Sons of a devil-Chapter 84: The quiet between the storms

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Chapter 84 - The quiet between the storms

The sun was setting over the hills, dyeing the sky in streaks of orange, gold, and soft lavender. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was no threat waiting in the shadows, no echo of battle in the wind. Just the sound of laughter and the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze.

They had taken refuge in a forgotten part of the forest, where magic still lingered in the roots and the air tasted of peace. Here, for just a moment, they could breathe.

Cain sat by the riverbank, legs stretched out, sleeves rolled up, eyes half-lidded as he watched the water flow lazily past. Selene joined him quietly, holding two mugs of warm tea she'd made from herbs they'd gathered earlier. She handed him one and sat down beside him, knees brushing.

He looked at her with a tired smile. "You always bring tea like it'll fix everything."

She leaned her head on his shoulder, sipping. "Doesn't it?"

Cain chuckled, soft and low. "Maybe. Or maybe it's just you."

Selene tilted her face up to him, their eyes locking. For once, there was no fear, no darkness waiting at the edges. Just them.

"You scared me," Cain said quietly. "When you collapsed back there. I thought—" He couldn't finish it.

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Selene placed a hand over his. "But I'm here. I'm okay. We both are."

"You keep doing that," he murmured. "Giving too much of yourself."

"And you keep thinking I can't handle it," she replied with a teasing smirk. "But I can. Because I have you."

Cain kissed the top of her head, lingering. "Then stay with me. When this is over... if we survive it, just stay."

Selene turned toward him fully, setting her tea down. "You're not getting rid of me that easily, Cain."

Their lips met in a kiss that was soft, slow, and full of every unspoken promise. When they pulled apart, they simply leaned into each other, letting silence say the rest.

Meanwhile, not far off, Leo and Eren were sitting on a log, arguing over who had the better power.

"I can manipulate electricity," Leo said, puffing his chest. "Like—actual lightning. You just play with shadows."

"Play?" Eren raised an eyebrow. "You mean 'command.' And you fry your own hair every time you get mad."

They were interrupted by a giggle from the girl who now sat between them — their newly discovered half-sister, Amara.

"You both sound like children," she said, tossing a pinecone at them. "Eren, you brood too much. Leo, you talk too much."

"She's definitely related to us," Leo muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

They ended up chasing each other through the clearing, tossing sticks and pinecones, collapsing in a pile of limbs and laughter. For the first time, they looked like kids — just siblings figuring each other out.

A few feet back, their mother stood leaning against a tree, her lips curled into a soft smile. She hadn't seen them this free in years. Her hands, always tense, were finally relaxed. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the peace, holding on to it as long as she could.

Far beyond the trees, in the shadows of the hills, a figure stood silently. Cloaked in black, face unreadable. The Devil — their father.

He watched them from afar, unseen, his heart a knot of emotions he didn't understand. Regret tugged at him like a chain. He had power, dominion — but he had no place in their world anymore. He saw his children laugh, grow, love. And he knew he had lost something he would never get back.

Still, he watched.

Because that was all he had left.