Sons of a devil-Chapter 117: The return of storm

It had just changed hands—from a kingdom mourning its loss to children carving vengeance with their bare hands.

And this time, there would be no mercy.

The moment the palace gates opened, the air shifted.

Azrael Jr., Caelan, and little Rina stepped through—dusty, blood-splattered, and silent. The soldiers bowed in reverence and fear. Their presence radiated power, unmatched and untamed. The enemies had fled, but something darker had awakened in the children.

From the grand hall, Cain and Selene came running. The sight of their sons, hardened and bruised but alive, made Selene's knees buckle. Cain caught her, his own eyes burning with unshed tears.

"My sons—" Selene breathed, rushing forward. She pulled Caelan into her arms, kissing his forehead over and over. "You're home."

Cain reached Azrael Jr., placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "You led them, didn't you?"

Azrael Jr. didn't speak. He only nodded once, solemnly.

Behind them, Leo burst in from the side corridor, panic giving way to overwhelming relief. "Rina!"

The five-year-old, her little hands still tinged with soot and flickering embers, turned at the sound of her father's voice. Her eyes welled up and she ran.

"Papa!"

Leo swept her up into his arms, spinning her around, tears rolling down his cheeks. "You're safe. You're safe." Zara ran to them, collapsing beside Leo and cradling her daughter in disbelief.

"You burned a whole front line," Leo whispered, a mix of pride and heartbreak in his voice.

"I had to," Rina said softly, her flames dimming. "They were going to hurt Azrael and Caelan."

Cain looked over, realization dawning. "She has the fire. Like your father , Leo."

"She's stronger," Zara said, voice tight. "And she's only five."

Eira and Eren came down the stairway, halting in their tracks at the sight of the children. Eira approached slowly, eyes on Azrael Jr. and Caelan.

"You shouldn't have been out there," she said, voice shaking. "You're children."

"We're heirs," Azrael Jr. replied coolly. "And we're tired of losing."

Eren crouched beside Caelan, inspecting a cut on his cheek. "You're too young to be bleeding for revenge."

Caelan gave a tired smile. "We made them run."

"And what happens when they come back?" Eren asked quietly.

"We'll be waiting," Rina answered. Everyone turned to her—small, fierce, wrapped in her father's arms. "They can try, but we'll burn them again."

Selene looked at the three of them—her sons and her niece—realizing that the future of their kingdom stood in their fire and fury.

"You are all so brave," she said. "But you don't carry this alone."

Cain stepped forward and knelt before them. "You did what even grown soldiers couldn't. But it's our turn now—to protect you, and to fight beside you."

Leo held Rina tighter, whispering to her. "No more battles without me, okay?"

"But I want to help," she pouted.

"And you will," Zara said gently. "But with us. As a family."

For the first time in days, warmth filled the palace. Hugs were exchanged, tears fell freely, and silence softened the rage burning in their hearts.

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Outside the palace, the enemies regrouped.

Inside, the family—scarred, broken, but unyielding—stood tall. A storm was coming again. But this time, the kingdom was ready.

Because the fire that ran through their bloodline wasn't just about war—it was love, legacy, and vengeance intertwined.