The Devil's Betrothed-Chapter 808: Hellfire Back To It’s Owner

The entire throne hall stirred with unrest. The deities began to murmur, then plead with rising panic.

"Sovereign, we can’t let that happen."

"The Deity of Fire had once sworn to destroy the Heaven Realm. If she gets the hellfire back, she’ll take her revenge!"

"Sovereign, we request you—do not let it happen!"

"Back then, we isolated the hellfire from her with the help of the Lord of Darkness and sealed it underground. We should do the same again."

"We cannot risk the safety of all three realms."

"Yes, my Sovereign. This time, the Heaven Realm must ensure no one can steal it—or covet it again."

Sierra had stolen it to save her daughter, while Isis had been coveting it all along.

Grianor looked at the gathered deities, his cold gaze sweeping across them as though each one stood guilty—irresponsible and selfish.

"It was an oath taken by the powerful deity herself," his voice echoed through the throne hall, calm but thunderous. "Do you believe that oath will remain unclaimed forever?

"It was all of us who caused her harm—who hurt her. If not today, then one day, she will fulfill that revenge. And you all know it.

"We should stop hiding behind the excuse of protecting the three realms. If they are meant to perish, then so be it. We cannot live in constant fear.

"Let’s put an end to it. These realms were formed once—if needed, the universe will create them again.

"And what are you all afraid of? Death? One day, all of us must cease to exist and return to the realm of nothingness. So why cling so desperately to your own lives?

"We must stop being selfish and stop protecting ourselves under the guise of protecting the realms."

The entire throne hall fell into heavy silence.

Because every word he spoke was truth.

They all knew it. A power like the Deity of Fire could not be suppressed forever. If they stopped her today, she would return tomorrow—with greater wrath.

"Our existence has a purpose—to live for others, not ourselves," Grianor said once more. "As the ruler of the Heaven Realm, today I declare to hand over the hellfire to its true owner—the Deity of Fire."

No one dared argue.

All of them, whether willing or unwilling, accepted it in silence.

Grianor turned to Draven. "I do believe you agree with me, God of War."

Draven offered an approving nod, then turned to Ember in Morpheus’ arms. He gently caressed her head and said, "Ember, you heard it right. This pain will stop once you reunite with the hellfire."

She barely opened her eyes and looked at him, her voice weak and trembling.

"I won’t be able to handle it... it’s too powerful... what if..."

"You can handle it," he assured her. "You’re strong, and unlike in the past, you have two powerful mates bound to your core. We’ll help you balance it.

"In the past, you were alone. But now, you have me and Morpheus. Both of our bonds with you will keep your core stable and won’t let the hellfire overpower you.

"But at the same time, you have to remain sane—and stop it from taking your mind. And I know you can do it."

She hummed lightly and turned to look at Morpheus.

He offered her a gentle smile. "The Ember we know—she’s strong and born to rule the hellfire, not the other way around. We believe in you. Only you can handle it and protect the three realms.

"You have to—because we can’t let it destroy our home. The home we’ve built for our future, for our happy family. I certainly won’t like to see our nest being destroyed. It was made the way you liked it and you are yet to spend enough time there."

"I... I will try...," she said, still uncertain, yet determined.

Morpheus slowly let her stand on the floor. Though her body was weak, she managed to remain standing and looked toward the hellfire ahead—floating high in the sky, still surrounded by darkness that kept it barely restrained.

Drayvor, fully aware of what was happening, turned to them and said, "You two—step aside."

Not just the two of them, but everyone within close proximity moved away, clearing the space.

Ember stood alone now, in the center of the throne hall.

But she couldn’t stand for long. Her knees gave way, and she collapsed onto them, breath shaky, her skin pale, and a thin layer of sweat covering her entire body.

The pain in her heart grew unbearable—craving the hellfire, calling it back to her.

Drayvor looked at Oriana. "You can let go now."

Oriana pulled her power back, allowing Drayvor to take full control. Slowly, the hellfire floated toward Ember.

She raised her head and looked at it. Her green irises glowed like fireflies as she watched the hellfire approach. Her body, mind, and heart began to feel at peace—like a person dying of thirst in a vast desert suddenly finding a water source.

And this time, it wasn’t a mirage. It was real.

The hellfire began to shrink in appearance as it neared her, but the air around grew dark and heavy—so dense that everyone could feel the pressure sink into their bones.

Then, in a single moment—like a flash—the hellfire was pulled into Ember’s body and disappeared, as if it had never existed.

Suddenly, a deadly silence swept through the throne hall.

It was as if time itself had stopped.

Everything stilled. No wind. No movement. No trace of the heavy, dark energy.

Everyone looked at Ember. She had her head lowered, her eyes closed, surrounded by a dangerous silence.

The only sound the anxious deities could hear was their own heartbeats.

While others looked at her with worry—uncertain of what was happening inside Ember’s body, and whether she would control the hellfire... or if it would control her.

Nothing happened for several long moments.

Draven and Morpheus exchanged concerned glances and began to move toward her—but...

A dangerous, destructive aura suddenly erupted from Ember’s body, pushing all of them back from where they were standing.

Even the powerful Devil wasn’t spared by that push and he stepped back.

Flames exploded around Embers in a wild surge of power.

In the blink of an eye, a massive ball of fire shot up toward the sky at an unimaginable speed—

And Ember was no longer in her place.