Sons of a devil-Chapter 95: Trial of the veil

"You seek the Temple of the Crimson Sigil," he said in a voice too old for his body. "But power must pay its price. You will face the Trial of the Veil."

"Let us pass," Leo said.

The boy smiled—sad, almost kind. "You already have."

The ground vanished beneath them.

Each of them was pulled into their own mind.

Cain

He was back in the burning ruins of his childhood village. Screams echoed. Fire roared. His younger self knelt by his dying foster father, hand soaked in blood.

"You could have saved me," the voice said.

Cain turned—and saw himself. Older. Cruel. A version of him that had chosen power over love.

"Is this who you'll become?" the reflection asked.

Cain knelt by his younger self, tears in his eyes. "No. I fight because I loved him."

The flame flickered—and the trial passed.

Selene

She stood alone on a battlefield, her hands coated in blood. The brothers lay motionless behind her. Eira's body was sprawled in front of her, lifeless.

"You will kill them all," said a voice that sounded like her own.

"No," she whispered. "Not if I can control it."

"You can't."

Selene clenched her fists. Her heart thundered. "Then I'll learn."

Light burst from her chest—warm, gold, and aching.

Eren

He faced a mirror. No words. No sounds. Just his own reflection.

Until it moved without him.

"You fear being weak," it whispered. "You hide behind sarcasm and blades."

"And you think I don't know that?" Eren shot back.

The mirror shattered. Behind it, a boy cried in the dark—a child Eren once was, left behind.

He picked up the boy, held him.

"I'm not him anymore. But I won't abandon him again."

Leo

He stood in the middle of a throne room made of ice. His father sat on the throne—cold, disapproving.

"You were never meant to be a leader," the devil sneered.

Leo walked forward slowly. "Maybe not. But I was meant to protect them."

Chains rose from the floor, trying to drag him down.

He broke them with a scream, wings of black flame erupting from his back.

They all returned to the forest, gasping, kneeling, sweat pouring down their faces.

Queen Neriah stood there, calm, waiting.

"You passed," she whispered.

The mist cleared.

And there, deep in the heart of the cursed woods, stood the Temple of the Crimson Sigil—its walls alive, its doorway pulsing like a heartbeat.

One step closer to rewriting fate.

But something watched them from above.

Far beyond the clouds, hidden in the folds of time, the Crimson Sigil whispered one word:

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"Soon."

The temple loomed ahead, carved from obsidian stone that shimmered with veins of blood-red energy. The symbol above its archway pulsed with power—the Crimson Sigil. Ancient. Sentient. Waiting.

The brothers and Selene stood before it, breath shallow but determined. Eren whistled low. "Looks like hell had a baby with a cathedral."

Cain didn't smile. "We don't know what's waiting inside."

"I'd be more surprised if it was cookies and a welcome mat," Leo muttered, cracking his knuckles. "Let's just get it over with."

Their mother stepped up, her presence silent and strong. "I'll stay out here. This is your trial now."

Cain turned to her. "You've protected us our whole lives. We can do this."

Neriah's eyes softened. "Just come back. All of you."

They nodded, and the stone doors slowly creaked open, revealing nothing but darkness.

But they walked in anyway.

Inside, the air was thick. Heavy with magic that crawled along their skin like invisible threads.

The corridor split into three paths. Each path shimmered, revealing a flickering image:

For Cain: A throne room drenched in fire, with his father seated on a throne of bones.

For Eren: A battlefield where Selene lay wounded, begging him to choose between her or his brothers.

For Leo: A mirror-filled room with endless versions of himself—some noble, some monstrous.

Selene stepped forward to speak, but the temple pulled them apart—each dragged into a different path.

Cain's Path

The throne room smelled of sulfur and ash. His father—Azrael—sat upon a burning throne, his eyes like pits of darkness.

"This is what you were made for," Azrael's voice echoed. "Power. Command. Dominion."

Cain walked forward, fists clenched. "I was made to break that cycle."

The throne cracked, flames licking at its edges. His father rose.

"Then show me."

Power surged through Cain, his eyes glowing red, runes igniting along his arms. With a roar, he summoned a blade of pure will—cut from memory and vengeance.

Their swords clashed, fire against fury.

Eren's Path

He knelt beside Selene's illusion, her blood pooling fast.

"You can save her," said a ghostly version of Eira, appearing behind him. "But you must give up your brothers."

Eren's jaw tightened. "That's not a choice."

"It always has been," the illusion said.

Eren screamed, calling on the storm inside him. Lightning shot from his hands, blasting through the false battlefield. "None of you are real!"

The image shattered, revealing a mirror. Eren stared at his reflection and whispered, "I'd die for all of them. And I'd kill for them too."

The path lit up in front of him.

Leo's Path

Every reflection showed a different Leo—king, tyrant, coward, murderer, healer. They spoke all at once.

"You're not enough."

"You're too soft."

"You're already your father's son."

"Do you even know who you are?"

Leo snarled. "Shut. Up."

He closed his eyes—and felt it. The stillness inside. Not power. Not pride. Just him.

"I don't have to be any of you," he whispered. "I choose who I become."

Wings of searing energy burst from his back, blinding the mirrors until they cracked and fell.

They regrouped in the temple's heart—a chamber pulsing with power. A pedestal stood in the center, and on it rested an orb wrapped in shadows.

Selene reached for it, but the shadows hissed.

"I've got this," she said, her voice steady.

Cain grabbed her wrist. "Are you sure?"

Selene smiled, though her eyes shimmered with faint gold light. "I was born for this."

As she touched the orb, her body lifted into the air, energy flowing into her veins. Her skin lit up with ancient markings, and a scream escaped her lips—half pain, half ecstasy.

Then it stopped.

She landed, her eyes burning golden.

"I see everything," she whispered. "There's more coming. Worse than before."

Cain frowned. "Worse than demons?"

Selene looked at him, tears streaming. "No. Something older. The gods are waking."

They turned back toward the entrance.

Only to find the exit gone.

Behind them, the shadows began to move.

From the darkness, a figure stepped forward—cloaked in void, its face hidden.

"I've been waiting," it said. "Welcome, heirs of Azrael. The real game begins now."