In a world where demons pull the strings from the shadows, an ancient curse binds every firstborn daughter of the royal bloodline to a dreadful fate: to marry the Devil himself—Lucien, the exiled Prince of Hell. For centuries, these brides have disappeared without a trace, swallowed by darkness.

Evelyn Blackthorne, the sharp-witted and fiercely independent daughter of a fallen noble house, is the next to be sacrificed. But Evelyn refuses to surrender. Instead, she strikes a bold deal with Lucien—help her reclaim her family’s honor, and she will accept their cursed union without resistance.

Their alliance begins as a cold, calculated bargain, but as Evelyn uncovers Lucien’s tragic past and the true nature of the curse, their relationship deepens beyond mere convenience. Together, they face deadly enemies: angels determined to annihilate Lucien, ruthless demons vying for his throne, and an ancient prophecy warning that their forbidden love could ignite the destruction of both Heaven and Hell.

In The Devil’s Bride, a tale of dark fantasy and forbidden romance, Evelyn and Lucien must decide what they are willing to sacrifice for love—and for power.

Evelyn whispered the name again, her fingers tracing the glowing symbol carved into the scorched earth. It pulsed faintly—alive, like a heartbeat trapped in stone.


Kael knelt beside her, eyes shadowed with dread. "That name—it was forbidden. Erased from the archives of Heaven and Hell."


Lucien's voice was barely a whisper. "Only one being bore that name before the Fall."


Lucien hesitated. "He was the original light. The first Seraph. Before me. Before Kael."


Kael clenched his jaw. "He was the one Heaven feared most."


The wind grew cold. Around them, the battlefield lay still, as if the very world held its breath.


Evelyn stared at the fading sigil. Aleir… why do I feel like I knew you long before I knew myself?


And a boy with starlight eyes, holding her hand beneath a sky that never darkened.


"You promised to find me," his voice echoed.


Evelyn's breath hitched. "I made a vow…"


Lucien rose, sword still in hand. "This changes everything. If Aleir is still alive…"


Kael interrupted, voice grave. "Then Seraphina isn't the true enemy. She's just a key."


"To what?" Evelyn asked, heart pounding.


"To the Vault of Origin," Kael said. "Where the gods locked away everything they feared."


Lucien's jaw tightened. "Including Aleir."


Darkness spilled from the heavens—thick, violet, unnatural.


Out of it stepped a figure in pure obsidian armor, face hidden, wings made of twisted time.


"The Bride has remembered. The Cycle must be completed."


Evelyn stepped forward, her silver wings flaring.


Kael and Lucien fought beside Evelyn again—steel and fire, shadows and fury.


The Harbinger was unlike anything they'd faced—predicting their moves, striking with divine precision.


It knocked Kael back, cracked Lucien's blade, and drove Evelyn into the ground.


"Your heart is torn," it hissed. "Your power—divided."


Evelyn, bloodied and breathless, rose anyway.


"I loved Kael… I loved Lucien… but Aleir—he was my soul."


Light burst from her chest, engulfing the Harbinger in flames of remembrance.


When the light faded, the Harbinger was gone.


Kael staggered. "You burned him with memory."


Lucien sheathed his broken sword. "We don't have much time."


Evelyn looked up at the crimson sky. "Then let's end this."


A forgotten love. A sealed vault. A burning sky.


Can Evelyn choose between love and fate?


Aleir the key to saving everything—or ending it all?


Follow @RapwizzyDebaron — Episode 46 will tear the heavens apart.


Chapter 48 - Episode 45 The Name In Flames