The Devil's Bride
By Rapwizzy Debaron
Episode 95: The Chains of the Forgotten
The winds over the battlefield whispered the names of the fallen. Ashes danced in the air like cursed snow, falling gently upon armor, bone, and blade. The First Flame had recoiled into the rift it tore, but its influence still lingered—infecting time, thought, and memory.
Lucian stood over a scorched hill, his obsidian blade reforged by Seraphina's light and Gabriel's trumpet. Around him, warriors gathered—tired but not broken. Seraphina knelt beside a wounded Moon Priest, her hands glowing with a soft radiance as she whispered healing verses.
A shadow loomed behind them.
It was not the Flame.
It was older.
The sky cracked open like fragile glass, and from it descended a procession of chained beings. They were wrapped in rusted links, eyes hollow, but presence undeniable—the Forgotten. The ancient prisoners of the Realm Before Realms.
Gabriel drew his sword. "They shouldn't be free."
"They're not," said the Last Seraphic Witch, stepping forward. Her voice shook. "They are still bound—but they are being pulled."
Seraphina looked up. "By what?"
"By who," the Witch corrected. "A being beyond even the First Flame. One long erased by both Heaven and Hell."
The chains began to slither like serpents, dragging their prisoners forward. One stopped, raising its chained hand toward Lucian.
"You opened the Throne," it rasped. "You tore the balance. Now He stirs."
Lucian frowned. "Who?"
"The One Below Names. The Chainfather."
The name struck like a thunderclap.
Even Gabriel took a step back. "That name was erased from the Scrolls. He was sealed beneath the Abyss—before time even breathed."
"And now he wakes," said the chained spirit. "Because you dared to choose love over power."
Lucian's eyes darkened. "I'll make that choice again. A thousand times."
Seraphina joined him, her wings blazing with silver fire. "Let him come."
The Witch shook her head. "You don't understand. The First Flame burns. The Chainfather binds. Even your love can be caged."
A low rumble echoed beneath them.
Not from the heavens.
From the roots of reality itself.
Suddenly, the ground split, revealing a staircase made of bone and iron descending into blackness. The chained prisoners wept in unison.
"He calls us home," they moaned.
Lucian turned to the others. "This war isn't over. It's only changed shape."
Seraphina nodded. "Then we change with it."
And so, with broken armor and burning hearts, they descended.
Into the Cage Below Creation.
Into the realm of the Chainfather.
To be continued…
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