Scarlet chains

Chapter 15

Dominic turned, eyes cold. "Get me a seer. A strong one. If she's still breathing, I'll find her. Even if I have to tear apart heaven and hell."

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Dominic POV

The war room was silent.

I stood, my fists clenched over a map, jaw tight with frustration. Dozens of mercenaries, mages, and trackers lined the walls—waiting for my orders.

Then—

*a sudden hum.*

The candles flickered.

A wind swept through the sealed room.

And then—

*Light. Blinding. Divine. Terrifying.*

A portal of pure gold and violet flame cracked open mid-air, and out stepped *Nova*.

Not staggering.

Not confused.

But *glowing*. Skin like moonlight, eyes blazing Paraiba Tourmaline blue, her very presence bending shadows.

Everyone in the room backed away.

I stared, stunned, lips parting—but no words came.

She walked forward slowly, calm… powerful… and climbed *onto the war table* like she belonged there.

She looked down at me with a small, amused smirk.

*"Don't worry."*

*"I'll be okay."*

Silence.

Power pulsed from her skin like a heartbeat. Even the seer in the corner bowed instinctively.

I swallowed hard. "Nova…"

She tilted her head. "You were looking for me?"

I stared up at her. "You disappeared and I told you, you are mine."

She gave a soft laugh. "I ascended."

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I still hadn't moved. I was frozen, jaw clenched, heart racing in a way he hated.

Nova stood above me on the war table like a queen addressing a court.

Then, gently—almost mockingly—she leaned down… and *patted his head.*

*"If my little sister gets hurt,"* she said, voice calm and deadly sweet,

*"you're getting hurt too."*

For a second, everything went still.

Then her aura cracked—

Her body shimmered—

And in the blink of an eye, she shifted.

*Demon form.*

Horns like obsidian, her wings etched in shadow and flame. Her eyes blazed red-gold, voice echoing with layered power.

A fiery portal tore open behind her.

Before I could reach for her—*say anything*—she stepped one foot inside, then looked back over her shoulder.

*"Tell Cayden not to worry."*

Then—*she vanished.*

The portal snapped shut behind her with a gust of wind and silence so heavy it hurt.

I just stared.

And for the first time in a long time—

*I had no idea what to do.*

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I don't even know why I'm feeling this way, She is just a servant I bought ------that's why, I don't want to let my money go to waste, I think. I'm just confused.

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The war room was still heavy with the scent of scorched air and leftover magic.

I hadn't moved. My jaw was tight, my hands clenched, my mind *reeling*.

Then—*slam*—the door burst open.

*Cayden, the leader of the Wolves.*

He stormed in, coat flaring, eyes already scanning the room. "Where is she?! I felt her power spike—where—"

He stopped cold.

The energy still lingered. That unmistakable divine-demonic pressure.Even I couldn't handle it's pressure when she first appeared.

His eyes locked on me.

"…You saw her," Cayden said flatly.

I didn't blink. "She walked in glowing like a goddess."

Cayden stepped closer, wary. "And?"

My expression didn't change. "She patted my head, threatened me, transformed into a demon, and disappeared into a flaming portal."

Cayden blinked. "Wait, *what*?"

I turned to face him, voice cold. "Oh—and she said, *'Tell Cayden not to worry.'*"

Cayden stared. "That sounds… like her."

I nodded slowly. "Yeah. It does."

We stood there in silence for a moment.

Then Cayden muttered, "We're in so much trouble."

I smirked faintly. "Now you get it."

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