Sons of a devil-Chapter 100: The rise of riftborn

King Darius, the once-feared demon vessel now turned sovereign father, nodded solemnly. "You'll lead the first wave. The four of you. With the Royal Guard and the Shadow Blades."

"We're not leaving without a plan," Cain said. "We hit the Rift head-on, we're dead."

Leo cracked his knuckles. "Then we hit it sideways."

Eren smirked. "Or upside down. Confuse it."

Selene laughed despite the dread. "You're both insane."

"And you love us for it," Leo winked.

Cain spread the map wider. "They're anchoring themselves here—at the Ebon Spires. That's where the rift energy is strongest. We cut off the anchor, the Rift destabilizes."

"But we'll have to go through corrupted land, soldiers, beasts..." Selene hesitated. "And Eira."

A silence fell like a hammer.

She had once been their friend. Their ally. The quiet heart of their chaos. Now she was something else—resurrected, reshaped, and utterly merciless.

"She's not Eira anymore," Cain said, though it pained him to speak the words. "She's whatever they made her."

"Still," Leo whispered, "a part of her is in there."

Selene's eyes met Cain's. "Then we'll bring her back. Or set her free."

That night, before the battle, the palace readied itself.

Soldiers donned armor with sacred runes, witches whispered blessings in tongues lost to time, and war beasts were fed potions that made their eyes glow blue. On the palace balcony, Cain stood in silence, looking over the army that was now under his command.

Selene found him there, again.

This time she didn't speak. She simply slid her hand into his, grounding him.

He turned toward her, and something soft flickered behind his tired eyes.

"I'm scared," he confessed.

"So am I," she whispered.

They didn't kiss. Didn't embrace. Just stood there, breathing the same air, hearts syncing like battle drums.

"Promise me something," she said suddenly.

Cain looked at her.

"If I fall... don't let it be for nothing."

Cain pulled her into a fierce hug. "You're not falling."

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The battlefield loomed beneath the Rift.

The Ebon Spires stretched like broken fangs from the earth, glowing with eldritch red light. The Riftborn were already waiting—tall, armored figures with hollow eyes and black blades that pulsed with something ancient.

Then... came her.

Eira.

She floated just above the spires, her hair ghost-white now, her eyes glowing the same red as the rift. Chains of corrupted magic spiraled around her like living snakes. Her voice, when she spoke, wasn't her own.

"Come, little princes," she said through a dozen tongues. "Let's end the world together."

Cain stepped forward, fire gathering in his palms. "Not today."

The first blow was Leo—who summoned a blade of pure lightning and hurled it at the lead Riftborn. It exploded in a cascade of blue sparks, blinding them momentarily.

Eren surged forward, creating a wave of gravitational force that knocked the creatures back. The battlefield warped around him, stones floating in the air as he manipulated density like a god of chaos.

Cain spun into motion, his body shrouded in shadows and flames. He unleashed a wave of dark fire that carved through the enemies like wrath incarnate.

Selene—oh, Selene—was a vision of destruction and grace. She floated above them, surrounded by radiant spears of crystalline magic, her eyes glowing silver. She screamed, and the sky cracked as light shot down from the heavens, burning the Riftborn to ash.

Still, Eira didn't move. She just watched.

Cain reached her first.

She caught his blade between her fingers.

"Do you think," she said softly, "that I didn't want to be saved?"

Cain's grip trembled. "I know you didn't choose this."

"I chose power," she hissed. "Because I was weak. Because none of you saved me when it mattered."

She threw him back with a scream that sent shockwaves through the army. The boys flew in different directions, crashing through corrupted trees and glowing rocks.

Selene stepped forward, her wings of energy expanding from her back.

"You want to destroy us?" she called out. "Then fight me."

Eira smirked. "Gladly."

Their battle lit the sky with flashes of silver and red—a cosmic duel of former sisters-in-arms, tearing through the very laws of magic.

Meanwhile, Cain rose slowly, bloodied, panting.

He reached for the pendant around his neck—a tiny crystal that once belonged to Eira. He held it up.

"Remember this?" he whispered.

For a moment... her eyes flickered.

But then the Rift screamed—and her mind was drowned again.

Cain looked to his brothers, to Selene, to the army.

"We fight until the Rift is gone," he said, voice cracking. "We end this. No more running."

As the final surge began, the sky roared—and the fate of the kingdom trembled in its hands.

The ground trembled beneath the fury of the gods.

Selene and Eira clashed in midair like stars colliding, their powers carving the sky with jagged trails of red and silver. Each blow Selene delivered echoed with grief, each counterstrike from Eira hummed with vengeance.

Below them, the battlefield writhed with chaos.

Cain had joined Leo and Eren again, bruised and bleeding, but burning with resolve. They stood side by side like they had when they were kids, only now they weren't just brothers—they were legends in the making.

"Selene needs time," Cain muttered, his eyes tracking the aerial battle. "We hold the line."

Eren cracked his neck. "With pleasure."

Leo grinned. "Let's give them a show."

The Riftborn surged forward—wave after wave of corrupted warriors, some humanoid, others twisted into nightmarish beasts. Their shrieks rose like a demonic choir, echoing across the battlefield.

Cain summoned twin blades of darkfire and spun into the horde, cutting through the first ranks with furious elegance. Shadows wrapped around him like armor, pulsing with rage.

Eren's gravity surged, crushing enemies under invisible pressure, tossing others into the air like ragdolls before slamming them back down. He laughed wildly, a storm of kinetic chaos in motion.

Leo was lightning incarnate—his blade moving faster than the eye could follow, crackling bolts chaining between enemies, lighting the sky as if thunder itself fought beside them.

From the rear lines, the royal guard and Shadow Blades charged, inspired by the unrelenting force of the siblings.

Meanwhile, above it all, Selene's energy was beginning to fray. Her power, though dazzling, was born of something unstable—divine and human blood clashing within her veins. Every strike she unleashed on Eira chipped away at her spirit.

"I don't want to kill you!" she cried out, dodging another volley of red chains. "Fight it, Eira. Please."

But Eira didn't flinch. Her voice was laced with bitterness. "Then you'll die. Weakness has no place where I'm going."

She hurled a red spear, impaling Selene through the side. The sky screamed as Selene fell, crashing through the ground in a burst of radiant dust.

Cain saw it.

His heart froze.

"Selene!" he roared, racing through enemies, shoving aside anything in his way. He dropped to her side, pulling her into his arms. Blood soaked her side, but her eyes fluttered open.

"I'm fine," she whispered, wincing.

"You're not," he muttered, tearing cloth from his shirt to slow the bleeding. "Stay still."

Selene looked at him, a soft smile playing at her lips even through the pain. "You came back."

"I always will."

He touched his forehead to hers briefly, the world around them fading. But only for a moment—because Eira was descending, her body floating gently to the ground, her corrupted aura flaring like wildfire.

"It's touching," she said, voice dripping with venom. "How love can make even the strong... pathetic."

Cain rose slowly, fire forming in his palms again. His expression was deathly calm.

"You don't get to take her from me."

Eira lifted a hand—but a bolt of energy slammed into her side before she could strike. She staggered, turning just in time to see Leo and Eren charging.

"Back off our sister," Leo growled.

Eren's eyes glowed silver. "We're done playing nice."

They hit her in tandem—Eren lifting her with gravity, Leo chaining her down with lightning. Cain threw a massive flame vortex at her, sealing her within a sphere of crackling energy. For a moment... it worked.

Eira screamed—a sound that made the world shudder.

But then... the Rift answered.

Tendrils of red energy burst from the sky, piercing the containment sphere, fusing with her. Her eyes went fully black. A second pair of arms sprouted from her back, and her voice deepened into a chorus.

"I AM THE RIFT."

The sky split in two.

Wind roared across the battlefield. Some soldiers dropped to their knees, others turned and ran. Even the siblings faltered, the pressure unbearable.

Cain dropped to one knee, clutching his chest.

"She's—too strong," Eren choked out.

But then... a whisper cut through the chaos.

"Don't give up."

Selene. She was back on her feet, glowing again—not with fury this time, but something gentler. Steadier.

"I understand now," she murmured, walking toward Eira with her hands raised. "She doesn't need to be defeated. She needs to remember."

Cain stared. "What are you doing?"

"Trust me."

Selene stepped closer, even as Eira's new form lashed out with energy. But none of it touched her. The magic parted for her like waves before the moon.

"Eira," Selene whispered. "I'm sorry."

The Riftborn hesitated. Just slightly.

"We left you. We were blind. But I remember you now. I remember your laugh, your quiet strength, your fear. And I will not let you carry this alone."

She touched Eira's forehead.

There was a scream—a blast of white light—and then silence.

The Rift shrieked and began to retract like a dying beast. The sky knit itself slowly. The red began to fade.

Eira collapsed into Selene's arms, unconscious—but human again. Her skin was warm. Her breathing steady.

Cain, Leo, and Eren stood frozen.

It was over.

They had won.

That night, the stars returned.

The Rift had sealed, though the land would bear scars for generations. The corrupted woods turned back to ash. Villages began to rebuild. And in the palace... a moment of peace finally bloomed.

Selene sat beside Eira, who rested in bed, still recovering.

Cain approached quietly. "She'll wake soon."

Selene nodded. "And when she does, she'll remember who she is."

Cain knelt before her, taking her hand.

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"You did it."

"No," Selene said, smiling. "We did."

From outside, laughter echoed—Leo and Eren playfully arguing over who was the MVP of the battle, their mother chuckling behind them. King Darius stood a bit farther, silent but watchful, a soft regret in his eyes—but a quiet pride, too.

For the first time in a long time... they were a family.

And tomorrow, they'd begin to rebuild a kingdom.