Sons of a devil-Chapter 91: The devil’s wrath

With a snap of his fingers, the earth beneath them cracked open, and tendrils of dark energy lashed out, aiming to tear them apart.

Cain reacted instantly, summoning his own power. The air shimmered with the force of his magic, and he deflected the attack, sending the tendrils spiraling into the air. Leo and Eren joined him, their powers combining, sending shockwaves through the ground as they countered their father's assault.

But the Devil was relentless. His power surged, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You think you can stand against me? I am your father. Your creator."

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Eira, still weak and struggling to find her strength, whispered, "I don't want this anymore."

Selene's gaze softened, her heart aching for her. "You don't have to do this, Eira. You don't have to fight us."

But Eira's face twisted in pain. "I have no choice."

The Devil's laughter grew louder, and with a wave of his hand, he sent a wave of dark energy crashing toward them. It was so powerful that the very air seemed to freeze, and the trees around them were ripped from the ground.

Cain stood firm, his hand extended toward the blast, but his body trembled under the weight of the energy. He gritted his teeth, pushing back with everything he had.

Suddenly, Eira's voice pierced through the chaos. "No!"

With a scream, she threw herself in front of them, her body crackling with energy as she absorbed the blast intended for them. The force of it sent her flying backward, crashing to the ground, her body convulsing in pain.

"Eira!" Cain shouted, rushing to her side.

Selene followed, her heart breaking at the sight of her sister. Eira's eyes fluttered open, but she was barely conscious, her energy depleted.

"I'm sorry," Eira whispered weakly, her voice strained. "I didn't want to hurt you. I just... I didn't know how to stop."

Cain cupped her face gently, his voice full of anguish. "You don't have to stop. We're here. We'll protect you."

The Devil's fury was palpable as he watched his daughter, now broken and weak in their arms. "Enough of this," he snarled. "You all will bow to me."

But before he could strike, a new force entered the scene.

A glowing figure appeared in the distance—Neriah, their mother. Her eyes were filled with sorrow, but also an unyielding strength. She stepped forward, her hands raised in a peaceful gesture.

"You will not have them," Neriah said, her voice calm but filled with authority.

The Devil froze, his eyes narrowing. "You? You have no power over me."

"I have enough to protect my children," she replied. "And I will not let you take them."

With a flash of light, Neriah summoned a shield of pure energy, blocking the Devil's path. For a moment, it seemed as though the battle was at a standstill.

Cain looked at his mother, his heart filled with conflicting emotions. He had always hated her for abandoning them, for leaving them to face the Devil's wrath alone. But in that moment, he saw something else—something softer, something that told him she had always loved them, even if it had been buried beneath the weight of her own choices.

Selene squeezed his hand, her presence grounding him. "We're in this together," she whispered.

Eira stirred in Cain's arms, her voice barely audible. "Don't let him win. You have to be stronger than him. You always were."

Cain nodded, his gaze hardening. "We will be."

With that, the battle for their freedom began again, fiercer than ever.

The scene before them felt like a nightmare, a surreal storm of dark energy and raw power. The air was thick with tension, as the Devil stood before them, a cold, menacing figure, his eyes burning with hatred. He was their father, the source of their bloodline, but also the force they had fought their entire lives to escape. He was relentless, and he was ready to destroy everything they had built.

Eira lay in Cain's arms, weakened and broken by the attack she had taken for them, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of the blast. Cain's heart ached at the sight, but his anger flared hotter than ever before. How could this man, this creature of darkness, do this to his own children?

Neriah, their mother, stood firm between them and the Devil, her eyes glowing with an ethereal light. There was no fear in her gaze, just a quiet strength that somehow comforted Cain in the face of their father's wrath.

But even Neriah, powerful as she was, couldn't stop the overwhelming presence of the Devil. His dark energy swirled around them like a storm, as though he was trying to suffocate the very air they breathed.

"You're a fool, Neriah," the Devil sneered. "You think you can protect them? You think you can shield them from me? I am their father, their creator. They belong to me."

Cain stepped forward, positioning himself between the Devil and his family. His fists clenched, the burning fury inside him threatening to consume him whole. "They belong to no one but themselves. You lost the right to claim them the moment you abandoned us."

The Devil's lips curled into a cruel smile. "You think you know what's best for them? You think you can defy me? I'll show you the consequences of your defiance."

With a flick of his wrist, the ground beneath them cracked open, sending jagged rocks soaring through the air. The dark energy from the Devil's power filled the space, and the sky above them seemed to darken, turning a deep, foreboding shade of crimson.

But Cain wasn't afraid. He wasn't backing down this time. He felt the surge of his own power, the raw energy of his heritage. It was as if his very soul was igniting, ready to burn everything in its path.

"Enough!" Cain's voice rang out, cutting through the chaos. "You don't control us anymore."

The Devil's eyes narrowed, and his lips twisted into a snarl. "You think you can stop me? You're just a boy. You're nothing compared to what I am."

"Then come at me," Cain challenged, his eyes cold and filled with defiance. He raised his hand, and the power within him surged outward, crackling like a storm. A wave of energy shot from his palm, slamming into the Devil's dark magic and sending shockwaves through the ground.

The two forces collided, a violent clash of light and darkness, shaking the very earth beneath their feet. The air was thick with the sound of their powers battling, a symphony of destruction.

Selene, standing beside Cain, held her ground. She could feel the power flowing through her, the raw magic coursing through her veins. She wasn't just a bystander in this fight. She had her own role to play.

She reached out, her hands glowing with a soft, golden light. Her magic was a contrast to the Devil's dark energy—warm, nurturing, and pure. She focused, and a protective barrier surrounded Cain, blocking a series of brutal energy blasts sent from the Devil.

Cain glanced at her, his gaze softening. "Stay with me," he said, his voice low but filled with resolve.

Selene nodded, her expression determined. "Always."

Together, they focused their combined energy, pushing against the Devil's darkness with everything they had. The battle was intense, each side relentlessly attacking, neither willing to give an inch.

Meanwhile, Leo and Eren stood back, their eyes watching their siblings and mother with a mix of awe and concern. They were aware that their father's power was immense, but they couldn't allow themselves to hesitate.

"Let's finish this," Leo said, his voice steady as he joined the fight.

Eren nodded, his hands crackling with energy. "Together."

The brothers extended their powers, each unleashing waves of energy that collided with the Devil's dark aura. The ground split beneath their feet, and the sky above them thundered with the force of their powers.

But the Devil wasn't backing down. He roared in fury, his hands extending as he called upon the full strength of his demonic magic. The air grew thick with smoke and ash as he summoned the darkest energy yet—a swirling vortex of chaos that threatened to engulf everything in its path.

Cain's heart pounded in his chest. He could feel the strain of the battle, the toll it was taking on him and his family. But he wasn't about to stop. Not now. Not after everything they had been through.

With a final, determined shout, Cain unleashed all of his power. It surged through him like a tidal wave, a crackling storm of energy that enveloped him entirely. The ground beneath him split open, and the very air vibrated with the intensity of his magic.

The Devil's smirk faltered for a moment, and in that instant, Cain struck. He summoned the full force of his powers, sending a blinding bolt of light directly at his father.

The Devil screamed in rage as the light collided with his dark form. The impact was deafening, the force of the explosion sending shockwaves through the air. The Devil staggered back, his body flickering with dark energy as he struggled to maintain his form.

"You... insolent..." the Devil hissed, but his voice was weak now, faltering.

Cain stood tall, his breath ragged, but his heart unwavering. "This ends now, Father."

The Devil's form began to disintegrate, his dark magic unraveling before them. With one final, agonizing scream, he was consumed by the light, vanishing into nothingness.

Silence fell over the battlefield, the air still and heavy with the aftermath of the battle. Cain collapsed to his knees, his energy drained, but his heart was filled with relief. They had done it. They had defeated their father.

Eira, still weak but slowly recovering, slowly walked over to him, her face a mixture of exhaustion and relief. She knelt beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder. "You did it," she whispered, her voice full of gratitude.

Cain looked up at her, his face softening. "We did it. Together."

Selene stepped forward, her eyes meeting his with love and understanding. She knelt beside him, taking his hand in hers. "We're finally free."

As the battle ended, Neriah stepped forward, her gaze softening as she looked at her children. Her face was filled with pride and sorrow, knowing the cost of their victory. But at that moment, they had triumphed, and the future was theirs to create.

And far in the distance, their father, the Devil, was no more—his legacy broken, his reign of terror finally ended.

For the first time in their lives, they were free.