How I Married KING Of HELL

Lucien's Approach

Chapter 36

The air in the Fae realm crackled with tension as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the clearing. Emily stood at the edge, surrounded by the gathered warriors, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel it—a shift in the atmosphere that signaled Lucien's impending arrival.

Kieran paced back and forth, his sharp gaze scanning the forest line. "He will come for Aelios, and he will come with an army. We must be ready."

Cassius stepped forward, his grip tight on his sword. "We have the advantage of surprise. If we can catch him off guard, we might stand a chance."

Mira nodded, her eyes alight with determination. "We can't let him take Aelios. The protection spell will only hold for so long, and if he breaches it..."

Emily didn't want to think about that. The fear of losing her son was a palpable ache in her chest, driving her resolve. "We need to set a perimeter," she said, her voice steady. "If Lucien approaches, we must ensure he cannot slip past us."

The Fae warriors began to move with a fluid grace, their whispers blending with the wind as they formed a protective circle around the clearing. Emily watched, feeling a mix of awe and gratitude for the ancient beings who had rallied to their cause. These were not mere soldiers; they were guardians, and they understood the stakes.

As twilight deepened, the atmosphere thickened with anticipation. The Fae magic crackled in the air, creating an electric tension that heightened Emily's senses. She felt alive and focused, the fear she had felt earlier transforming into a fierce determination.

Then, the first signs of movement caught her attention. A low rumble echoed through the trees, shaking the ground beneath her feet. The warriors grew still, their eyes trained on the shadows creeping toward them.

"He's here," Kieran hissed, readying his stance.

Emily's heart raced as the shadows coalesced into figures—dark, ominous shapes moving with a predatory grace. Lucien stood at the forefront, his presence commanding and terrifying. His piercing gaze swept over the clearing, a smirk tugging at his lips as he took in the gathered Fae.

"So, you've decided to unite against me," he called, his voice smooth and dripping with disdain. "How quaint. But you're wasting your time. Aelios will be mine, whether you like it or not."

Emily felt a rush of anger at his arrogance. "You will not take him, Lucien. We are ready for you."

Lucien chuckled, the sound echoing through the trees. "Ready? You think your little band of misfits can stand against me? You are merely delaying the inevitable."

As he spoke, the Fae warriors moved closer together, forming a protective barrier around Emily. She could sense their resolve, their unwavering commitment to her son. But Lucien's confidence was unnerving, and Emily felt the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

"Enough of this," Lucien snapped, his voice suddenly cold. He raised his hand, and the shadows behind him surged forward, a mass of dark energy intent on overwhelming them.

"Now!" Kieran shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. The Fae warriors sprang into action, their movements fluid and precise as they engaged Lucien's army.

Emily felt her heart race as she stepped forward, determination surging within her. She would not stand by while her son was threatened. The magic of the Fae enveloped her, fueling her resolve as she prepared to fight for Aelios.

The battlefield erupted in chaos, the clash of steel ringing out as the warriors met the darkness head-on. Emily could see Cassius fighting bravely, his sword glinting in the dim light, while Mira chanted incantations, sending bursts of magic toward their enemies.

But Lucien stood at the center, a dark figure amidst the chaos, his eyes locked onto Emily. "You think you can protect him?" he taunted, his voice filled with disdain. "You're just a mortal woman—nothing but a fleeting moment in my eternal existence."

"Watch me," Emily shot back, her voice fierce as she drew on the magic within her. She felt the remnants of her sacrifice, the power of her love for Aelios, fueling her strength.

With a surge of energy, she reached out, calling forth the magic she had once wielded as a bond with Lucien. The air around her shimmered, and she sent a wave of energy toward Lucien, who staggered back in surprise.

"Foolish girl!" he growled, recovering quickly. "You think your little tricks can hurt me?"

As he advanced, Emily felt the weight of her allies behind her—the Fae warriors standing resolute, ready to fight alongside her. The realization struck her: she was not alone.

The battle raged on, the sounds of clashing steel and magical energy filling the air. Emily fought with every ounce of strength she possessed, her focus locked on Lucien. He was powerful, but she was fueled by love—a force stronger than any darkness he could summon.

Lucien raised his hand again, summoning shadows to engulf her. But with the combined power of the Fae and her unyielding determination, Emily pushed back, creating a barrier of light that pushed the shadows aside.

"Leave my son alone!" she shouted, her voice fierce and unyielding.

As the darkness receded, Emily felt a surge of strength from the warriors around her. They were united, and together they would face whatever Lucien brought.

In that moment, she knew they would fight until the very end. And for Aelios, she would do anything—even stand against the King of Hell himself.

The battle had only just begun, but Emily was ready. The guardian of her son, she would protect him at all costs, no matter the darkness that loomed ahead.