison beyond time, red eyes blinked open.


"She thinks she's freed the world," a cold, feminine voice sneered. "But she's only made it mine."


Chapter 59 - Episode 56 The Broken Throne