Sons of a devil-Chapter 124: Serpent prince

Everyone stared in silence.

Until Rina muttered loudly, "Okay, someone's been watching too much villain theater."

Azrael Jr. choked on a laugh.

Selene stepped forward. "You claim lineage. Yet none of our records speak of you."

Seraphis smiled slowly. "Because your history was rewritten."

Leo stepped up, his usual calm replaced with suspicion. "And who exactly was your mother?"

Seraphis's smile dropped. "Lady Isolde."

The room went ice cold.

Cain took a step back, eyes burning. "Impossible."

Seraphis's voice turned venomous. "Your queen, your light, your love—banished me. Hid me away. Because I was born of prophecy. A threat to her throne."

Zara held Rina tighter. "He's lying."

But the tension shifted. The past clawed back into the present with a vengeance.

"I did not come to kill," Seraphis said calmly. "I came to claim what I was denied. A place in this family. And I will not leave empty-handed."

Eira narrowed her eyes. "And if we don't believe you?"

"Then the serpent sheds peace... and strikes."

Before anyone could respond, Seraphis raised a hand—and in a blinding flash of silver flame, he vanished, leaving behind a scorched mark of a coiled serpent on the palace floor.

Azrael Jr. blinked. "Did we just get magically ghosted?"

Cain's face was unreadable. "Prepare for the truth to rise... and lies to fall. If he speaks truth, we face a reckoning. If he lies... we end it."

And deep beneath the palace, where forgotten memories rested, a sealed chamber cracked open—whispers swirling like fog, as the past prepared to speak.

The mark on the floor pulsed faintly—like a heartbeat. Selene knelt beside it, her fingers grazing the warm, scorched tiles.

"He's powerful," she murmured.

"Or a damn good magician," muttered Cain, jaw tight, eyes burning with memories he wasn't ready to unearth. "Isolde never spoke of another child."

Eira's brows furrowed. "But... she always carried a necklace with a tiny serpent emblem. I thought it was just jewelry."

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Eren turned sharply. "You think she hid the truth? A whole son?"

Before anyone could answer, Rina raised a hand, chewing thoughtfully on the edge of a biscuit. "So... we might have a secret cousin raised in exile who's mad, magical, and monologues like a Shakespeare villain?"

Azrael Jr. and Caelan burst into laughter, though the tension didn't leave their eyes.

"Yup," Azrael Jr. muttered, "and we thought we were the chaotic ones."

Selene stood, brushing off her hands. "We can't let this claim go uninvestigated. If he's lying, we expose him. If he's telling the truth..."

Cain's voice hardened. "Then we find out why Isolde hid him—and why she never told me."

That silence was heavier than all the palace stone. Memories of Isolde—their Queen, their mother, the heart of the kingdom—didn't match the image of a woman hiding a child born of prophecy. But the serpent's words lingered like poison.

Suddenly, a pageboy burst into the room, panting. "Your Majesty! A disturbance—in the royal crypt. The seal has broken."

Everyone was already on their feet.

"The royal crypt?" Leo asked sharply. "Nothing's moved there in decades."

Cain's face darkened. "That's where the truth sleeps."

They moved quickly through the hidden halls beneath the palace. Torches flared as they passed. And when they reached the ancient stone vault, the thick doors lay cracked open, icy wind spiraling from within.

Inside, the sealed tomb of Queen Isolde now lay empty.

Eira's eyes widened. "No. No. This can't be happening."

Rina peeked in behind them and whispered, "Okay, but if ghost grandma rises, I'm out."

A voice echoed through the chamber—calm, cold, and distant.

"The dead do not rest when secrets rot the throne..."

Cain drew his sword.

Azrael Jr. and Caelan took positions beside him, power surging.

Selene stood tall. "We face the serpent. We face the truth. Together."

And somewhere beyond the walls, Seraphis watched, a grin on his lips, a whisper in his ear.

"Let the bloodline test begin."