Sons of a devil-Chapter 114: Echoes of tomorrow

"They're brave. But they're still our babies."

A knock echoed at the door.

"Your Highness," Zara called from behind. "The council has gathered in the main hall. The festival is ready to begin."

Selene nodded, brushing her gown as Cain opened the door. "Thank you, Zara. We'll be down shortly."

Zara beamed, holding a squirming toddler—her and Leo's daughter, Lyra. The little girl had a head full of dark curls and bright green eyes, her laughter a melody. Leo entered behind her, already wrangling with Caelan and Azrael Jr., pretending to be a wild beast.

"Uncle Leo! I got you!" Caelan shouted, leaping on his back with shadowy claws extended.

"Help! I'm being attacked by mini-monsters!" Leo cried dramatically, toppling over into the grass.

"Alright, alright," Cain called. "You three better be clean and dressed in twenty minutes. It's festival day."

Azrael Jr. groaned. "But Dad—"

"No buts."

Selene turned to her sons. "You represent the future. You get to be princes of power and mischief. Now go."

Grumbling and giggling, the twins darted off.

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The main square of Valemir buzzed with celebration. Flags of moonlight blue and royal gold waved proudly in the breeze. Food stalls, magic shows, and dance circles filled the grounds. The Spring Festival—once a tradition lost during the war—had returned stronger than ever.

King Azrael stood beside Queen Isolde on the grand stage, hands clasped. Though his hair had grayed and his movements slowed, his presence was stronger than ever. Isolde, regal and warm, greeted villagers with grace, her eyes ever watchful of her growing family.

Eira and Eren walked together hand in hand, their twin children—small, playful boys named Arlen and Cedric—chasing butterflies made of light that Selene conjured.

"You think they'll become warriors like us?" Eren asked with a grin.

Eira rolled her eyes. "They better become librarians or poets. I've seen enough blood for a thousand lifetimes."

"But they're ours," Eren said, squeezing her hand. "Whatever they become, they'll change the world."

Music swelled from the center of the square as Cain took the stage, pulling Selene up beside him.

"People of Valemir," he said, his voice carrying like a drumbeat of hope. "Today we do not speak of thrones or crowns. We celebrate you—the soul of this kingdom. We honor peace. We honor family."

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Selene stepped forward, her smile radiant. "And today, we celebrate legacy. For the future is not written in prophecy—it is written by love."

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Behind them, Azrael Jr. and Caelan took center stage, each summoning a gentle wave of their unique power—flames danced in the sky while shadows formed a phoenix, wings spread wide.

Their grandfather watched in awe, eyes glistening. "They've already surpassed me."

"No," Isolde whispered beside him, "they've fulfilled you."

As dusk fell, lanterns floated into the air, carrying wishes and memories. Children danced, lovers swayed, and peace sang across the kingdom.

Selene and Cain, hand in hand, watched their sons chase stars beneath the moonlight.

"There's still more to come," Cain whispered.

Selene nodded. "But tonight... we just breathe."