Rosewood–Voss Estate – Wedding morning
The entire mansion had been transformed into a palace of white roses and gold.
Valentina stood in the master bridal suite, glowing in a custom silk robe, hair in rollers, sipping sparkling cider (no alcohol for the pregnant bride).
Isabella (maid of honor) was in a soft lilac robe, directing staff like a general.
"Those lilies go on the left! No, left! And someone find my brother's tie, the silver one!"
Sophia (bridesmaid) lounged on the chaise in a matching robe, painting her nails, smirking.
"Relax, Bell. Ethan's probably still asleep. Boy's been… busy."
Valentina laughed, rubbing her baby bump.
"He better be awake. I'm not walking down that aisle without my favorite son giving me away."
Downstairs – groom's suite
Alexander Voss, billionaire CEO, stood in front of a mirror while his tailor adjusted the midnight-blue tuxedo.
Lucas and Damien (official "groomsmen" but everyone knew their real roles) were helping with cufflinks and boutonnieres.
Lucas handed Alexander a glass of water.
"Nervous, sir?"
Alexander snorted.
"Marrying the woman of my dreams while my daughters keep texting me heart emojis about her son?
Terrified."
Damien smirked, adjusting his own silver tie.
"Welcome to the family, sir."
Outside – garden ceremony setup
500 white chairs in perfect rows.
Arch of white roses and baby's breath.
String quartet warming up.
Ethan finally appeared, hair still damp from the shower, wearing the silver tie Isabella had threatened his life over.
Valentina spotted him from the balcony, waved frantically.
"Baby! Come here!"
He jogged up the stairs, kissed her cheek, then Isabella's, then Sophia's.
Valentina grabbed his arm.
"You're walking me down the aisle. Tradition."
Ethan smiled softly.
"Wouldn't miss it, Mom."
Isabella looped her arm through his other side.
"And I'm not letting go of you all day."
Sophia raised her glass.
"To the weirdest, hottest family in the country."
They all clinked imaginary glasses.
The wedding was in two hours.
No one had any idea what was coming when the new stepsisters arrived.
But for now?
Just family.
Just love.
Just the calm before the most chaotic "I do" in history.
Far above the kingdom, reality tore like wet paper.
Ten jagged crimson rifts ripped open across the sky, bleeding black fire and the stench of brimstone.
From each rift stepped a Greater Demon, Nascent Soul peak (one full realm above Ethan's late Golden Core).
Ten pairs of burning eyes locked on the same thing.
The wedding venue.
To them, Ethan's hellfire bloodline sang like a banquet bell.
"Fresh prince meat…" one hissed, licking obsidian fangs.
"Rip the bride open first," another laughed. "Let him watch."
They vanished, space folding beneath their feet, streaking toward the Rosewood-Voss estate like ten falling stars made of hunger.
Inside the kingdom – instant pandemonium
Alarms screamed in every city.
Supernatural defense arrays flared red.
Emergency broadcasts hijacked every screen:
"CODE OBSIDIAN – TEN NAS CENT SOUL DEMONS – ALL UNITS TO CAPITAL NOW!"
Guests at the wedding venue froze mid-photo.
Valentina's hand flew to her belly.
Isabella's heart-shaped pupils turned to pure killing intent.
Sophia dropped her champagne glass.
Alexander Voss's security detail went from "rich people protection" to "holy shit we're all going to die" in 0.2 seconds.
Ethan stood on the balcony, silver tie fluttering in the sudden wind.
Ten murderous auras locked onto him from every direction.
He closed his eyes.
Took one calm breath.
When he opened them, they were pure crimson hellfire.
The temperature around the estate dropped twenty degrees.
Ethan smiled, slow and terrible.
"Wrong day to crash my mom's wedding."
He stepped off the balcony, hellfire wings erupting from his back, and shot into the sky like a black comet.
The demons were coming.
And the groom hadn't even said "I do" yet.
The sky above the estate turned black with hellfire.
Five Nascent Soul peak demons descended in a pentagon formation, each one radiating pressure that cracked the marble courtyard below.
Ethan met them head-on, black wings blazing, crimson eyes burning like twin suns.
No words.
The first demon lunged (claws of molten obsidian raking for his heart).
Ethan twisted mid-air, took the slash across his ribs (blood spraying), then drove his hellfire-coated fist through the demon's shoulder. Bone shattered. The demon roared.
Second demon behind him (void chains snapping for his throat).
Ethan spun, caught the chains with bare hands (flesh sizzling), yanked the demon forward, and headbutted it so hard its horns cracked.
Third and fourth came together (one spitting abyssal flames, the other swinging a blood-forged halberd).
Ethan dove straight through the fire (skin blistering), took the halberd to the side (blade carving deep into muscle), then grabbed the shaft and used it to slam both demons into each other at mach speed. Skulls collided with a sickening crunch.
Fifth demon (the strongest) waited above, arms folded, laughing.
Ethan spat blood, ribs broken, one arm hanging useless, hellfire flickering.
He looked up.
Grinned with bloody teeth.
And detonated.
A sphere of pure black hellfire exploded outward (no control, no mercy).
The shockwave shredded the demons' defenses.
Four were flung away like ragdolls, bodies smoking.
The fifth barely blocked, arms crossed, boots carving trenches in the air.
Ethan shot forward through his own flames, fist cocked.
The fifth demon met him head-on.
Fist met fist.
The impact cracked the sky.
Ethan flew backward a hundred meters, coughing blood.
The demon's arm hung limp, bone visibly shattered.
Both hovered, panting, glaring.
Ethan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
Five seconds of silence.
Then both charged again.
Garden courtyard – thirty seconds after Ethan vanished into the sky
Two Greater Demons broke past the outer perimeter like paper.
One obsidian-skinned brute with burning chains.
One pale woman with six bladed tails.
Alexander Voss stepped in front of his family, arms spread.
"Stay behind me!"
The chain demon laughed and lashed out.
Chains whipped through the air, faster than sound.
Alexander's wife (Elena Voss) pushed Chloe and Scarlett behind her.
The chains took her first, wrapping around her torso, crushing ribs, slicing clean through.
She was dead before she hit the ground.
Chloe screamed.
Scarlett tried to summon her bloodline shield, too slow.
The six-tailed demon's blades flashed.
Two strikes.
Chloe's body fell in three pieces.
Scarlett's head rolled across the marble, eyes still wide with shock.
Alexander roared, qi surging, but the chain demon was already on him.
One brutal yank.
Alexander's spine snapped.
He dropped beside his daughters, lifeless.
Valentina, clutching her pregnant belly, staggered forward.
"NO!"
The six-tailed demon turned, smiling, blade raised for the final strike.
Lucas Aurelius Vale (Valentina's boy-toy, her shield, her sweet boy) threw himself between them.
The blade went through his chest.
He gasped, blood pouring from his mouth, but held the demon's arm long enough for Valentina to stumble back one step.
The demon ripped the blade free.
Lucas collapsed at Valentina's feet, eyes already glazing.
Valentina screamed, a sound of pure agony, one hand on her stomach as blood seeped between her fingers (the demon's claw had grazed her, slicing shallow across the baby bump).
Her vision blurred.
The world tilted.
She fell to her knees beside Lucas's body, clutching him, then crumpled forward.
Unconscious.
Blood pooling beneath her.
Courtyard – bodies of Alexander, his wife, Chloe, Scarlett, and Lucas lay still in the blood-soaked grass.
Valentina unconscious, barely breathing.
Isabella stood in the center of the carnage, lilac dress torn and soaked red, heart-shaped pupils shattered into jagged shards of pure, black hatred.
Her hands shook.
Tears carved clean lines down blood-splattered cheeks.
Damien Silverthorn stepped in front of her, eyes calm but burning.
"Isabella."
She looked up, voice raw, broken, deadly.
"Make me your sword."
Silence.
Wind howled through the ruined garden.
Damien's expression never wavered.
"You know what that means. Life and death contract. One soul bound to the other. No turning back."
Isabella dropped to her knees in the blood, palms open.
"I don't care. I want them to burn. All of them."
Damien drew his ancestral silver blade (the Silverthorn family relic) and sliced his palm.
Crimson dripped onto the ground.
He extended the bleeding hand.
"Then swear."
Isabella sliced her own palm without hesitation, pressed it to his.
Their blood mingled, glowed, ignited.
A massive silver-and-black magic circle exploded beneath them, thirty meters wide, runes of ancient demonic script spiraling into the sky like living fire.
The earth cracked.
Thunder roared without clouds.
Every supernatural being in a hundred kilometers felt the contract form.
Isabella's voice rang out, clear and terrible:
"I offer my soul, my body, my everything.
Forge me into your blade.
Let me cut down every enemy that dares touch my family.
In life and death, I am yours."
Damien's voice answered, steady as steel:
"I accept your oath.
I become your master, your shield, your will.
Together we are vengeance.
Together we are death."
The circle flared white-hot.
Silver chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around Isabella's body (arms, waist, throat), then dissolved into her skin like liquid starlight.
Her eyes ignited: one heart-shaped, one pure silver.
Her aura detonated.
From late Golden Core…
to Nascent Soul peak in a single heartbeat.
A sword of pure black-silver light materialized in Damien's hand (Isabella's new form).
He raised it to the sky.
The remaining eight Greater Demons froze mid-flight, feeling the birth of something that should not exist.
Damien's voice echoed across the kingdom:
"Your death has a name now."
The sword pulsed with Isabella's heartbeat.
Ready.