Sons of a devil-Chapter 135: When sky bled
Chapter 135 - When sky bled
The morning was unusually silent. No birds sang. No winds stirred. The sun rose, veiled behind a dull red sky that shimmered like a dying ember. The villagers stood uneasily outside their homes, staring upward.
And then it happened.
A single star fell.
But it did not burn—it screamed.
Azrael Jr. jolted awake in his chambers, clutching his chest, breath ragged. "It's begun."
Caelan burst in seconds later, eyes wide. "You saw it too?"
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"The scream?"
They both nodded.
Down in the village, smoke curled from the crater where the star had landed. Eren and Leo led the guards cautiously toward it, swords drawn.
But it wasn't a meteor.
It was... a creature.
Thin, ghostly pale with elongated limbs and no eyes. Its skin glowed with shifting constellations and starlight burned through cracks in its form. It stood silently—until it snapped its head toward them.
Rina, of course, was the first to speak.
"Oh cool, we got a sparkle demon. Who summoned a horoscope with an attitude?"
"Rina, behind me," Leo warned, sword glowing.
She rolled her eyes. "Ugh, fine, but if I die, I'm haunting your mustache."
"I don't have a—"
Too late. The creature shrieked, the sound like shattering glass and wailing souls. It moved faster than anything they'd fought before—until a wall of blue flame slammed into it, tossing it into the woods.
Azariah stood there, her tiny hands glowing with swirling fire, water, and lightning.
"I don't like it," she said simply. "It's ugly."
In the palace, the council reconvened. Cain slammed a fist on the map table. "We were told the sky would fall. This—this thing—is just the beginning."
Zara crossed her arms. "That wasn't just a warning. That was a declaration."
"Then what are we facing?" asked Selene, holding Azariah in her lap.
Eira stepped forward, holding an old scroll. "I found this in Mother Isolde's library. She once read it to me as a bedtime story. It was a myth... until now."
She spread the scroll out. At its center, a crude drawing of a being cloaked in shadows, towering over a broken star.
"The Hollow Star," she read aloud. "A forgotten god cast from the heavens for devouring galaxies. It seeks rebirth... through a chosen vessel."
Everyone turned slowly toward the twins.
"Welp," Caelan sighed, "guess that chosen one gig finally caught up with us."
Azrael muttered, "Can I trade in my destiny for, I don't know... a bakery job?"
That night, Azrael Jr. stood at the palace balcony with Niko beside him.
"You're scared," Niko said softly.
"No. I'm terrified." He looked up at the crackling sky. "Because something up there wants to wear me like armor."
Niko took his hand. "Then we don't let it."
Azrael looked at him, really looked—and kissed him, gently but fiercely.
"Then don't leave me, potion boy."
"I'm not going anywhere, sparkle prince."
And high above, another star split.
