Sons of a devil-Chapter 63: Trial of blood

Empty.

Cain, Leo, and Eren stood together, shoulders squared. Selene, slightly behind them, gripped the dagger at her belt.

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere—deep, elegant, venomous.

> "Sons of my blood... welcome home."

The shadows peeled away from the walls, and their father emerged, tall and imposing. A figure robed in darkness, with eyes like frozen fire. He didn't walk—he glided. His presence bent the air, made it heavy.

Eren stiffened, jaw tight. "He doesn't look like a monster."

"He is one," Cain said under his breath. "And he knows it."

Their father stopped before them. "You've survived long enough to impress me."

Leo sneered. "Glad we could be your entertainment."

"I expected one of you to fall," the Devil said coldly. "But even Eira's death was not the breaking point. Curious."

Cain stepped forward. "We're not here for your compliments. You called for us."

"I did." He raised a hand—and the ground split open, revealing a pit of glowing red magic. "A trial. You will enter. Face what you fear most. If you survive, you earn my recognition."

"And if we fail?" Eren asked, already knowing the answer.

"You die," their father said simply. "Screaming."

Selene hissed under her breath. "That's not a trial. That's torture."

Their father tilted his head, as if amused. "You are not the one being tested... though your presence will be a useful distraction."

Before they could react, the ground shuddered. The floor beneath Cain, Leo, and Eren cracked—and they plummeted into the abyss.

Cain's Trial – The Chains of Rage

Cain opened his eyes to a white room. Silent. Empty. He stood alone, barefoot, staring into a mirror. But the reflection wasn't him.

It was Eira, alive—bleeding, crying, afraid.

"You let me die."

Cain's heart pounded. "No—no, I—"

"You chose her over me," she whispered. "You abandoned your blood."

The mirror cracked.

Then his reflection stepped forward—eyes black, fangs out.

"I am the part of you that liked watching people burn."

Cain screamed—and the chains rose from the floor, wrapping around his limbs. The room burned with the heat of his own rage.

But then... Selene's voice echoed in his mind. Soft. Real.

> "You are more than your blood."

With a roar, Cain broke the chains.

Leo's Trial – The Mirror of Betrayal

Leo found himself in a library—a place he hadn't seen since childhood. Books burned in slow motion. And sitting at the desk, smirking, was a copy of himself.

"I've always hated you," his reflection said, eyes glowing red. "You think you're smarter than everyone, but you're scared. Weak."

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Leo gritted his teeth. "I am scared. But I still fight."

His reflection laughed. "Fight what? The truth? You love the chaos. You want the throne."

"I want peace," Leo growled. "Even if I have to lie, cheat, and kill for it."

The mirror shattered—and Leo stood taller, fire licking at his fingertips.

Eren's Trial – The Loneliness Within

Eren was surrounded by silence. The sky was gray. Rain fell endlessly. He was on a battlefield—but no one was there. No Cain. No Leo. No Selene.

Just him.

"Where is everyone?" he whispered.

"You were always the least," a voice said. "Not strong enough. Not smart enough. Just a joke."

Eren fell to his knees. The emptiness closed in.

But then... a memory. Leo laughing. Cain slapping the back of his head. Selene hugging him after a nightmare.

"I'm not alone," Eren whispered.

He stood—and shadowfire burst from his fists, scattering the storm.

Back in the Throne Room

Their bodies slammed back into the throne room, gasping, bleeding, but alive.

Selene ran to Cain, cupping his face. "Cain!"

He gripped her hand, nodding. "I'm okay."

Their father stared at them, unreadable.

"You survived."

Cain stepped forward, eyes burning. "We're not your sons anymore. We are brothers. Warriors. And you? You're just a shadow of what we've become."

The Devil's smile was razor-sharp. "We'll see... when the war begins."

And with a wave of his hand—he vanished.