Sons of a devil-Chapter 112: Sons of the kingdom
Chapter 112 - Sons of the kingdom
The palace courtyard bloomed with life, adorned in gold and ivory silks, flowers strung from pillars, and petals tossed across the steps leading to the raised platform where the royal family now stood. Trumpets echoed through the air, followed by the rhythmic beat of ancestral drums. This was not just another ceremony—it was history being reborn.
Citizens from every region had come to witness the moment—the introduction of the royal heirs. It wasn't only about lineage. These two newborn boys symbolized unity, forgiveness, and the return of harmony between power and people.
Cain stood proudly with Selene beside him, her gown a flowing stream of deep sapphire threaded with silver stars. In her arms, she held Caelan, and in Cain's arms rested Azrael—their sons. The crowd quieted the moment the royal pair stepped onto the balcony overlooking the courtyard.
King Azrael stepped forward, his voice carrying across the crowd. "People of Elarion... today, you witness not just the future of the throne, but the blessing of the bloodlines—of both fire and light, shadow and storm. I present to you... Prince Caelan and Prince Azrael, sons of Cain and Selene, children of prophecy."
The crowd erupted in cheers, flags waving, families lifting children onto shoulders to catch a glimpse.
Queen Isolde lifted her hand to silence the crowd. "As tradition dictates, our high priest shall bestow upon the heirs the ancestral blessings—and bear witness to their gifts."
An elder priest stepped forward, robed in white and gold. His wrinkled hands held a glowing crystal orb, pulsing faintly. "Step forward," he said solemnly.
Selene passed Caelan gently to him. The moment the orb touched Caelan's tiny chest, a shock of golden-blue light surged from the boy's hands—lightning cracking in the sky above. The people gasped as the clouds shimmered, not with storm—but with aurora-colored magic.
"He bears the mark of the Skyborn," the priest said, voice awed. "He will control the winds and weather. He is destined to lead not just with strength, but with foresight."
Cain exchanged a stunned look with Selene.
Then came Azrael Jr. As the orb touched his skin, a low rumble shook the earth. From the child's small fingers, tendrils of living flame flickered and curled, dancing through the air but burning nothing.
The flames twisted into shapes—a lion, a crown, and finally, a blazing phoenix.
"The Phoenix-blooded," the priest whispered. "He carries ancient fire in his veins. Rebirth and power—he will protect what is pure, and purge what is poisoned."
The crowd bowed as one, murmuring prayers and praises. Cain and Selene stood speechless, but proud.
From the back, Leo whistled. "Well, that's going to be fun to babysit."
Eira snorted. "You think they'll let us babysit future flame-throwing storm gods?"
Eren raised a brow. "Depends how soon they start talking. First word's probably gonna be 'chaos.'"
Queen Isolde wiped a tear from her cheek, watching her grandsons shine. "They carry hope," she said softly to King Azrael.
"And a legacy we must honor every day," he replied.
Selene stepped forward and addressed the people.
"These boys are not just our sons. They are yours too. They will grow knowing every voice in this kingdom matters. They will lead with justice, and they will love fiercely. Just as we have loved—through darkness and light."
As the sun reached its highest point, golden rays pierced through the clouds, bathing the family in warmth.
The twins opened their eyes at once.
And for a single moment, time stood still.
The skies glimmered, the earth hummed, and the hearts of every soul in Elarion beat as one.
The palace celebration stretched into the late afternoon. Music swept through the courtyards, blending with the smell of rosewater and honey-glazed bread. Children ran barefoot through flower-lined paths, maids handed out sweets, and nobles clinked glasses of moonfruit wine in toasts to the newborn princes.
Inside the throne room, the royal family retreated for a moment of quiet—though even silence seemed heavy with magic.
Selene sat beside Cain on the golden settee, each cradling a sleeping twin in their arms. Their small breaths were synchronized, and it gave Selene a stillness she hadn't known she craved.
"They're perfect," she whispered.
Cain leaned down, kissing her temple. "They are. And they'll be unstoppable together."
Eira stood nearby, hands on her hips, watching them with a teasing grin. "Just don't make me their full-time babysitter when they start flying or breathing fire."
Eren, lounging beside her, snorted. "You? Please. You'll be their co-conspirator."
Queen Isolde stepped closer, running a gentle finger down Caelan's tiny nose. "They carry something deep... older than us, older than this palace. It's as though the past and the future met inside them."
King Azrael nodded, standing just behind her. His expression was unreadable—part wonder, part grief, and unmistakably filled with love.
"I see myself in that one," he murmured, motioning to the baby named after him. "But not my mistakes. Only... my second chance."
Selene looked up at him. "That's why we chose his name. Not to forget—but to heal. For you... and for them."
Cain gave a slight nod. "You hurt us. But we've seen your regret. Now we choose peace."
The king lowered his head. "Thank you."
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Just then, the double doors opened, and the royal seer entered—cloaked in obsidian and silver, eyes glazed with prophecy.
She bowed deeply. "Your Majesties. The twins' powers have awakened early. It is not only a sign of strength... but a call."
Cain stiffened. "A call?"
She nodded. "The realm will shift. The magic in their bloodline will change the balance of power. Enemies will rise in the years to come—those who fear their existence. But..."
"But?" Selene prompted.
"They are the keystone of a new prophecy. One written long ago, forgotten, but alive again. When fire and storm are born together under the sign of the Queen's Redemption, a new kingdom will rise—led by twins, not just to rule... but to awaken the world."
A hush fell over the room.
"They're not just heirs," Leo said, his voice unusually serious. "They're legends already."
The seer turned to him. "Indeed. And they'll need protectors."
Eira stepped forward. "Then they have us."
Eren nodded, eyes hard. "To the grave."
Zara slipped in quietly, standing by Leo's side. "And beyond that."
The twins stirred, as if they heard every word. Caelan's eyes fluttered open—crackling silver and blue. Azrael Jr.'s followed—burning gold and deep crimson.
Cain and Selene exchanged a look of awe. The magic within them, passed down and forged in battle, now lived in the fragile, fierce bodies of their sons.
They didn't just inherit the throne.
They were the throne.
Queen Isolde stepped forward and lifted her arms, speaking clearly as the room gathered around.
"Let it be known throughout the land and all neighboring realms: Princes Caelan and Azrael, sons of House Daryen, children of Cain and Selene, shall be raised not only in the halls of royalty, but in the wisdom of old, the love of many, and the unity we fought to earn. May they rise, and may they lead."
Everyone bowed—even the king.
Outside, as the sun began to sink into the horizon, a streak of lightning crossed a sky touched by flames. A sign. A vow.
The kingdom was no longer waiting for peace.
It was raising it.
