Charlene buried her face in her dad’s shoulder, sobbing. Her body shook with the weight of her grief. Seth held her, torn between his need to comfort her and the ache he carried for the woman lying still before them.He knew why she was like this. He knew what she had done.She had sacrificed herself… for his love."Dad..." Charlene’s voice cracked. "Will she ever wake up?" She sniffled. "It’s been two days now."Her eyes were swollen, skin raw from crying. She looked so young in that moment, so helpless.The First Spear—her grandmother, Destiny—had exhausted nearly all of her energy fighting back the hordes of demons. She had pushed her limits far beyond what was safe for her kind. And now… she hovered between form and spirit, barely holding herself together.She had something to say—something important—but the words were lost to her failing strength. Even keeping her current form was a burden too g
Ever since last night, Idris had a knot in his stomach he couldn’t untie. “For a human who’s just been in a demon domain,” he muttered under his breath, watching from the shadows of the corridor, “she doesn’t have a single scratch.” Don’t get him wrong—he was beyond relieved that they found Tamera. The woman meant a lot to this family. And he felt sick over what the First Spear had to give up to bring her back. If he could trade his right arm to heal her, he would do it in a heartbeat. But Tamera… something about her just didn’t sit right. The moment he hugged her, it was like holding a mannequin—stiff, unfamiliar. No warmth. No scent of lilac and sandalwood like before. Nobody else seemed to notice, too caught up in their emotions. Overjoyed she was alive, safe, returned to them. He didn’t want to kill the moment with his suspicions, but… He chewed his bottom lip. “How did she survive ou
Seth stood watching his wife. What is this woman doing? he thought. Tamera was scanning the monitor, flipping through recent relays, searching for maps, trying to figure out where they were. All she knew was that they were in a cave... and there was sand everywhere. “Darn it!” she hissed, throwing her hands up in frustration. “Where are we? There’s gotta be some kind of map, some kind of coordinates...” Seth cleared his throat. “Tamera, what are you doing?” “Trying to learn how to work the screen, darling,” she lied—boldly. And he knew it. “In the war room?” he asked with a smirk. “I can help you with anything you need.” “That’s okay.” She forced a brittle smile onto her face. “Why don’t we go into our room?” His voice dropped, low and coaxing. “There are screens in there... and we can have some alone time.”
They stood over the corpse.A tar-like substance oozed from the neck of the demon sprawled across the gym floor, thick and putrid.“Should we… bury it?” Charlene asked, her voice quiet, unsure.“I’m not sure,” Issa replied, covering his nose with his shirt. “It smells awful.”“Like death and sewage had a baby,” Idris muttered, pinching his nostrils shut. “What even is this thing?”“A demon,” Seth answered, his expression darkening.Charlene's eyes flicked to his. “How do you know?”“Because I could never sense anything from it,” Seth said, jaw clenched. “No emotions, no feelings, nothing. It never ate. It never even… slept.”“Dude!” Idris gaped. “Did that thing sleep in your bed? With you? Like… actually with you?”He leaned in, eyeing Seth like he smelled foul too.“And you didn’t know?” Idris grimaced. “Ew.”“Dude!” Seth barked. “Shut up!”He punched Idris in the s
Charlene ran full speed from the dunes into the mouth of the cave, sand clinging to her boots, heart thudding like a war drum in her chest. She didn’t stop until her legs gave out. She collapsed to her knees, panting heavily, struggling to form words. “Torrock… is… behind… the demon—Mom!” she gasped. Seth knelt beside her, concern darkening his eyes. He gently pulled out a chair. “Easy, Princess. Catch your breath. Start from the beginning.” Charlene nodded, breathing in shallow spurts as she steadied herself. “He’s building something. A new army. The woman who pretended to be Mom—she was just the start.” Seth’s brows tightened, but it was Argun who reacted first. Seth looked at him sharply. “Argun, we need you.” A shimmer lit the air and a portal opened. Argun stepped through, eyes scanning the room. “Yes?” Seth stepped forward. “Tell us what you know about demons—anything that
Haroon stumbled through the portal, dragging the swampy stench of failure behind him. Slapping thick gobs of mud off his uniform, he muttered, “The next time we meet, I swear—I’ll kill him.” His jaw clenched as he thought of Seth, besting him again. His boots squelched with every step, caked in muck from head to toe. He looked like a soldier who had crawled out of a grave. What excuse do I feed them this time? he wondered bitterly. What happened to my guard? As if summoned by his dread, a soldier approached briskly. “The Supreme Leader would like to speak to you, sir,” the guard said with a crisp salute. Haroon rolled his eyes. Torrock again. He hated what Torrock had done to him—used him, then tossed him aside like spoiled meat. He was promised a general’s seat. Instead, he got mockery and demotion. The bitterness showed in every line of his face. “Can’t it wait? I need to clean up,” Haroon gr
Destiny stepped out of the crater feeling better than she had in centuries. The scorched wind swirled around her, dancing over skin that pulsed with divinity. She knelt, fingers sifting through the hot desert sands. She knew them—each grain, each breath of wind, every living soul that walked this realm. And yet… something was wrong. A chill crept up her spine. Something cloaked its presence from her. She couldn't see it, couldn't trace it. She closed her eyes, reaching out with her mind's eye—searching the threads of every soul, every breath, every whisper. Nothing. Whatever it was… it was dark. And soulless. She turned her gaze toward the void and spoke, her voice laced with power. "You do not belong here." "You are not one of mine." "How did you come to be here?" A voice echoed back from the darkness, smooth and moc
Argun stood there, his eyes glowing faintly as he surveyed the damage the realm had endured over the past few hours. His gaze lingered over the fractured landscape, broken and scarred from an event that felt unnatural. A portal opened before him, revealing the vast, desolate dunes. A massive crater marred the ground. "This wasn’t a normal occurrence," he thought, his mind racing. "This was supernatural." With a heavy heart, Argun closed the portal and returned home, hoping, praying, that she had come back. He had rehearsed the words he would say to her a thousand times in his mind, imagined this moment over and over, each time more desperate. If he had just one more chance, he swore, he wouldn’t let it slip away. His failure to act before ate at him like a wound. The waiting was agony. He searched the realm with his mind, but there was no trace of her. "Come back to me, my Destiny," he whispered under his breath. She had be
Charlene stood in the shower, her voice echoing softly off the tiled walls as she sang a cheerful tune. The warm water cascaded over her, washing away the remnants of the day and invigorating her spirit. Today was special—her first date—and anticipation bubbled within her. "How long are you gonna be in there?" ReNew's voice called out, muffled through the door. "Just a little longer, washing my hair," Charlene replied, lathering shampoo into her curls. "Hold your horses!" "I have something for you. Hurry up, Char!" "Okay, out in a minute!" she promised, rinsing the suds away. As she reached for her towel, ReNew's voice came again, hesitant. "Would you mind if I didn't go with you? You know, two's company, three's a crowd." Charlene paused, considering. "It's up to you," she said thoughtfully. "I understand if you don't want to go." "Great, see you later. Bye!" ReNew's footsteps faded quickly. "Wait, where are you going?" Charlene called, peeking out with soap still in her eyes
Charlene groaned as she stirred, blinking blearily at the dimly lit ceiling. “What time is it?” she mumbled, sitting up. “The alarm never went off.”She rolled over and squinted at the monitor’s soft glow, but something else caught her attention first—her sleeve. She was wearing long-sleeved pajamas. Duckies. Bright yellow duckies.“What the... why am I in these?” She looked down at her body in disbelief. “I didn’t go to bed in pajamas... and definitely not these.” She threw back the covers and frantically peeked under the bed. “Where’s my uniform?!”Out of frustration, she shouted, “Dad!”Her memories were a blur. She hadn’t slept like that in... how long had it been? Days? Weeks?The scent hit her nose before her feet hit the floor.“Do I smell... pancakes?”She cautiously padded down the hallway and peeked around the corner. There in the kitchen, Seth stood at the stove, flipping pancakes like a professional short-order cook. Issa was beside him, laughing at something the twins had
Blood oozed from his mouth, thick and black, bubbling at the corners as it dripped to the floor of the containment cube. Asmodeus pressed his hands flat against the transparent walls, teeth bared in a crazed, furious grin. His body trembled from both pain and rage. There was no escaping this prison—unless he did the one thing that burned his pride.Submit.He was being forced to submit.Seth stepped away from the others and pulled Charlene aside. His face was serious but tinged with hope."Princess, please tell me you got the items he took from Torock. Please tell me we didn’t lose them."Charlene raised her eyebrows and gave him a smug little smirk. "Of course," she said sweetly. She reached into her coat and pulled out a soft satin bag, its drawstrings glowing faintly. She dangled it in front of his face with a victorious grin. "It was hanging from his belt. I summoned it just before the box closed."Seth exhaled in relief, eyes lighting up. He ruffled her hair with pride."That's m
Charlene, ReNew, and Ariel crept slowly down the corridor. Even with the light shield in hand, the darkness was so thick they could barely see more than a few feet ahead. Charlene’s breath hitched—tight and shallow. It had been years since she felt this kind of fear. The dark had a way of dragging out the deepest, buried terrors.ReNew glanced at her, alarmed. Charlene was showing signs of a panic attack.A high-pitched squeak broke the silence, and something skittered across Charlene’s feet."Was that a rat?" she gasped, stumbling back.Charlene's chest tightened."I don't know, Charlene—it’s too dark. Maybe a small cat?" ReNew offered.Charlene shot her a glare cold enough to shatter stone. "I’d slap you if I could see you better!"Still breathing hard, Charlene lifted the shield toward ReNew’s face. “Let me see you.”"I’m just trying to help you, Char!" ReNew said gently. "In through your nose, out through your mouth." She gave her a calm smile.We need to move quickly before she g
Just before the break of dawn, the alarm blared.Charlene shot up, startled. “What’s going on? I’m up!” she shouted, rubbing her eyes. She was already fully dressed, only needing to slip on her shoes. She blinked. “Speed.”Three seconds later, she was in the war room.Argun’s eyes glowed as he pointed to the screen. “There is unusual movement below the Great Hall.”“There,” he said, highlighting a darkened corridor.“Why are the bodies blue?” Seth asked, frowning.“There’s no life in them,” Argun muttered. “They’re dead… but they’re moving. Soldiers from the swamp. That’s where they were stored.”Charlene’s heart dropped. “Dad.”“The good news is there are only about twenty of them,” Argun continued. “The bad news? The portal has been opened several times in the last few days.”“We’ve just now located them,” Destiny added. “But the energy is still low. These are lower-level demons. The Seven Lords haven’t been summoned yet. We may still have a chance.”Suddenly, Argun’s head snapped t
Everyone sat around the table in the war room. Destiny remained standing. With a single wave of her hand, her golden gown shimmered and transformed into a sleek, all-white leather outfit. Only then did she take her seat."Everyone," she said, scanning their faces. "I know I’m your Queen. I know you all respect me—thank you. Truly, thank you." Her tone softened, almost pleading. "But I need you to speak to me openly. I could just read your minds, but that’s not how we win this. We have to face what’s coming together. That means honesty. That means trust."She paused, letting the silence settle before adding, “If anyone doesn’t want to be here, you’re free to leave. No hard feelings. But if you stay, then let’s get down to business.”No one moved.Destiny tried to remain optimistic, but she could feel the anger simmering in the room. No one wanted to fight alongside Torock—not after everything. Truthfully, neither did she. Part of her wanted to stri
Argun stood there, his eyes glowing faintly as he surveyed the damage the realm had endured over the past few hours. His gaze lingered over the fractured landscape, broken and scarred from an event that felt unnatural. A portal opened before him, revealing the vast, desolate dunes. A massive crater marred the ground. "This wasn’t a normal occurrence," he thought, his mind racing. "This was supernatural." With a heavy heart, Argun closed the portal and returned home, hoping, praying, that she had come back. He had rehearsed the words he would say to her a thousand times in his mind, imagined this moment over and over, each time more desperate. If he had just one more chance, he swore, he wouldn’t let it slip away. His failure to act before ate at him like a wound. The waiting was agony. He searched the realm with his mind, but there was no trace of her. "Come back to me, my Destiny," he whispered under his breath. She had be
Destiny stepped out of the crater feeling better than she had in centuries. The scorched wind swirled around her, dancing over skin that pulsed with divinity. She knelt, fingers sifting through the hot desert sands. She knew them—each grain, each breath of wind, every living soul that walked this realm. And yet… something was wrong. A chill crept up her spine. Something cloaked its presence from her. She couldn't see it, couldn't trace it. She closed her eyes, reaching out with her mind's eye—searching the threads of every soul, every breath, every whisper. Nothing. Whatever it was… it was dark. And soulless. She turned her gaze toward the void and spoke, her voice laced with power. "You do not belong here." "You are not one of mine." "How did you come to be here?" A voice echoed back from the darkness, smooth and moc
Haroon stumbled through the portal, dragging the swampy stench of failure behind him. Slapping thick gobs of mud off his uniform, he muttered, “The next time we meet, I swear—I’ll kill him.” His jaw clenched as he thought of Seth, besting him again. His boots squelched with every step, caked in muck from head to toe. He looked like a soldier who had crawled out of a grave. What excuse do I feed them this time? he wondered bitterly. What happened to my guard? As if summoned by his dread, a soldier approached briskly. “The Supreme Leader would like to speak to you, sir,” the guard said with a crisp salute. Haroon rolled his eyes. Torrock again. He hated what Torrock had done to him—used him, then tossed him aside like spoiled meat. He was promised a general’s seat. Instead, he got mockery and demotion. The bitterness showed in every line of his face. “Can’t it wait? I need to clean up,” Haroon gr