THE DEVIL'S BRIDE
Episode 3: Court of Temptations
By Rapwizzy Debaron
They didn't attack her.
Not at first.
The shadows circled Evelyn like wolves around a flame—hungry, curious, waiting for her to flicker. There were seven of them, each shaped by sin, draped in temptation.
Lucien sat now upon his throne—legs crossed, one hand resting against his chin, silver eyes glowing. He said nothing. He simply watched.
The first shadow stepped forward.
A woman cloaked in midnight silk, her voice honeyed and vile. "You crave power," she whispered. "But are you willing to become cruel to keep it?"
Visions flashed before Evelyn's eyes—herself in a crown of fire, armies kneeling, blood staining her hands. The feeling was intoxicating.
She blinked it away. "Power without soul is just decay."
The woman snarled and vanished in a gust of ash.
The second shadow came—a man with Evelyn's father's face.
"You were never loved," he said. "Not truly. Not fully. Not even by yourself."
Evelyn's throat tightened.
His eyes gleamed. "Submit to him. Let him own you. It's better than being forgotten."
Her voice came sharp. "Better to die unknown than live owned."
He shattered into smoke.
One by one, they came—fear, pride, vanity, lust, despair. They twisted her memories, mocked her dreams, whispered her darkest thoughts like lullabies.
But she stood.
Trembling. Bleeding inside. But unbroken.
Until the seventh shadow emerged…
It wore Lucien's form.
Not as he was now, but softer, smiling, mortal. The version she might fall for. The devil with a beating heart.
It approached her slowly. No malice. Only sorrow.
"You could love me," it said gently. "You could save me."
She looked into its silver eyes and whispered, "That's the most dangerous lie of all."
Then she kissed it.
And stabbed it through the chest with a blade made of her own broken hope.
The illusion exploded into mist.
Silence.
Lucien rose from his throne.
The Court was gone.
Only they remained.
"You were not supposed to pass all seven," he said.
"I wasn't supposed to survive being born either," she replied.
For the first time, something shifted in his expression. Not surprise.
Admiration.
He stepped closer, voice low. "You intrigue me, bride."
"And you haven't earned me, yet."
Lucien grinned—dangerous and dark. "Then let the games begin."
Somewhere, deep in the palace walls, something ancient stirred awake.
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To be continued…
Evelyn vs. the Devil.
Wounds. Whispers. Wicked beginnings.
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