To Win The Devil's Heart

♦️Chapter 13♦️

3 YEARS LATER

《Blaze POV》

I never knew what my father was going through, in fact I rarely see him. With 3 years going by, I only get vist him whenever he feels like he needs to be there but most times he's only in his depression.

You'd think 3 years meant I was 3 years old but according to uncle Axel I grew exceptionally fast. I'm currently 15 right now which is insane but still awesome.

I master the power of blood and soul magic. I guess it's my gift from both my parents.

My other father aka the devil died during battle so that's what the guards tell me. I had to piece everything together because no one tells me the full story.

I'm also strictly forbidden to go outside as it's dangerous so my father speaks. He only does it so he can be sane in the membrane but my father lost himself way before I was born.

Nethermore is my only friend alongside Wiccan who is so cool. His a werewolf omega. He's sooooooooooo adorable. His purple hair makes him that much cooler. It's better then my grey hair. Wiccan is the same age but he was born way before me as I technically speed aged. He had a normal childhood whilst I didn't. I had to grow up fast to take some of the burden my father carries of his shoulder.

"Blaze can I come in?" I know that sweet voice anywhere.

"Come on in uncle Troye." The golden boy comes in with food that he cooks. His appearance hasn't changed much expect his hair is slightly longer but tamed. He's been teaching me about my powers whilst I spar with his master aka my other uncle. Axel.

"Time to eat and your father wishes to see you." I roll my eyes at that statement. Each week I'm suppose yo give my father w report on what I did and he'll give me a congratulations.

"Of course so fun." Uncle Troye doesn't like my tone and hits my head with a wooden spoon.

"Listen here young boy, your father lost everything and is trying to get back the throne and needs all his energy to win it back. He's doing this for your sake so when he does win back the throne. YOU get to sit on it and rule like a good king." I keep forgetting I'm next in line for the throne. Well I am the only sibling so that was obvious.

"Fine uncle Troye. Have you seen Wiccan?" Uncle Troye giggles whilst I look at him confused.

"You and Wiccan getting awfully close don't you think?" I choke on the soup and try to justify but uncle Troye leaves me to wonder do I like Wiccan?

I mean we do fool around, like making out but that's it. We've both know each other so well so maybe I do like him, only time will tell.

Now off go meet my dear father Salem.

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♡Salem POV♡

3 years ago I lost my mate.

3 years ago I birthed my son.

3 years ago I died.

I'm not who I use to be.

I'm a empty vessel that has no room for Love. All that's on my mind is vengeance.

Seeing all those cunts burn and die is all I want. I want them to feel my pain, just an ounce of what I've been feeling theses restless years.

I don't let no-one come near my son. Only a handful of people can go see him but doesn't me I trust them.

For example Axel and Troye, they mostly teach my son's skills to help him become a great warrior but they're betrayal still runs deep.

When my baby boy was born he had beautiful grey locks and orange eyes. He grew up faster then expected but I'd rather have him grow up quickly to learn that this place isn't nice.

He's grown now. 15 years of age and he's a identical copy of Lucifer minus the hair and eyes. Everytime is see him, I'm reminded of what I've lose and it hurts not to spend time him but I need to focus on getting my revenge on that bitch Zeon.

Appeantley his rule isn't going great. Figures. People are losing interest and he's becoming a tyrant. Most people against him die if they try to challenge his claim. We have people on the inside ready for my signal to attack.

3 years. And I'm full of hate.

They'll all pay every man, woman and child no matter how little or small.

Death doesn't discriminate.

"Father, may I come in?" I don't bother turing around knowing it'll hurt to see his face. I stare out the balcony to the cliffs where Nethermore is flying.

"Report." I keep my voice monotone not trying to show any emotions. Not that I have any left.

"Um... I managed to tame a dragon with the help of uncle Troye and I'm now skilled at using the trident." I'm proud of him die accomplishing a lot.

"Good."

"Good? Why won't you even look at me? Your own son. Do you not love me enough to look at me?" I hear the sadness in his voice but I can't bring myself to go and comfort him like a good father.

"We've had this conversation before and it's always the same. No leave, I believe Wiccan wants to meet you." I know him and Wiccan are mates. If not then that's so bullshit. Both will makes a cute couple and babies are guaranteed.

"No I won't leave until you look at me." The boy is Lucifers son alright.

"Go. I will not repeat again." Keep calm. Breathe. Listen to the ocean crashing against the cliffs.

"No why won't you acknowledge me anymore. Why can't you be a father to me. WHY?"

"OUT!" my voice cracks and my son steps back seeing my face contort into madness. His face shows fear.

My own son is afraid of me.

He looks at as if I'm the monster.

Axel comes to the rescue and carries Blaze out but I hear the faint mutter of 'I wish you weren't my father' from him.

I lean against the pillar and close my eyes, letting the pain flow through me. The wind pushes my hair, that reaches my ass, as the breeze feels the small council room that I resign in.

"You need to be a father to him Salem. It's not healthy this dynamic you have. Be honest with him." I laugh at his statement. Biggest hyproicate in the room.

"And what would you know of honesty? Last time I checked you betrayed me and the price of betrayal is death." I turn so that I'm facing his direction. His face pulls into a small smile.

"He said those exact words to me once upon a time. You are just like him." I ignore what he says and turn back to face the cliffs.

"When will the army be ready?"

"A week from now. They are stationed close to the village."

"Good. With these dragons, we'll take back what is ours. And then your treason will be punished. Now leave."

He doesn't say another word but leaves me so that I'm greeted with the sound of silence.

The only thing that doesn't hurt ave won't betray me.

Nethermore flies towards me and licks my face. I giggle at his affection even being a huge dragon to ever grace the skies, he's still a big softy.

"You won't betray me, right?"

Nethermore looks me in the eyes and bows down his head as a sign of loyalty.

"Good boy." I scratch his favourite spot hearing him purr like a soft kitten. He leaves my hands to dive into the sea to catch some fish.

I look to the clouds and close my eyes.

"Soon my love."

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