Episode 4 – The Night of Chains

The palace was eerily silent. The assassins’ ashes still stained the throne room floors, but no one dared whisper rebellion now. Every demon, every servant, knew the truth: the Angel Prince had bound the Devil Prince with golden chains, and no power in either realm could break them.

Lucien stood before a tall black door, the chain at his throat glowing faintly in the dark. Beyond that door was the chamber prepared for their union. He hated it. He hated the heat in his chest, the way his body betrayed him by calming whenever Caelum drew near.

“Open it,” Caelum’s voice commanded behind him, low and unyielding.

Lucien didn’t move. His fists clenched. “I’m not going to play husband to some winged tyrant. I’ll kill you before I—”

His words cut off as Caelum pressed him against the door, a hand gripping his throat—not enough to choke, but enough to remind him who held the leash. Their bodies were flush, Lucien’s back burning against the wood, Caelum’s golden eyes gleaming like fire.

“You talk too much,” Caelum murmured, his thumb brushing over the chain at Lucien’s neck. “But your silence says more. I can feel your heartbeat, devil. Fast, desperate. You can hate me all you want…” His lips ghosted dangerously close to Lucien’s. “…but you’ll still obey me tonight.”

The door creaked open as Caelum pushed him inside.

The chamber glowed with dim firelight—black silk sheets on a massive bed, golden runes carved into the walls, their bond etched into the air itself. Lucien staggered, turning to snarl, but Caelum’s wings spread wide, shutting the door with a slam.

“Do you know what this night means?” Caelum asked, voice low, dangerous. “The chain may bind your soul to mine… but your body—your pride—those are still fighting me.” His smirk darkened. “So I’ll break them myself.”

Lucien spat, “I’ll never be yours.”

Caelum’s hand shot out, yanking him close until their lips hovered a breath apart. His whisper was sharp enough to cut:

“You already are.”

The golden chain between them flared, glowing so bright it seared across Lucien’s chest. His knees buckled as the power surged—pleasure and pain tangled into one unbearable storm. He gasped, hating himself for the sound.

Caelum caught him, holding him up like a possession, not a partner. His lips brushed Lucien’s ear.

“Tonight, I make sure you never forget—you belong to me, in every way.”

Lucien trembled, fury blazing in his crimson eyes, even as the chain pulsed hotter, binding him tighter. He wanted to curse him, claw him, kill him… but when Caelum’s mouth finally claimed his, the world itself seemed to burn and collapse around them.

And the worst part was—Lucien kissed him back.

Lucien’s breath caught as Caelum’s lips devoured his, ruthless and claiming. There was no gentleness—only hunger, only command. He shoved against the angel’s chest, claws digging into the silk of his robes, but Caelum didn’t budge. Instead, he pressed Lucien back against the cold stone wall, pinning him there with his body, wings casting a golden cage around them.

Lucien growled against the kiss, biting Caelum’s lip hard enough to draw blood. For a heartbeat, he thought he’d won. But Caelum only pulled back, a dangerous smirk curving his mouth, blood glistening at the corner.

“You think I mind your teeth?” he whispered darkly, brushing his thumb across Lucien’s bruised lip. “Every time you fight me, it only proves how much you feel me.”

Lucien’s pride screamed, but his body betrayed him—heat surging, chains glowing hotter, binding tighter. His heart hammered like a trapped bird, wings trembling as if caught between flight and surrender.

“Stop… this isn’t—” Lucien’s voice broke, shame twisting with rage.

Caelum’s hand slid along the chain at his throat, tugging it just enough to make him gasp. His golden eyes burned with possessive fire.

“This is what it means to be mine. You’re not running. You’re not hiding. You’re staying here, in my hands, until every piece of you knows my touch.”

Lucien’s knees threatened to buckle, and Caelum caught him effortlessly, lifting him as though he weighed nothing. He carried him to the bed draped in black silk and laid him down—not tenderly, but like placing a prize where it belonged.

Lucien struggled up on his elbows, fury blazing in his crimson eyes.

“I’ll never love you,” he hissed.

Caelum’s smirk deepened as he leaned over him, their chains locking tighter around them both, golden light carving vows into their skin.

“Good,” he whispered, lips brushing Lucien’s jaw. “I didn’t ask for your love. Only your surrender.”

And as the night stretched on, Lucien realized the cruelest truth of all:

No matter how much he fought, his body—his power, his very soul—answered Caelum’s call.

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