Chapter 100 The Forbidden Son
Lucifer’s smirk stretched slowly, like a blade being sharpened by hand. Shadows gathered around him as if drawn to the curve of his mouth. His amber eyes glowed not with simple curiosity, but with the kind of menace that made the palace flowers fold their petals.
“You do, Dorcas,” he murmured, voice velvet and venom. “You know exactly who Michael’s child is. Don’t lie to me.”
Dorcas did not flinch. Instead, she lifted her chin, and the vines woven through her palace trembled, leaves fluttering like they were listening. Light pooled around her feet, soft and warm an instinctive shield only Nature could create.
“If you believe I know,” she said in a steady voice, “then why don’t you ask Michael himself?”
Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. He took her in slowly this woman who once ran to him with every secret, every fear, every dream. His confidant. His softness. His peace.
But now she stood in front of him like a wall he couldn’t break.
And she was protecting Michael.
Michael.
A muscle twitched in Lucifer’s jaw.
“Why are you protecting him, sister?” he asked, voice dropping low, rolling through the palace like storm clouds. “Why don’t you want to tell me where his son is?”
The wind responded before she did. A sudden heavy gust swept through Queen Nature’s palace, making the flowers bend low and the glowing leaves whip around them. Dorcas closed her eyes, and with a breath, the wind gentled again bending to her will.
“I’m sorry, brother.” Her voice softened, wrapped in something that sounded like regret, but also unshakeable resolve. “I am Nature. I was created for peace. I cannot reveal someone’s deepest secret especially one protected by a vow.”
Lucifer froze.
Vows.
Dorcas’s vows were older than kingdoms, older than wars, older than the heavens themselves. She never broke them. Not even when it tore her apart.
And there it was the finality in her tone. A wall he could punch, scorch, tear, blast… and still never break.
His smirk faded, not into sorrow, but into something colder. Calculating.
“Very well, sister,” he said, stepping back, shadows gathering around him like an army awaiting orders. “We will meet again soon. For now… I have other matters.”
Dark fire crawled up his arms, coiling around him like a serpent closing its grip.
And with a crackle of black flame, Lucifer vanished.
Lucifer appeared in his chamber in a burst of dark heat, the flames dying out at his feet as he began to pace. His boots struck the marble sharply an angry rhythm echoing off stone walls carved with ancient sigils.
He looked like a storm trying to stay inside its own skin.
Michael’s mind.
That was the only door left.
And Lucifer would break it down if he had to.
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration flickering in his eyes until the air behind him rippled.
A swirl of black mist leaked through the chamber doors, twisting like smoke caught in a tempest. From within it, Morgana stepped forward, her shadow stretching long behind her. She dragged Seraphine by the chains around her wrists chains humming with cruel enchantments. Each step Seraphine took left a faint smear of blood across the polished floor.
The woman who once carried herself like a queen now barely looked human. Her hair hung in wild, tangled strands; her gown, once jeweled and majestic, was ripped as if torn by claws. Her shoulders shook with every breath. Weeks of torment clung to her like a shroud.
“Master,” Morgana said, bowing low, her voice sharp with obedience. “I brought her.”
Lucifer turned slowly, eyes sweeping over Seraphine as though evaluating a broken artifact. She trembled under his gaze, her hollow eyes flicking away like she couldn’t stand to look directly at him.
Aradia had done more than punish her.
Aradia had destroyed her.
Lucifer stepped past Morgana, moving with the controlled grace of a predator. His coat brushed across the floor, trailing behind him like a living shadow. He sank into his sofa no rush, no tension just a ruler settling into his throne.
“Tell me, Seraphine…” His words slid through the chamber like smoke. “What do you think of my dear brother Michael having a child?”
Seraphine stiffened. Her breath hitched.
Her lips parted but no sound came only fear.
Finally, her voice escaped, thin and trembling.
“I..I don’t know, Master. That is forbidden. Angels having children? How can Michael… how could he…” She shook her head, confusion carving itself across her face.
Lucifer’s mouth curved not into a smile, but into something much darker.
“How indeed?”
The words hovered like a curse.
Then, with a single flick of his fingers, metal screamed into existence.
A cage tore open from thin air above her thick iron bars glowing faintly with hellfire before crashing down around Seraphine. The sound rang through the chamber, a brutal, final clang.
She didn’t scream.
She didn’t fight.
She only stared at Lucifer, terror widening her eyes until they seemed to swallow her face.
Lucifer blinked.
And the cage and Seraphine vanished from the room.
Morgana approached him cautiously. “Master… why would you say Michael has a child? It’s an abomination for angels.”
Lucifer chuckled a dark, rich sound. “Yes, it is an abomination. And that is exactly why Michael hides it. His deepest sin. His darkest fear. He does have a child a son. And Dorcas knows.”
Morgana frowned. “If Dorcas knows, why can’t we just ask her? She adores you more than the others.”
“She has rules,” Lucifer said sharply. “Unbreakable ones. Even I cannot bend them. She will protect that child until the worlds crumble.”
“But then… why question Queen Seraphine?” Morgana pressed.
Lucifer leaned back, one brow rising. “Morgana, think. Why would an angel give his most powerful necklace… to a vampire queen?”
“Michael gave it to her because she helped him. Because he offered her power,” Morgana answered.
Lucifer burst into laughter, dark and mocking. “Do you truly believe that would make the mighty Michael Prince of War hand over a gift directly from our Father?”
Morgana blinked, lost. “Master… please don’t speak in riddles.”
Lucifer’s expression sharpened. “Did you see the way Seraphine reacted when I questioned her? The panic in her eyes? The fear?” He leaned forward, voice dropping to a whisper.
“What if she… is the mother of Michael’s child?”
Morgana’s gasp echoed like a crack of thunder.
“What?! Master that’s impossible!”
AUTHOR NOTE
Hey lovely readers,
Wow… things are getting intense, aren’t they? Lucifer’s suspicion, Dorcas’s secrets, and poor Seraphine caught right in the middle it’s all coming together! I had so much fun writing this chapter, trying to bring out the tension, the fear, and those little moments where every character’s true colors shine.
I’d love to hear your thoughts who do you trust in all this chaos? And don’t forget… your guesses about Michael’s child might just be closer to the truth than you think 😉
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