The Children of Calix
Brienne gave birth to twins a year later: a girl and a boy.
The girl—Selena—was calm, wise, and powerful in spellcraft even as a toddler. Her aura glowed silver.
The boy—Cassian—was fireborn, quick-tempered, and fiercely protective of his siblings. His aura shimmered gold.
The eldest, Lucan, her firstborn with Calix, grew quiet and solemn, always carrying a sadness in his eyes as if he had already seen too much. Though still a child, his connection to the spirit realm made even the eldest witches whisper.
Brienne watched them grow with a constant ache.
Every smile they gave her was laced with guilt.
They were Calix's, yes—but not his.
Because the man they called father no longer remembered them—not truly.
Not since Corrine twisted the truth of the past.
Brienne wrote letters. Hundreds. None were answered.
Calix remained in the cursed Carello estate, trapped by magic, loyalty, or madness. Some said he began to lose his mind. Others claimed he still searched for Corrine's true self beneath the dark corruption.
Corrine's love to Calix disappears when she became the bride of Lucifer..
But not once did he come to Sabrah.
Not once did he look upon his children.
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Brienne's Inner Torment
One moonless night, Brienne stood before the Memory Flame, an ancient ritual fire that revealed one's true heart.
She lit the flame.
She knelt.
And the flame showed her—Corrine, in white, pure and laughing.
It showed Calix, choosing Corrine with joy.
And then it showed herself, standing behind them with a cup of tea and a shaking hand.
"I… ruined them," Brienne whispered, sobbing into her hands. "I ruined us all."
The flame burned blue in acknowledgment.
And yet—it did not judge.
It did not consume her.
Instead, it grew brighter.
The ancestors had not forsaken her.
Redemption, it seemed, was not beyond her reach.
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The Children Hear the Truth
Years passed.
Selena, Cassian, and Lucan were nearly grown. Their powers surpassed those of their teachers. Sabrah flourished under their leadership.
But they wanted truth.
"Mother," Selena said one dawn, her voice gentle but firm. "Tell us about Corrine."
Brienne's hands trembled.
Lucan tilted his head. "We know she was your twin."
"And we know she's the reason father never came," Cassian added, bitterly.
Brienne sat in silence for a long time.
Then, she told them everything.
The spell. The betrayal. The stolen love. The price.
"I made a mistake," she whispered. "A mistake that cracked the world in half. But your lives... you three… you are the only good I pulled from the ashes."
The twins stood in silence.
Then, Lucan walked forward and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"We carry your name with pride," he said softly. "But we will face what's coming."
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Far across the hills, Corrine stirred in the old Carello estate.
Her child, half-demon, half-witch, had now started to show his dark power.
The boy was no longer human.
He was something else.
And the whispers of war began again.
The Moonwell Clan sent scouts to Sabrah.
And Brienne, though older and gentler, stood once more before her Phoenix Spire with wind in her hair and a blade in her hand.
Her voice rang out across the valley.
"The Carello curse began with betrayal. It will end with truth."
The Carello estate, once a sanctuary of light and legacy, had become a fortress of silence and shadow. The land around it no longer bloomed with life — but with power. The soil pulsed with dark magic. The trees bent toward the windows as if listening. Even the wind dared not howl.
Inside the heart of the estate, in the high tower cloaked in night spells, Corrine stood before a tall, twisted mirror. Her skin glowed faintly silver in the moonlight, her beauty eternal. She cradled a newborn girl wrapped in silk-black cloth.
"She is perfect…" she whispered.
Behind her, Lucifer approached. His steps were silent as sin, his presence overwhelming. He gazed down at the infant — the eighth of his spawn. His thumb gently touched the baby's brow, and for a moment, even the Devil looked… enchanted.
"Lucille," he murmured. "She has your eyes, Corrine."
"And your power," Corrine whispered back. "Just like the others."
They looked to the cradle-lined wall. Seven more children, each remarkable, slept or sat in eerie silence. They didn't cry like ordinary babes. They hummed. Murmured spells in their sleep. Their blood, a fusion of pure black witchcraft and hellfire, sang with potential.
Aslan, the firstborn. At just twelve, he could summon beasts from shadows and bend illusions.
Cassius and Cassandra, twins of frost and flame — who once made an entire battalion of witch sentries vanish.
Sandro, calm and cruel, who spoke to the dead like friends.
Lynna, the songstress, whose voice could crack stone and command spirits.
Marius and Merika, the storm twins — who controlled lightning and read futures in blood.
And now… Lucille, already glowing with strange sigils unknown even to Lucifer.
Each of them grew at unnatural speed. A year for mortals was but months to them. And every year, their power doubled.
Lucifer stood behind Corrine, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Eight children. Born of darkness. Fed by blood. Trained by fire…"
Corrine smiled as she leaned into his warmth. "Our legacy, my king."
Lucifer chuckled, low and rough. "I never thought I'd love a mortal… and yet, here I am. Building a kingdom beside the one woman hell itself could not tame."
"I was never meant to be tamed," she whispered with pride.
They kissed — slow, deep, laced with centuries of hunger. No lust now, only bond. They were no longer just demon and witch. They were monarchs of their own breed. And their offspring… their army.
In the training chambers below, Aslan and Cassandra were dueling—magic for magic, blade for blade. Sparks danced. Walls trembled. The younger siblings watched in awe, learning with gleaming eyes and silent smiles. Their father's grin widened with pride.
"Another few years," Lucifer said, "and they'll be unstoppable. No Council. No Elites. No false gods. Only our blood will rule."
Corrine didn't flinch. "Let them have their thrones, their palaces, their pride. We'll bring all of it down… starting with the witches who dared call us extinct."
Lucifer kissed her again. "When that time comes… we let them burn."