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Chapter 5

Author: Onuorah chinecherem
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-26 11:12:24

Kira staggered back, her arms trembling as she stared between the lifeless body cradled against her chest and the man standing before her.

Same eyes.

Same fire.

Same face.

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Which one… which one was real?

The storm bowed to his stride as Sajah—or the man claiming to be him—stepped closer. Lightning cracked across the sky, flaring in rhythm with his heartbeat.

“Do you see now, Kira?” His voice was calm—too calm, carrying the weight of truths she was never meant to hear. “The vows you swore… may not be as simple as you think.”

Her chest tightened. “What are you saying?”

He tilted his head, blood dripping down his arm like an offering to the storm. “You vowed to stand by me. To fight in fire, in blood, in betrayal itself. But tell me, Kira—” his gaze flicked to the corpse in her arms— “which of us did you marry?”

The world tilted. Gasps tore from the guests, panic spreading like wildfire. The storm roared louder, echoing her confusion until it felt like the thunder itself was her heartbeat.

Her mind screamed at her to choose. But her heart… her heart was no longer certain.

And then—just as her knees buckled beneath the weight of it—something impossible happened.

The corpse’s lips curved into a faint, chilling smile.

Kira cried out, dropping him, stumbling back as both brothers—one standing, one lying in blood—fixed their burning eyes on her.

“You see?” Their voices echoed together, thunder and fire twined as one.

“The contract was never with one man. It was with us both.”

The storm cracked open above them, swallowing her scream.

⸻

Kira’s breath came in jagged gasps, her body trembling as shadows of the same face flickered around her—twelve, twenty, more—each one blazing into existence with every strike of lightning.

“Y-you’re lying,” she whispered, though her voice shook too much to carry conviction. “This—this isn’t possible.”

The standing figure laughed low, dark, as though her disbelief amused him. The one on the floor—his chest slick with blood—rose slowly, the wound sealing before her eyes. His skin glowed faintly with fire, his smile cruel, knowing.

“You swore your soul,” he rasped, voice sharp as broken glass. “Did you think the storm would divide us? That fire could belong to only one flame?”

Kira stumbled back, but their steps mirrored hers, closing in from both sides. The guests pressed against the walls, horrified, their voices trapped in silence as though an unseen hand clamped their throats.

The risen one leaned close, his breath hot against her ear, his whisper slicing through her fear:

“You didn’t marry Sajah. You didn’t marry me.”

The standing twin’s grip closed around her wrist, his voice fierce, desperate. “Don’t listen to him—he twists the truth!”

“No,” the risen flame snarled, his voice layered with something ancient, inhuman. “She must know.”

Kira’s pulse thundered in her ears, the air thickening until every breath burned. “Know what?” she cried, her voice cracking with despair. “Tell me—what must I know?”

The storm fell silent. Even the thunder seemed to hold its breath.

Both men turned their burning eyes on her, and for the first time, their faces no longer mirrored perfectly. One bore fury—wild, consuming. The other, sorrow—endless, aching.

And then, together, they spoke—voices splitting the night, tearing her soul apart:

“You did not marry a man… you married the Storm.”

Kira’s stomach dropped. Her breath caught in her throat.

“The… storm?” she whispered, her voice trembling like glass.

The storm answered for them—lightning tore the heavens, thunder bellowed like a beast unchained—and deep within the chaos, she realized the cruelest truth of all:

Her vows were not bound to flesh. They were bound to something older, wilder, eternal.

And now, the Storm wanted its bride.

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