THE WHISPER OF DEVIAS
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I stood there, confused and burning with questions.
“I said, Who are you?” I snapped, hurling a sphere of fire toward him. My anger flared as the flames cut through the air, roaring with my fury.
But just as they were about to hit, the fire dissolved into soft smoke—gone, like it never existed.
He chuckled quietly, brushing ash from his fingers as if dusting off a memory.
“What..how did you do that?” I whispered, my pride bruised and my pulse thundering.
He didn't answer me a word. His eyes suddenly turned into a burning blue fire. His wings suddenly spread out and his short, coily hair stood.
I turned to leave before things got worse, but his voice froze the wind around us.
“Wait. I won’t bite.” His tone was teasing, but when he spoke again, thunder cracked above him. “I heard you’re the new Queen of Hell. The three realms hum your name, Laura. I wanted to see you myself.”
He started walking toward me—each step heavy, deliberate. His wings unfolded behind him, light and shadow flickering across them.
I reacted instinctively, shaping the air into a shimmering barrier in front of me. “Don’t come any closer.”
He grinned, stopping only inches away. “You seem powerful, Queen. You must have lain with him, right?” His voice dropped lower, playful but edged.
My face flushed hot. “Why do you ask? And who are you?” I demanded, forcing my voice to stay steady.
He tilted his head, closing his eyes briefly. “You’ll know me soon enough. But your soul…” He paused, his expression tightening. “Your soul is trapped, Laura. Bound in chains that lead straight to condemnation.”
The air grew cold. My heartbeat echoed in my ears. “How? Why would you say that?”
He opened his eyes. They were sharp, pale, glowing faintly blue. “He made love to you, didn’t he? That act chained you to Hell. It’s how he keeps his Queens. You may not feel it now, but when your time comes..he’ll devour what’s left of your soul if you don't break off the chains at the early stage. It happens every time.”
My breath caught. Every time?
“I don’t believe you,” I hissed, though my voice trembled. “Lucifer isn’t like that. You don’t know him.”
He laughed softly, a cruel kind of pity in the sound. “You’ll see. But if you ever wish to break those chains… find me.”
He extended his palm, and a pale blue flame flickered above it. “Think of the name Potila and create a portal. The portal will bring you there.”
I hesitated. His power was real. His words… frighteningly calm.
“Okay,” I muttered, not wanting to provoke him further.
He smirked. “Oh..and the name’s Devias.” He flexed his chest slightly, muscles shifting under his skin as if to mock my discomfort.
I rolled my eyes and vanished, thinking of Hell. Darkness folded over me—and I was there again, standing alone.
Hell was silent. Too silent. I wondered if this was the same Hell Simon talked about, where sinners would die to suffer. “There is no suffering here,” I murmured.
The air pulsed faintly like a living thing. I began walking, searching for the chamber Lucifer and I shared. Every step echoed.
Where are you, Lucifer?
I closed my eyes and thought of the room—its massive mirror, the smell of burnt roses. When I opened them again, I was inside.
“How…how did I do that?” I whispered, smiling as warmth filled my chest. “Power feels… beautiful.”
Then I saw him.
Lucifer stood before the mirror, his reflection shrouded in flames. His eyes glowed bright red, thick smoke trailing from his skin like fire breathing through cracks. One could tell his body was on fire.
“Where were you?” His voice was low, strained, still facing the mirror.
“I…I went out,” I stammered. “I wanted to test my power.”
He clenched his fist, his jaw tight. “Without telling me? What if something happened to you, Laura? You’re still human. You can’t even protect yourself.”
“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I just wanted to see how far I could go.”
He sighed deeply, then his tone softened. “At least you’re safe now, my Queen.” He turned, arms open, and the smoke faded from his skin. His eyes became gentle again.
I ran to him and hugged him tight. The warmth of his body chased away my fear. I could have told him about Devias instantly but I found no reason to do so because Lucifer was so harmless and loving to me.
“You’re choking me, Laura,” he teased, laughter rumbling in his chest.
“Oh!” I pulled back quickly, embarrassed.
He smiled, brushing his thumb across my cheek. “Tomorrow is the Feast of the Legions.”
“Feast?” I blinked. “In Hell?”
“Yes. A celebration of loyalty. Princes, kings, and beasts will gather to honor their new Queen.”
“Will I be there too?”
“Of course,” he said softly, twirling a lock of my hair. “They’ve waited centuries for this moment.”
“Well then, I’d better look my best.”
“You always do,” he whispered. His grin was wicked but tender. “Now rest. You’ll need it.”
That night, I slept smiling—like a child, unbothered, unafraid, lying beside Lucifer's huge body, holding him tight.
When I woke, Lucifer was gone. The faceless servants entered, their hands quick, gentle, efficient. They dressed me in a gown that shimmered like liquid fire, jewels that glowed faintly against my skin.
“This might not be a good idea,” one of them muttered under its breath.
I froze. So they do speak. “What did you say?”
“Nothing, my Queen. Nothing at all.” The servant vanished instantly, leaving a trail of smoke.
I stared at the mirror, my reflection trembling faintly in the flames. What isn’t a good idea?
A knot formed in my stomach, but I ignored it and stepped toward the Feast Hall.
The moment I entered, I stopped dead.
My breath caught. My heart raced.
How can this be?
I gasped, frozen between horror and disbelief.
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