《《《CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR》》》
The tension in the throne room thickened as Devina exchanged glances with Lucifer, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Seems like your little girl is here to get you,” she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Lucifer’s response was laced with venom as he retorted, “She is not so little anymore,” his words carrying a weight of bitter resentment.
Before their conversation could escalate further, the door was ripped from its hinges, sending it crashing to the ground with a deafening roar. Devina’s attention snapped towards the entrance, where Deva stood, a determined expression etched upon her features.
Tension crackled in the air as Devalina locked eyes with Deva standing at the entrance, a simmering fury emanating from her gaze. With a sinister smile, Devina greeted her daughter,
“Oh, see who we have here.”
Deva approached cautiously, her expression resolute yet wary.
As the confrontation escalated, Deva’s voice sliced through the air like a blade, her deadly glare fixed upon her mother.
“You call yourself a mother?” she demanded, her words dripping with disdain.
Devina’s response was sharp and cutting, her tone laced with bitterness. “Of course, and I remember I had a daughter that loved me,” she spat back, her contempt palpable.
“Loved you? Like you loved me? Wow, Mother, you need a round of applause,” Deva retorted, her sarcasm punctuated by a roll of her eyes.
The accusation hung heavy in the air as Devina’s expression darkened. “You took my father and my husband away from me,” she accused, her voice tinged with anguish.
“Me? It was because of your selfishness! You caused all this. If not for your love for power, maybe you would have more kids rather than killing my father and grandfather for just one. Now tell me, Devina,” Deva’s words cut like knives, her tone icy with resolve.
Devina recoiled at the mention of her name, her shock evident.
“You don’t need to be shocked. You should never have the chance of someone calling you a mother. You don’t deserve that sentiment,” Deva continued, her voice firm and unwavering.
“d@mn you, care only for your selfish self,” Deva spat, her anger boiling over.
“Shut your mouth,” she commanded, her voice seething with rage.
“Or what?” Deva challenged, closing the distance between them with determined strides.
Without a word, the two women unleashed their formidable powers, dark magic swirling around them like a malevolent storm. Despite Deva’s intentions for good, she met her mother’s onslaught with skillful precision.
Their battle raged on, each exchange of blows echoing through the vast expanse of the throne room. Deva fought valiantly, but Devina’s dark magic proved overwhelming. Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, Devina rose from the ground with a chilling laughter, her form enveloped in an ominous aura.
Before Deva could react, both women ascended into the sky, their conflict taking to the heavens. The throne room, now a distant speck below them, faded into the background as they clashed amidst the clouds. Their powers clashed in a dazzling display of light and shadow, painting the sky with their tumultuous battle.
In the dimly lit throne room, the clash of magic between Devina and Deva was a spectacle to behold. Arcane energies crackled and surged as their powers collided, each spell casting shadows that danced across the walls. With each maneuver, the air vibrated with the intensity of their confrontation.
As their dark magic intertwined, a whirlwind of chaos erupted, swirling around them like a tempest of shadows. Deva fought with determination, her movements fluid and precise, while Devina’s attacks were relentless and unforgiving.
In a swift and calculated strike, Devina pierced Deva’s defenses, driving a blade deep into her abdomen. The blow sent shockwaves of pain through Deva’s body, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to remain standing.
At that pivotal moment, Lucifer, bound and restrained until now, unleashed a primal scream that reverberated through the chamber.
“HAAAAAAA!” he roared, his voice echoing with a raw power that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room.
“Devina will pay,” he declared, his words carrying a weight of ominous foreboding.
With a surge of otherworldly energy, Lucifer’s once-human form contorted and twisted, morphing into a monstrous visage of demonic fury.
With lightning speed, he raced to intercept Deva before she could plummet to the ground, his movements fueled by a primal instinct to protect her.
Deva, her eyes fluttering open, gazed up at Lucifer in confusion and disbelief. His once-familiar features now distorted into something grotesque and terrifying. She reached out to touch his face, her fingers trembling with uncertainty, before withdrawing in sudden realization.
While Deva struggled to catch her breath, Maze, rushed to Lucifer’s side.
“Go,” she urged him, her voice tinged with urgency.
“Fight Devina. I’ll take care of Deva.” With a nod of acknowledgment, Lucifer turned to face the looming threat, his demonic form radiating an aura of unbridled power and vengeance.
” She looked so shocked seeing your face like that” Devina said laughing so loud.
As Devina’s mocking laughter echoed through the throne room, Lucifer’s fury ignited like a raging inferno. Without hesitation, he surged forward, propelled by a primal instinct to protect Deva.
In a blur of motion, Lucifer closed the distance between them, his demonic form radiating a palpable aura of malevolence. Devina, sensing his approach, unleashed her powers, channeling them through Lucifer with devastating force.
With a deafening roar, Lucifer unleashed a torrent of dark energy, engulfing Devina in its sinister embrace. She screamed in agony as the power surged through her, wracking her body with searing pain.
Every blow from Lucifer’s demonic powers felt like a hammer against her flesh, each strike driving her further into the depths of despair. Devina’s strength waned with each passing moment, her resolve crumbling in the face of Lucifer’s relentless onslaught.
As the battle raged on, Devina’s vision blurred with tears of pain and frustration. She fought desperately to hold her ground, but against the overwhelming might of Lucifer’s demonic powers, she found herself hopelessly outmatched.
In a final, devastating blow, Lucifer unleashed all of his demonic fury upon Devina, shattering her defenses and leaving her broken and defeated. With a triumphant roar, Lucifer stood over his fallen adversary, his demonic powers pulsating with dark energy as he reveled in his victory.
Lucifer approached Devina, his gaze cold and unyielding as he surveyed her prone form on the floor. With a steely resolve, he spoke,
“That is for stabbing my wife.”
Devina’s lips curled into a defiant smile as she met his gaze.
“Even if you kill me now, Deva will still not like you because of your ugly face,” she taunted, her words dripping with venom.
Though Lucifer felt a pang of hurt at her words, he refused to let it sway him. Instead, he summoned all of his strength and resolve, channeling it into a swift and decisive strike.
With a precise motion, Lucifer unleashed a devastating blow, his hand glowing with a radiant energy as he delivered a powerful blow to Devina’s temple. The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through her body, and she crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
As Devina lay motionless at his feet, Lucifer spared her one final glance before turning away, his expression impassive. Though her words had stung, he knew that his priority was to protect his family at all costs becausehe has one now.
With a heavy heart, he left her unconscious form behind, knowing that the battle was far from over.
Lucifer hurried through the chaos of the throne room, his heart heavy with concern as he took in the sight of fallen bodies strewn across the floor. The aftermath of the battle weighed heavily on his shoulders as he pressed forward, his gaze searching for Maze amidst the turmoil.
As he moved through the carnage, he noticed a group of wizards engaged in combat with some demons, their eyes widening in reverence as they caught sight of him. Without hesitation, they bowed in deference, a silent acknowledgment of his authority.
Determined to find Maze, Lucifer pressed on, his mind racing with questions about the return of his powers. How had they been restored when the higher council had stripped them away?
The realization struck him like a bolt of lightning, and he immediately altered his appearance to a less menacing form. He couldn’t risk frightening Deva when she saw him again.
With a swift movement, he vanished from the throne room and reappeared at Maze’s side. His eyes fell upon the healers tending to Deva’s wounds, and he wasted no time in dismissing them, leaving only one to speak with him.
“Talk,” Lucifer murmured, his voice low and urgent.
” She was stabbed with a poisonous dagger”.
“This dagger has been in the family of Devona for centuries,” the healer explained, their voice tinged with a mixture of reverence and dread.
“It is wielded to eliminate any threat that dares to cross their path.”Lucifer’s jaw tightened at the revelation, his mind reeling with the implications of such a weapon in the hands of their own bloodline.
The thought of Deva falling victim to its venomous edge sent a chill down his spine, igniting a fierce determination within him to see her through this trial.
“I have been trying to extract the poison from her system,” the healer continued, their voice strained with the weight of their efforts.
“But it is proving to be a formidable adversary.”Despite the dire circvmstances, a glimmer of admiration shone in the healer’s eyes as they spoke of Deva’s resilience.
“She is truly strong,” they remarked, their tone tinged with awe.
“Most would have succvmbed to the poison by now.”Lucifer nodded in silent agreement, his heart heavy with the knowledge of his Deva’s suffering. He could feel the echoes of her pain reverberating through his own veins, a visceral reminder of the bond they shared.
As he approached Deva’s bedside, Lucifer’s hand trembled slightly as he brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss against her skin, his lips conveying a silent promise of hope and healing.
“You will be well soon, my dear,” he whispered, his voice filled with unwavering determination. “Trust me.”
To be continued…..
