SHK CH 756 + Artwork Sol in wedding suit (Patreon)

After his big reveal, Anubis immediately seized the Old Demon by the scruff and vanished with him.

The coming of Asmodeus into the Mortal Realm was earth-shaking news in more ways than one.

Ever since the last age had ended, Demigods not born within the Mortal Realm had been forbidden from entering it. The law grew even stricter after Tiamat’s rampage, when a necromancer dared to desecrate dragon corpses.

Yet the greatest obstacle was not law, but nature itself. The Mortal Realm could no longer sustain the birth of new Demigods, nor hold those who descended from higher planes for long.

That was why Asmodeus’s arrival was more than an intrusion. It was a herald. A sign of a new age.

If he could enter, others could follow. And that was not something Sol could accept.

The Mortal Realm had become his backyard, a stage where he had few equals outside of angels and the reincarnated gods. But if the barrier truly shifted, the balance would break.

The bitterest part was that he could not even curse. The reason the Mortal Realm was healing—was him. His very existence made way for stronger beings to return.

After thanking Anubis for handling the Old Demon, Sol turned away. The thought weighed heavy, but brooding would not change anything. He could confront Asmodeus later. Or even ask Luxuria herself.

“Is everything ready?”

He faced the mirror. His reflection looked back, clad in black and gold, a suit that seemed alive with swirling power. Milaris’s craft was no mere garment—it was the embryo of a divine weapon.

Adjusting his gloves, Sol’s hand drifted toward his newly styled hair. A sharp swat from Milia stopped him short.

“Don’t touch it.” She stood like a stern mother, her gaze uncompromising. Sol gave a bitter smile and obeyed.

“Tell me, Milia… is it normal for my heart to beat this fast?”

He avoided the warm eyes of the gathered maids. For all his power, at this moment he felt like a child—embarrassed, restless, unable to even look himself in the mirror.

It was strange. His emotions had dulled over the months, smothered by the weight of his divinity. Strong feelings came less and less, and sometimes he feared he was becoming nothing more than a machine.

But now… now his chest burned with an ache he could not contain. The closer the wedding drew, the more his composure broke down and now with only a few hours left, he felt like he was about to drown.

Breathing was becoming difficult and constant worry gnawed at his mind.

“Sol,” Milia’s voice softened, a rare gentleness brushing against him, “What you feel now is perfectly normal. This is the day you’ve waited for years. There’s no shame in being happy.”

A knock sounded at the door.

Lilith entered. She was draped in a flowing purple gown, its royal shade deep as twilight, trimmed with subtle glints of silver that caught the light. The gown was regal, yet warm, chosen not as queen or ruler, but as someone playing a role of a father or a mother standing at her son’s side.

It matched Sol’s attire perfectly.

Lilith paused in the doorway, her presence filling the room as naturally as a shadow cast by the sun. She was at the cusps of becoming a true demigod. Only limited by her own decision.

She would never miss this day. Not for all the power in the world.

For all her usual allure and danger, she carried herself now with a calm gravity, as if she had shed the mask of queen and a warrior to stand in a role she had never played before.

Her eyes swept over Sol, lingering just long enough to make his throat tighten. She was beautiful. This was something he always knew but at this moment, what touched him was the look she was giving him.

“You look ready,” she said, her voice low, steady, and far gentler than he had expected.

Sol almost laughed. Ready? His heart was thundering, his hands restless, and his mind was a storm. But under her gaze, he felt… steadied.

“Do I?” he asked, a faint grin breaking through his nerves.

Lilith stepped closer, her gown gliding across the floor but gathering no dust. For a moment, she adjusted his collar with surprising care, the way a parent might before sending their son down the aisle.

“You do,” she replied simply with a small wink. Throwing him the words he loved to repeat. “And even if you didn’t… you would still be Sol Luxuria. That alone is enough.”

The words carried no grandeur, no theatrical weight, yet they struck harder than any oath. Sol lowered his eyes, savoring the words.

Indeed. He could not leave such a moment be tarnished by his own hesitation and fear, right?

“Thank you.”

The two exchanged a look and a smile. No more words were necessary and the fear that had been growing vanished.

Milia caught the look, her lips curling in a faint smile. It was a shame that she was not the one who managed to calm him down but she felt no jealousy.

Be it now, in the past or in the future, all that mattered to her would always be Sol happiness.

The maids said nothing, they knew that this was not their place to butt in. They were simply happy to witness a moment as rare as it was fleeting.

They all knew that Lilith had mellowed greatly after becoming younger. But it felt strange to see the stern and almost glacial queen act in such a way.

Lilith and Sol may not be related by blood, but their relationship was something that needed no explanation and at this moment, Lilith was perhaps the happiest in the entire room.

She looked at Sol with eyes filled with love. She was giving her all to not tear up and smudge her makeup.

This was a moment she thought she would never witness. A moment she thought she had no right to witness and yet here she was now, alive and happy about to see Sol marry.

‘Blaze, Mars, can you see this? Your son became an admirable man.’

Lilith thought as she observed the reaction of all the people in the room. Sol was loved and admired by many.

They continued to bask in the moment until the maids finished working on Sol and all took a step back.

Watching him, basking under the light of the sun, all the women in the room felt their hearts miss a beat.

Sol had always been handsome. But at this moment he was simply divine.

Lilith exhaled and patted his shoulder once, firmly. “Come. It’s time.”

The door opened wider, and the sound of distant bells drifted in.

The world was waiting.

For the wedding of the Blessed Prince and the Cursed Witch.