Sons of a devil-Chapter 70: Ashes and echoes

"The same people who feared you," Aelira answered, eyes flicking to Selene. "Feared what you could become."

Leo stood. "So what now? We wait for him to find us?"

"No," Cain said firmly. "We go to him."

Eren raised a brow. "We do?"

"Yes," Cain continued. "Because the longer we hide, the more he'll take. Innocent people. Villages. Maybe even cities. He's not playing games."

Selene stepped forward. "Then we train. Harder than ever. We don't go to war unprepared."

Cain looked at her, admiration in his eyes. "Agreed."

Back at the safehouse, the air was charged. Not with fear—but resolve. Leo paced outside the training hall, tossing a dagger between his fingers. Inside, Cain sparred with Selene, slower this time, more calculated. They weren't just practicing—they were syncing.

Eren, surprisingly, had taken to reading. Magic books sprawled across the table, his fingers tracing symbols and words written in blood ink. He had begun to understand fire in a way that wasn't about destruction, but balance.

"Do you think we can really face him?" Selene asked, breaking the rhythm for a moment.

Cain tilted his head. "You don't believe we can?"

She sighed, wiping her forehead. "I believe in us. But him? He's something else."

Cain reached for her hand, interlacing their fingers. "Then we remind him what we are."

That night, under a blood-tinted moon, Aelira gathered them.

"There's more," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "He's not just waking. He's calling."

They looked at her, unsure.

"Calling who?" Leo asked.

"Your siblings."

The silence was sharp.

"Our what?"

"You three weren't the only ones," Aelira said, pulling an ancient scroll from beneath her cloak. "There were others. Hidden. Separated. The plan was always for him to awaken... and gather his bloodline."

Cain's fists clenched. "We were never enough for him."

"You were never meant to survive him," Aelira corrected gently.

Selene felt something twist inside her. "So what happens when he finds the others?"

"He becomes whole," Eren said darkly. "And then he tears the world apart."

Cain stepped forward. "Then we stop him before he gets the chance."

The next morning was colder. Maybe it was the season shifting, or maybe it was the knowledge that the world was.

Selene found Cain outside alone, shirtless, standing beneath the waterfall. The water crashed against him, but he didn't flinch. His body was covered in bruises, scars both new and old. She walked closer, quiet.

"You always punish yourself when you're scared," she said gently.

He looked over his shoulder. "Keeps me grounded."

She stepped under the water, clothes and all, walking straight into him. "You don't need to carry this alone."

He held her close. "But what if I'm the reason it all ends?"

"Then let me be the reason you don't break."

He looked at her then, really looked. And in her eyes, he didn't see fear. He saw fire. Love. Strength.

They kissed under the waterfall, a quiet promise in a world that no longer made them any.

That evening, as the stars blinked awake, the group gathered in the war room. Maps spread. Points marked. Destinations whispered.

It was time.

The hunt would begin.

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Not just for survival, but for salvation.

And the sons of the devil would walk willingly into the storm—because it was the only way to stop the darkness from swallowing everything they loved.