Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Devil you called: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

**CHAPTER FOURSarai didn’t sleep that night, and it wasn’t because the realm refused rest it was because knowledge had weight, and it pressed against her chest until breathing felt like work.The hidden realm was quiet, but it wasn’t peaceful. The air shimmered with magic that hadn’t been disturbed in centuries, and the ground beneath her bare feet hummed softly, as if it remembered every secret it had ever swallowed. Sarai sat on the edge of the low stone bed Aunt Dee had prepared for her, one hand resting over her stomach, and she listened to the rhythm inside her that no longer felt like imagination.The baby was awake.She could feel it—not kicking, not moving, but watching. The awareness pulsed beneath her skin, steady and patient, and it scared her more than any monster ever had.“You shouldn’t be able to think yet,” Sarai whispered, but her voice didn’t shake this time, and that frightened her too.The candles around the room flickered, and shadows stretched long across the wa

CHAPTER SIXThe forbidden language did not sound like speech.It sounded like pressure.Sarai learned that on the first day the ancestors decided she was ready to hear it.They led her beyond the stone rooms and wards of Aunt Dee’s refuge, past a veil of mist that burned cold against her skin, into a hollow carved out of nowhere. The ground there was smooth and dark, like obsidian polished by time itself, and the air vibrated with a tension that made her teeth ache.Malik stopped at the edge.“I can’t cross,” he said quietly, and for once there was no anger in his voice—only truth.Sarai turned back to him. “Why?”“This place doesn’t belong to demons,” Aunt Dee answered, stepping up beside him. “Or humans. It’s older than both.”Malik’s gaze stayed locked on Sarai. “You don’t have to do this.”Sarai felt the baby stir, not violently, but insistently, and she knew this wasn’t about bravery anymore. It was about inevitability.“I do,” she said, and she reached for Malik’s hand, but thei

CHAPTER EIGHTThe realm didn’t heal after the Hunters left.It bruised.Hairline fractures crawled along the obsidian ground, glowing faintly like veins beneath skin, and the wards Aunt Dee had layered over centuries flickered as if unsure they still wanted to exist. Sarai sat cross-legged at the center of the room, breathing slowly, palms open, sweat cooling on her spine.Every breath felt heavier than the last.Malik watched from the shadows, jaw clenched, because he could feel it too—the way her presence bent the space around her now. The way the baby’s aura pressed outward like a tide that didn’t know how to recede.“You can’t keep burning yourself like that,” he said finally, and his voice was calm, but the fire under his skin betrayed him.“I didn’t burn,” Sarai replied quietly. “I anchored.”“That’s worse,” Aunt Dee cut in, reinforcing a cracked sigil. “Anchoring ties you to the realm. The more you do it, the harder it’ll be to leave.”Sarai’s hand drifted to her stomach. “Mayb

Chapter eleven The moment Malik’s knee touched the ground, the lost realm listened.Not like a witness.Like a judge.The air thickened, pressing inward, and Sarai felt it first in her chest an ache sharp enough to steal her breath. The baby shifted hard, a pulse rolling through her womb, and the ground beneath them rippled outward in slow, deliberate waves.The watchers stepped back as one.No one spoke.No one dared.Sarai reached for Malik, panic flaring. “You don’t have to”“Yes,” he said, cutting her off gently, his voice steady but stripped bare. “I do.”He looked up at her then, and the mask he wore for the world confidence, charm, the devil’s smirk was gone. What remained was raw and frightening in its honesty.“I’ve ruled by fear,” Malik continued. “By deals and debts and bloodlines. I’ve taken souls who begged and laughed while I did it.” His jaw tightened. “But loving you? That wasn’t conquest. That wasn’t hunger.”The realm hummed.A low vibration rolled through the color

Chapter thirteen Malik had ruled hellfire without hesitation.But nothing had ever terrified him like standing still.The ancestors did not summon him the way they had Sarai. They did not flood him with visions or tear truth into his bones. Instead, they waited—silent, unmoving—until he felt the absence of his power like a missing limb.That was when he understood.This wasn’t about what he could do.It was about what he was willing to lose.“You want to know your place,” the elder ancestor said, voice low and ancient. “So listen carefully.”The lost realm shifted, folding inward, isolating Malik from Sarai and Aunt Dee. Not a prison—an examination.Malik clenched his fists. “If this is about whether I’ll abandon them—”“It is not,” the ancestor interrupted. “You already chose.”The ground beneath Malik’s feet turned reflective, like dark glass. Images rose from it—not memories, but futures.He saw Sarai standing tall, her power controlled, her eyes steady.He saw the child grown—not