Yuvaan slowly broke the embrace of his family, his face pale yet steady. The mansion's walls trembled faintly with a deep, humming vibration. The ritual wasn't over. The dark sigil still burned across the night sky, feeding on thousands of innocent souls.
He looked up, his voice low but firm.
"Kaal may be gone… but his ritual isn't. I started this. I'll end it."
Kiara caught his wrist. "Yuvaan, please—you're too weak, let your father handle it—"
He turned to her, eyes glowing faintly crimson, the mark of Kaal's power still flickering on his veins. "No, Kiara. This darkness belongs to me. And only I can destroy what I created."
Before anyone could stop him, Yuvaan stepped out into the courtyard. The air was thick—alive—with demonic energy. The massive sigil floated above the city, tendrils of shadow connecting to every girl born under the same lunar hour as him. Their screams echoed faintly through the winds.
Yuvaan raised his gaze to the sky, his expression a storm of guilt and determination.
"Forgive me… for what my curse has done."
A low growl escaped his throat as black flames spiraled around him. The family shielded their eyes as the ground beneath him cracked, energy spiraling upward.
His demonic wings unfurled—dark and massive, yet shimmering faintly at the edges with red light. For the first time, the demon wasn't consumed by darkness—he commanded it.
"I, Yuvaan… son of the darkness, heir of the fire, renounce the sin of Kaal!"
With a roar, he shot into the sky, the black fire from his wings streaking across the heavens. The sigil shuddered violently. The energy that once drained life now started imploding as Yuvaan forced his power through it, his body burning with pain.
Kiara watched from below, clutching her chest. "Yuvaan, please come back…"
Lightning cracked. The sigil shattered, exploding into millions of dark fragments that disintegrated in midair. The red sky faded to gray. The screaming stopped.
Yuvaan descended slowly, smoke rising from his arms and shoulders. His eyes still glowed crimson, but calmer now—almost human in emotion. He landed on one knee, breathing heavily.
Kiara rushed to him, falling beside him. "It's over," she whispered.
Yuvaan nodded faintly, his voice rough. "No, Kiara… not over. I'm still what Kaal made me." He looked at his trembling hands. "A demon with a human heart, I'm still his reincarnation."
Kiara held his face gently. "Then we'll learn to live with both… together."
Yuvaan smiled weakly, resting his forehead against hers. "Together…"
The family watched silently, tears and relief blending in their eyes.
The night grew quiet. But far away, in the depths of the forest—
Taamsi's eyes opened again, red as blood.
"Let them celebrate," she hissed. "For the true eclipse… has only begun."
Midnight
The mansion was silent, wrapped in the calm after chaos.
Moonlight spilled through the window, bathing their room in silver calm.
Yuvaan stood near the dresser, watching Kiara limp out of the washroom, her fresh clothes clinging gently to her bruised frame. The sight made something ache deep within him.
He moved to her at once, helping her sit on the bed. His fingers trembled slightly as he healed the remaining cuts on her feet, each wound vanishing beneath a faint red glow.
"Every scar… I gave you," he whispered, voice heavy with remorse. "I proved tonight that I am what they said I was — a devil. Even my love couldn't tame what I am."
Kiara lifted her gaze, calm yet fierce, and pressed her hand gently against his lips.
"The heart relic might have anchored your soul," she said softly, "but you fought Kaal, Yuvaan. You proved your heart still remembers love. You might be a devil… but you've always been my devil — the one who fights my battles before I can even raise my voice."
For a long moment, silence lingered between them — filled with unspoken apologies and the faint hum of their joined heartbeats.
Yuvaan's eyes glistened. "Kiara…"
She smiled faintly through her tears. "No more words. Just… us."
The moonlight dimmed behind the clouds as they moved closer, the distance of darkness finally collapsing between them. What began as pain found peace — what began as sin found salvation.
The space between them collapsed. His apology melted into her kiss—slow, tasting of mint and forgiveness, then urgent, a confession neither needed words for.
Hands moved with practiced reverence: his sliding the silk from her shoulders, hers tugging the black cotton over his head. Fabric pooled on the hardwood; the skyline painted them in electric blues and golds.
They drew the duvet up like a shared secret. Beneath it, skin met skin, no room for the past.Every touch was a vow rewritten.
When he entered her, it was with the hush of a city holding its breath and the weight of an empire surrendered. She arched to meet him, breath catching on his name, and the sound unraveled the last knot of guilt in his chest.
They moved together—unhurried, deliberate—learning the rhythm their bodies had been denied until this night. Outside, the skyline glittered; inside, two hearts finally synced to the same frequency.
Afterward, tangled in sheets that smelled of jasmine and them, Kiara traced the line of his jaw. "The devil's on a leash," she whispered against his throat.
He pressed a kiss to her wrist, where her pulse still raced. "Only yours."
And in the hush before the city woke, the heir of Kaal Holdings slept without nightmares for the first time in , his wife curled against his heart—the real relic, the only anchor he'd ever need.