Sons of a devil-Chapter 115: Death

The other pierced Isolde's back.

No sound escaped either of them—only gasps, shock, the look of betrayal from the world itself.

They collapsed together, hand in hand, blood soaking the lilies.

By morning, the kingdom had shattered.

Selene dropped to her knees as the palace guards laid the bodies before the court. The queen's eyes were closed peacefully. The king's mouth was open slightly, as if still trying to protect her.

Cain stood frozen. His fists clenched, jaw grinding, heart shattering as his eyes took in the scene.

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Azrael Jr. and Caelan didn't move.

Not at first.

But then, the silence between them cracked like breaking stone.

Azrael Jr. screamed.

Caelan's shadows writhed around him like storm winds, flickering with grief and fury. Their powers pulsed uncontrollably, rattling the chandeliers and sending cracks through the palace walls.

"WHO DID THIS?!" Azrael Jr. bellowed.

"WE WILL BURN THEM ALL!" Caelan's voice was almost inhuman, dark magic dripping from his eyes like ink.

Eira rushed forward. "Please—calm down, both of you—"

But even she was thrown back by the force of their wrath. A pulse of raw energy blasted from Azrael Jr., incinerating part of the floor. Leo tried to shield the younger maids, dragging Zara and their daughter behind the marble columns.

No one could approach them.

Not even Selene.

Not Cain.

"Azrael—Caelan—stop this," Selene pleaded, her voice trembling. "Your grandparents wouldn't want—"

"THEY'RE DEAD!" Caelan growled, eyes glowing an eerie blue. "And we let it happen!"

"They were assassinated right under our noses!" Azrael Jr. spat. "There will be no mercy. No forgiveness."

They vanished in a flash of fire and shadow, leaving the palace behind.

Days passed.

And then weeks.

The twins became phantoms of vengeance. Cities bordering Valemir began reporting fires, burned-out rebel camps, shredded forests—entire mountain strongholds reduced to ash. No one knew who was responsible. No one could trace the arrows.

But Azrael Jr. and Caelan didn't care. They hunted every enemy, every threat—real or imagined.

They didn't sleep. They didn't speak to anyone.

Eren tried to reason with them.

Eira tried to hold them back.

Cain tried to father them again.

But grief had turned them to weapons.

Selene sat alone in the Moon Gardens, now scarred with burned grass and blood-stained lilies. Her tears were endless.

"I've lost them," she whispered.

"They're not lost," Cain said behind her. "They're in pain."

"They're becoming what we fought against."

Cain sat beside her. "Then we fight for them again."

And in the distance, through smoke and thunder, two brothers chased ghosts with blood on their hands, determined to destroy the world that dared take their peace.