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1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

Dev said confidently, “In your dreams, Ivy. I won’t belong to any girl in this entire universe unless it’s my mother. My mother has all the access points on me.” Ivan reacted with a sigh, “Let’s see Dev, heaven knows what your destiny will bring. I’m damn sure, a girl will possess you and you…” Dev told him, “Then it makes sense. I have my bad destiny. Ivy, will you take my side even if I have the worst destiny? Or will you let me suffer in such pain?”

Destiny. I gasped and stumbled back into Devon’s chest. His arms immediately wrapped around me, steadying me. “What did you see?” he asked softly. I pressed my hand against his, my heart racing. “A child. With fire in their eyes. Standing in the ruins of something… but they weren’t afraid. They were powerful. Too powerful.” Devon didn’t flinch. He only pulled me closer, his lips brushing my temple. “Then we’ll protect them. Together.”

the old man said. “Speak!” Lady Velkria yelled, standing up. “In the future, the one they call the devil will walk in shadows,” the old man declared. “ He will be the destiny you cannot escape… he is your doom.” A powerful wind blew through the hall, shaking the flames. “What do you mean?” Lady Velkria demanded. “Who is he?” “He is Liam Destyra,” the old man said. He collapsed instantly, dying on the spot…his body disappearing into thin air.

They’re obviously desperate for something that they didn’t even have themselves free from this deep forest. Destino shook his head and asked, “I just got the chance to follow them because they suddenly disappeared from my sight. And I wonder for their strange powers.” Destino absolutely knew these people, and they’re usually visiting this vast forest that merely hides plenty of secrets when they have the special occasions in their lives. In order to strengthen their abilities, they have to pay more ritual and offer lifeless body or prayers of soul sent to this starving Queen of Devils Deodria. Taking advantage from someone’s lives just to conserve herself and excess the life she’s bearing.

Destiny swayed—then froze. She felt it. Another wave. Bigger. Angrier. A surge of darkness flooded the hills. Hundreds of demons swarmed the horizon. "Could you possibly hurry up?" Destiny said, trying to sound light. "We’ve got guests." Fireballs slammed into the mountain. BOOM! Tamera rolled forward and tackled Destiny out of the blast zone. A hum split the air. A portal opened. Out stepped Seth, Charlene, ReNew, Heth, and Argun—followed by his snarling hounds.

Not all devils are in the fiery pit of hell. Some walk among us, cloaked in shadows, draped in silence, leaving devastation in their wake. They don't need flames to burn; a cold glance, a cruel word or a broken trust is enough to ignite him. And that's exactly what Dante was. Stone-cold. A predator in human flesh. A nightmare with a calm, handsome mask. His heart was a void, mercy went to die, and his eyes promised pain sharper than any blade. He didn't just ruin lives_he devoured them, slowly and cruelly, until that remained were echoes of despair.

Each step brought them closer to their ultimate goal, and the weight of their mission pressed upon them. As they ventured deeper into the den, the red light intensified, casting an eerie crimson glow on their faces. The air grew thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that hung in the atmosphere. Emilia's heart raced in her chest, a mixture of fear and excitement intertwining within her. She knew that their encounter with the devil would be a pivotal moment, one that would test their mettle and determine the fate of their friend, Violet. Finally, they reached a large chamber, bathed in an intense red radiance. In the center stood a towering figure, cloaked in darkness yet emanating a sin

his smile drops, and he glares at me with those predatory eyes. I forget how to breathe until he looks away. “But to you, Callista Leander, I am fate. I am destiny. I am your final reckoning.” One second, he's away from me, but the next, he's right in front of me, and his long fingers which are equipped with sharp claw-like nails wrap around my throat, not hard enough to choke but hard enough to make me feel it. He leers at me, licking his tongue over his teeth. “I am the last of my kind,” he utters. “I’m the last devil.”

“You’ve turned her into a devil too, boss.” Lucian’s gaze cut to him—sharp as a blade. “No. She was born for this. I only gave her the board.” The words silenced the room. Ayla’s eyes flicked toward him at that, fire glinting in their depths. It wasn’t flattery—it was recognition. For the first time in years, she felt her purpose sharpened into something undeniable. Revenge. Power. And beside Lucian, it no longer felt like vengeance alone—it felt like destiny.