The Cage of Obsidian Thorns was older than the Infernal Throne itself. Forged in the era of the first rebellion, it was meant to hold gods—unchained chaos sealed in cruel precision. Now, Kael hung suspended inside it, wrists bound in glowing iron, his body scorched from trying to break free.
He didn’t scream. He never screamed.
But his silence was heavy with pain—and betrayal.
Lord Thorne stood before him, robes of midnight flowing like a shadowstorm. His face, once a portrait of wisdom, was now a mask of fury and fanatic devotion.
“You were meant to destroy the Flameborne,” Thorne said coldly. “Not love her. Not crown her.”
Kael’s lips curled. “Then you never understood me.”
Thorne's expression cracked with rage. “She is the beginning of the end. The fire that will melt the chains of this realm—and leave us all to burn.”
Kael leaned forward, defiant even in agony. “Maybe the old ways should burn.”
Thorne stepped back, raising the Staff of Severance—an artifact that could strip immortality itself. “Then you will burn with them, my prince.”
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The Rescue Begins
Celeste’s heart hadn’t stopped racing since the vision.
As the Flame Mirror dimmed, she turned to Astraea. “We’re going after him. Now.”
“But the Verge is guarded,” Astraea warned. “And Thorne has magic we haven’t seen since the Black Tides.”
Celeste stepped forward, her eyes glowing with inner fire. “Then we find new magic.”
She summoned the twin blades of Starfire—gifts from the constellations above. She wasn’t the girl who stumbled into the woods anymore. She was Flameborne, beloved of the Infernal Prince, and fury itself in mortal skin.
Astraea summoned her frostbow. “Let’s raise hell.”
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Through Fire and Ice
The journey to the Verge was perilous. Between them and Kael stood the Veil Wraiths, summoned by Thorne to guard the realm’s edge. They whispered lies into Celeste’s ears, tried to cloud her mind with doubt and despair.
He doesn’t love you. He only wanted your power.
He’s already gone.
But she burned those voices into ash with every step.
Celeste and Astraea fought as one—fire and ice dancing in lethal harmony. Veil Wraiths fell like leaves, and the very realm seemed to tremble under the fury of Celeste’s march.
When they reached the cage, Kael’s eyes opened.
He smiled through the blood.
“You came.”
“I always will,” Celeste whispered, lifting her hand.
And her flame shattered the obsidian thorns.
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The Final Stand
Thorne roared as the cage fell. “You foolish girl! You doom us all!”
“No,” Celeste said calmly. “You doomed yourself.”
But Thorne had one final weapon—the Ember Wyrm, a dragon carved from molten hate, bound to his bloodline.
It exploded from the ground, shrieking with fire.
Celeste turned to Kael. “Can you fight?”
He rose, strength returning. “With you? Always.”
The battle was legend.
Celeste and Kael danced through flame and fury, Astraea loosing arrows into the beast’s throat. Together, they brought it down—Celeste’s fire fusing with Kael’s infernal essence in one final blast.
When the dragon crumbled, so did Thorne—his own magic collapsing on him.
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The Return
Kael fell to his knees, exhausted, but free.
Celeste knelt with him, her hands cradling his face. “I thought I lost you.”
“You saved me,” he whispered. “Again.”
Above them, the stars shimmered.
The realm was watching.
And it chose them.
The first flameborn queen.
And her demon prince.
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