Sons of a devil-Chapter 94: The crimson sigil

A low hum rose in the distance. Not wind. Not magic.

Something... older.

Then the ground trembled—just enough to make the trees shake their branches. The fountain behind them cracked, water sloshing over the stone lip in an eerie ripple.

From the shadows of the garden, a figure stepped forward.

Wrapped in blood-red robes and bone ornaments, the figure moved like silk and smoke. The sigil glowing on their chest pulsed—a jagged design shaped like an eye with seven cuts beneath it. The moment Cain saw it, he felt his throat go dry.

Selene did too.

"The Crimson Sigil," she whispered.

"No one's seen them for centuries," Cain said, stepping in front of her instinctively.

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The figure's voice was melodic and sharp like broken glass. "The bloodline has returned... and so must the balance be restored."

Guards rushed forward—Eira among them—but the figure lifted a hand, and the air itself bent.

Time stilled.

Only Cain, Selene, and the figure seemed to move freely.

"Who are you?" Cain demanded.

"I am no one," the figure replied. "And everyone. The Crimson Sigil is not a name. It is a burden."

The figure turned slightly, and Cain saw a second presence emerge from the shadows—another figure in red, faceless, floating just off the ground.

The original speaker continued. "The world is out of balance. One kingdom rises, another must fall. The bloodline was broken, but you have defied fate. Now, something else must bleed."

Selene's voice cut through the growing static. "We won't let you take this from us."

"You will try. And you will fail. For the Crimson Sigil does not fight... it judges."

The sky split open with lightning—not from clouds, but from the stars themselves.

And with a blink, the figures vanished.

Time resumed.

Eira stumbled forward, gasping as if she'd been underwater. Leo and Eren fell from the air, clutching their heads. The guards shook off the strange magic like waking from a dream.

Cain's parents rushed from the palace.

"What happened?" King Aldren asked.

Selene turned, her face pale. "A new threat. One older than our line."

"The Crimson Sigil," Cain said softly, his voice like a blade being sharpened. "They've come to restore the balance. And they think our kingdom is the imbalance."

Queen Neriah looked at the stars—still burning, but colder now. "Then we are already at war."

And this time, it wasn't just survival.

It was legacy. Judgment. And a war not against man or demon...

...but against fate itself.

The air inside the war room was suffocating. Maps were unrolled, candles flickered with unstable flame, and voices overlapped as panic wrapped itself around every wall. But Cain stood silent, eyes fixed on the blood-red mark now burned into the center of the kingdom's seal—the Eye of the Crimson Sigil. It hadn't been there before. Now, it glowed faintly like a warning.

"It's not just a prophecy," Leo muttered, pacing. "It's a sentence."

Eren was leaning against the window, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. "We've defeated armies. We've faced Eira turned into a puppet. But this... this feels different."

Selene stood beside Cain, her hand discreetly seeking his. He gripped it, grounding them both.

"The Crimson Sigil aren't conquerors," Queen Neriah said, stepping forward. "They're judges. Keepers of the world's ancient balance. They appear when something tips too far—when power becomes... too concentrated. And now, after all that's happened, they see us as the danger."

King Aldren frowned. "We did what we had to. To survive. To protect this land."

"Fate doesn't care about intentions," Neriah said quietly. "Only consequences."

A silence hung heavy.

Then Eira, leaning against her spear in the corner, finally spoke. "They control time. I felt it. Like my body was stuck underwater, but my mind was screaming. I couldn't move."

"They didn't kill anyone," Cain said slowly, thinking aloud. "They could have... but they didn't. It's a warning. A test."

"They said something must bleed," Selene murmured. "Maybe they're giving us a chance to decide what that is."

Leo snorted. "Yeah? Great. Who gets to volunteer as tribute?"

Cain turned to the table and placed his hand over the center of the kingdom map.

"We find them," he said. "We find their temple, their origin—whatever source gives them power."

"You want to attack fate?" Eren asked, raising a brow.

"I want to take our fate back."

Queen Neriah's expression turned grave. "They don't live in the physical world as we know it. Their temples are hidden between realms—guarded by trials of blood, memory, and soul."

"Then we'll bleed," Cain said. "We'll remember. We'll fight."

Selene tightened her grip on his hand. "And if one of us falls?"

He turned to her, gaze burning with quiet resolve. "Then the others get back up."

The door slammed open.

A young guard ran in, panting, pale as a ghost. "My Queen—My King—there's been another sign. The Great Tree in the eastern woods... it's burning. With no fire."

They rushed to the balcony.

From afar, the ancient tree stood like a skeleton made of red crystal. The flames weren't real fire—they danced like memory, soft but unrelenting. And carved into the bark, glowing like molten veins, was the sigil's Eye.

Selene whispered, "They're tearing through the symbols of our legacy."

King Aldren turned to his children.

"This isn't just a warning. It's a countdown."

And below them, the sky shifted—stars turning in unnatural motion, as if the heavens themselves had begun to judge.

The race against fate had begun.