Sons of a devil-Chapter 136: when innocent burn
Chapter 136 - when innocent burn
The sky split open again, not with fire—but with death.
It started at dawn.
A wave of shadows swept over the village, silent and swift. Black-cloaked beings with hollow eyes and blades made of starlight descended like a plague. There was no warning. No time to flee.
Screams echoed.
Women clutching their babies fell in the streets. Elders were dragged from their homes. Children hid beneath floorboards—but even the shadows slithered there.
By the time Leo and Zara arrived with reinforcements, the village was painted in ash and blood.
Rina dropped to her knees beside a fallen child—one who had shared her sweets just the day before.
"I knew her," she whispered. "Her name was Mali. She loved frogs."
Azrael Jr.'s eyes were glowing—no pupils, no whites, only divine light. "No more mercy."
Caelan clenched his fists, flames erupting along his skin. "They want blood? We'll give them fire."
Azariah stood silently, then whispered, "We give the others a chance to fight."
In a clearing behind the ruined village, the four children gathered the surviving children—trembling, crying, broken.
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Rina stepped forward. "You're scared. That's good. Stay scared... and then punch fear in the throat."
Caelan chuckled, "Not the speech I was going to give but... honestly, valid."
Azrael Jr. raised his hands. "We're going to give you something. Power. A piece of us. You won't be the same—but you'll never be helpless again."
One by one, he and his siblings touched the children's foreheads. Blue sparks, violet flames, silver winds, golden earth. The magic didn't just settle—it bonded.
And in moments, scared children stood taller.
Stronger.
Glowing.
One tiny boy opened his hand and flames danced across his palm. Another girl lifted her fingers and vines burst from the ground, wrapping around a sword handle.
"We are the Lost Stars," Rina declared, her eyes blazing. "And we're taking back the night."
The next attack was no longer one-sided.
When the enemy returned, expecting fear, they found fury.
They found children who summoned meteors with whispers.
Children who made the ground crack with a stomp.
They found Rina, laughing mid-fight, ducking a blade and slapping the enemy with a burning teddy bear.
They found Azariah, standing still, eyes glowing like twin galaxies. When she spoke, even the shadows flinched.
"You touched the innocent," she said. "Now the wrath of stars touches you."
And she unleashed a storm so wild, even her siblings gasped.
Later that night, they stood among the ashes.
"I'm tired," Caelan murmured.
Azrael Jr. nodded. "Me too. But we can't stop now."
Rina wiped soot from her cheek. "Mali would've wanted us to keep going."
Azariah wrapped her arms around her older brothers. "Let's end it. For them."
And far above, the Hollow Star pulsed once more—watching.
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The moon hung low that night, casting a pale glow over what remained of the village. Ash coated the grass. The once-cheerful homes now stood as blackened skeletons.
In the heart of the ruins, the newly awakened children gathered around a fire made of magical flame—burning blue and gold.
Azrael Jr. stood tall, his cloak torn, a scar bleeding lightly down his cheek. "We don't mourn in silence anymore," he said. "We speak their names. And we fight."
Rina hopped onto a broken crate, holding up a child's drawing she had salvaged. "Look! This is me and Mali riding frogs into space." She smiled sadly, then grinned. "We still owe her that space ride."
Some of the children laughed through their tears. Even in grief, Rina made space for light.
Caelan looked at his younger sister, Azariah, who sat cross-legged with a book of ancient spells open. Her aura shimmered with triple magic. "You okay?"
Azariah didn't look up. "I'm learning how to open the skies. If they come again, I want to rain fire from above and ice from below."
Caelan blinked. "...That's horrifying."
"I'm four," she said innocently.
Rina raised her hand. "She might be more terrifying than all of us combined."
Leo and Zara returned from tending to the wounded. Zara's face was hard, her fury barely masked.
"Your father is rallying the castle guards. Your uncles are mobilizing allies," Leo told the children. "But you... you started something bigger today."
"You've awakened hope," Zara added softly.
Azrael Jr. looked around at the children—their eyes filled with new power, new courage. "We need a name."
"We have one," said a girl with glowing hair. "We're the Lost Stars."
Cheers erupted.
The villagers who remained gathered, forming a circle around the new warriors. Cain and Selene stood on the hill above, holding hands tightly, watching their children lead.
"I never imagined this," Selene whispered, her voice breaking.
Cain nodded. "We didn't raise princes and a princess. We raised legends."
Down below, Rina whistled to get attention. "Okay! New plan! We train daily, we eat triple portions, and we punch nightmares in the face!"
Caelan laughed, "That's oddly specific."
"Trust me. You'll thank me later."
As the magical flames burned brighter, a comet shot across the sky—silent, bright, and blazing.
A sign.
A promise.
A war had begun, yes—but so had a revolution.
And at its heart were three teenagers, one fierce four-year-old, and a village of tiny warriors ready to burn the world for justice.
