Chapter 51 The King of Hell’s Arrival
Nyx tilted her head, eyes narrowing as she watched Ravenna draw another arrow. The string trembled beneath her fingers, taut as the air between them. “You always did love playing with danger,” Nyx said, voice low, almost admiring. “Just remember, little sister…” Her words drifted into the cold wind. “Every bargain with the devil ends in a scream.”
Ravenna’s lips curved, slow and defiant. “I don’t care, sister,” she said, not looking up from her target. “As long as I’m taken by the King of Hell himself.”
The arrow snapped forward, slicing the air and striking dead center. The sound echoed, sharp and satisfying.
Nyx smirked. “Show-off.”
They kept shooting until the silver bell tolled across the courtyard, cutting through the crisp morning air. Both paused. A hush fell between them.
Nyx turned, brushing stray strands of hair from her face. “It seems we’ll be having a court meeting, sister.” Two maids approached, heads bowed, taking their bows and quivers with trembling hands.
Ravenna rolled her shoulders, expression unreadable. “Then let’s see what Father has to say this time,” she murmured, following Nyx out of the training field.
The halls of the castle were thick with silence. Guards straightened as the princesses passed, their armor glinting under the dim torches. The heavy doors of the courtroom opened with a groan that seemed to shake the walls.
Inside, the round table gleamed beneath the flicker of dying flames. The scent of melted wax and iron hung heavy in the air. Every noble in the room sat rigid, whispers crawling across the chamber like restless shadows. Eyes darted between one another, then up to the dais where King Luca and his queen sat unmoving, unreadable, carved from the same cold stone that built their throne.
“What calls for this urgent meeting?” one elder rasped, his gnarled fingers drumming the polished wood.
Another leaned forward, his silver hair catching the torchlight. “We deserve to know, Your Majesty. What has stirred such haste?”
King Luca lifted his gaze slowly, a calm so controlled it felt dangerous. “My queen and I have called this meeting,” he said, voice carrying like smoke through still air, “because Lucifer, the King of Hell, is coming to our realm.”
The chamber broke into murmurs. Chairs scraped, robes rustled, gasps echoed off marble walls. Someone cursed under their breath.
“Why would Lucifer come here?” an elder asked, his voice trembling like old parchment. “We have done nothing against him. His sacrifice was taken. Why would he seek us out again?”
“Silence.”
The word struck like thunder. The air seemed to bend around it, and every tongue stilled.
King Luca rose from his seat, his cape whispering across the floor. Shadows clung to him, gathering like a second skin. “When I last visited Hell,” he began, “I saw Selena my half-human daughter.” The name fell heavy. Even the queen flinched. “She’s alive.”
Gasps rippled again, sharper this time.
“You all know what that means,” Luca continued, voice hardening. “Her existence endangers every pureblood vampire in this realm. I sent a Dragna to kill her… but Lucifer Morningstar found it first.” His jaw tightened. “He slaughtered the beast before it reached her. I felt its death from here. And I know he’s coming for us.”
An elder slammed his fist against the table, rattling the goblets. “You brought this doom upon us, Luca! You meddled in Lucifer’s affairs. No one escapes Hell! And now you’ve invited damnation to our doorstep!”
King Luca’s eyes flashed crimson under the dim light. “I did what I must,” he hissed. “And I will make it right.” His gaze shifted toward the door toward his daughters, framed by the torchlight like two pieces of fate waiting to be chosen. “I will offer one of my daughters as sacrifice.”
The words hadn’t fully left his lips when the temperature in the room dropped like a stone.
The torches flickered, sputtered then died.
Wind screamed through the broken windows, flinging shards of glass across the chamber. Nobles shouted, shielding their faces. The curtains twisted, the floor trembled. Darkness wasn’t just present it was alive.
Then came the voice.
Deep. Ancient. A sound that made bones remember fear.
“Did I ask for your daughter?”
Every vampire in the room froze. The air thickened, pulsing with the scent of brimstone and ash.
Lightning tore through the ceiling, splitting the table in half. Splinters flew. The elders stumbled back, their robes catching flame.
King Luca staggered, his crown tilting, breath catching in his throat. “What do you want then?” he shouted over the storm. “If not her what do you want?”
The smoke began to coil, thick and deliberate, shaping itself into something human… and not.
Two burning eyes opened within the haze. Wings, vast and black as night itself, unfurled. The heat that rolled from him scorched the nearest tapestries.
Lucifer stepped forward, every motion a command. The floor cracked beneath his boots, his smirk sharp enough to draw blood.
“What if,” he said, voice curling like molten iron, “I asked for your head instead?”
AUTHOR’S NOTE
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