Episode 77 The First Flame Awakens

The Devil's Bride By Rapwizzy Debaron Episode 77: The First Flame Awakens

Far beneath the realms of Heaven and Hell, deeper than mortal thought can reach, in a tomb older than time itself—something stirred.

The First Flame.

It was not just fire, nor simply ancient—it was the embodiment of origin. The very first breath of existence. Forgotten by most, feared by all who remembered. Bound by the Celestials in the Age Before Light, it had slumbered for eternity in a cocoon of molten gold and blackened stars.

Until now.

Its embered eyes flickered open as the Throne pulsed with a power not written in the old scrolls. Love. Unity. Defiance. The Flame was insulted.

From the far ends of reality, a sound—low, guttural, vibrating like thunder within the soul—shivered through creation. Only the oldest beings heard it.

Lucian and Seraphina, seated together upon the Throne, felt it like a chill in the heart.

"What was that?" Seraphina whispered, fingers tightening around Lucian's.

Lucian stood, his eyes distant. "A warning… a pulse from the edge of creation."

The celestial doors burst open, and Gabriel appeared, singed wings dragging ash.

"You've gone too far," Gabriel said hoarsely. "You've awakened it. The First Flame stirs. The Forgotten One—He Who Burns Without Mercy—is rising."

Lucian narrowed his eyes. "Let it come."

Gabriel laughed bitterly. "Then your love will destroy everything."

But Seraphina stood. "Then we'll protect it. Even if we face fire itself."

The Throne began to hum, its power shifting—no longer cold or divine. It beat with life. With resistance.

Lucian and Seraphina knew they couldn't face the Flame alone.

So they sought help.

They traveled to Nivara, the sky-bound city where the Moon Priests guarded ancient spells. There, Seraphina endured the Trial of Echoes, walking through her past regrets, offering pieces of her soul to awaken the Moon Rune.

In the Abyssal Forge, Lucian faced the Chainbreaker—a beast forged from the anger of fallen gods. He struck a deal, bearing scars across his chest, sealed with molten iron.

And in the Ruins of Eden's First Garden, they found her.

The Last Seraphic Witch.

She was blind, veiled in ash, her voice both thunder and whisper. She had waited centuries in silence, living only for the prophecy.

"You ride the wave of rebellion," she said to them. "But the tide that follows... will drown more than kingdoms."

Lucian looked at Seraphina. "We go to it. Before it comes to us."

"Into the Deep?" she asked.

He nodded. "Into the fire."

They descended into the Riven Path, a staircase carved from the bones of forgotten angels and sealed memories. The farther they traveled, the more reality bled. Visions clawed at their minds—Seraphina's fears, Lucian's regrets.

Still, they pushed on.

At the gate of the Deep Flame, where shadows burned brighter than stars, they found it.

The First Flame was not shaped like man or beast. It was will—molten, ancient, divine—its eyes orbs of boiling truth, its form shifting between light and ruin.

"You sit on what was never yours," it said, its voice layered in the echoes of a thousand dead tongues.

Seraphina stepped forward, golden light surrounding her.

"We earned it."

"You borrowed it," the Flame snarled. "Now return it—or the world will burn for your defiance."

Lucian summoned his obsidian blade, its edge burning with his love and rage. "Come take it, then."

The First Flame screamed.

Reality split.

And the war for existence began again.

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