Ember was restless at the thought that the Devil was going to remove the hellfire from Seren but was going to give it to Isis. He didn’t even free her from the chains. Morpheus could sense her strong, restless, and angry emotions.
He held her closer and made her look at him. "You have to keep calm."
Her eyes turned teary as she looked at him. "It feels like he is going to give away my soul. I can’t bear this feeling. And... I feel helpless in front of him."
Morpheus could understand it. Drayvor felt so powerful that anyone would feel dominated by his aura and helpless to fight him. And they were just supernaturals from the mortal world.
He cupped her face in his palms and wiped her tears with his thumbs. "He is on Evanthe’s side. We can trust him to do nothing wrong. Evanthe won’t let anything hurt you. You have to be patient."
Helpless, tears rolling down her eyes, Ember let her head rest against his chest, closed her teary eyes, and didn’t look at what was going to happen. If she saw her hellfire being given to that wicked woman, she would just lose herself right there.
Morpheus wrapped his arms around her and thought, Draven, where are you? You better find your sword and be here.
Drayvor walked towards Drayce and Seren, staying at a certain distance. The father and son looked at each other but had nothing to say.
"The hellfire is almost a part of her body, so it will hurt her, but she will be alright," Drayvor told Drayce and looked at Seren, who was calm but still somewhat afraid of what was to come. She was still holding her weak mother close.
Drayce nodded to what his father said. His words sounded assuring, though they were meeting for the first time. But he couldn’t help asking, "Are you truly passing the hellfire to that wicked deity?"
"We need to remove it from your mate’s body anyway, as it will only hurt her more," Drayvor said. "And I believe you want what’s in the interest of her safety."
Evanthe came to stand by Drayvor’s side and looked at him, her caramel eyes meeting his red ones. "We can’t bring another chaos to the world by avoiding one."
He gazed at her for a moment, his eyes scanning her worried expression, but his heart was admiring her—as they were meeting after so long.
"Trust me," he said simply, and waited for her response.
Evanthe hummed and averted her gaze from him, feeling a little embarrassed at the way he was looking at her—his gaze too intense for her senses.
Just a small, ordinary exchange between the two, but others could feel the effect of it—like two lovers meeting after a long time.
There was silence for a while before Drayvor finally turned to Drayce and Seren. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
"You should step aside from her," Drayvor told his son. "Even if you see her in pain, do not meddle in."
Drayce offered a reluctant nod. Seeing her in pain was the one thing he could never bear—but he had to.
Drayvor passed his gaze across everyone, warning them all to step away.
Everyone shifted away from Seren. Morpheus took Ember away as well. All guards and deities braced themselves for the brunt, in case the hellfire caused destruction like in the past.

It’s alright. I can stand it, Seren thought and closed her eyes.
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