Even the Devil Regrets it - Chapter 110 (FINALE)

The sound of trumpets rang out, and the doors opened.

Braeden and Juliana began walking slowly along the long white carpet that stretched to the end of the banquet hall. The large crowd welcomed them with applause, offering their blessings.

At the front stood a bishop whom Braeden had personally and carefully chosen. From the perspective of a demon, this man was one of the few whose integrity and faith could be genuinely respected. He had been unanimously selected by the vassals of Belial, reflecting Braeden’s earnest desire for a sincere and sacred ceremony.

Because of that, the role had not gone to a famous archbishop or a prestigious cleric, but to a humble, unknown bishop from a small northern town.

He had agreed to officiate the Grand Duke’s wedding, but he had never presided over a ceremony before such a large audience. Nervous sweat formed on his brow.

“Let us now begin the ceremony,” the bishop said with a slight tremble in his voice.

Braeden’s eyebrow twitched. Perhaps he should have arranged a rehearsal. The bishop had been chosen for his piety and virtue, but no one had expected him to be this nervous.

“Bishop, it’s alright if you make a mistake. Just take a deep breath,” Juliana whispered kindly, offering reassurance.

The bishop saw her face shining like sunlight, touched with the glow of divine grace, and took strength from her calm presence. He nodded, steadying himself.

Braeden muttered something under his breath, but the bishop continued and began the ceremony properly.

At a distance, watching everything unfold, stood Lochlan. Cheryl approached him.

Lochlan froze, unable to escape, and did his best to avoid looking at her.

“I’ve been thinking. I’ll wait for you,” Cheryl said.

What was she talking about now? Lochlan failed to hide his expression and turned toward her in disbelief.

“Your master is human now. If you want to stay loyal to him, that’s fine. I’ll wait. After all, his time and ours are not the same.”

In other words, once Braeden was gone, she expected Lochlan to come to her. He had not realized just how persistent she could be.

“I’m not a demon worth waiting for,” Lochlan said flatly.

Cheryl smiled, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“That doesn’t matter to me. Whether you’re worth it or not makes no difference. I always take what I want.”

Of course. That was exactly what he should have expected from someone like Mammon. A chill ran down his spine, and his shoulders trembled as he whispered with a hint of desperation.

“Please, stop being interested in me.”

Cheryl smiled sweetly, as if his plea meant nothing.

In her eyes, he saw a dangerous mix of obsession and madness. Lochlan instinctively took a step back and slipped into the crowd, trying to disappear from her view.

While that happened, the ceremony came to its conclusion.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the bishop announced.

Braeden turned to Juliana and looked at her for a long moment.

She had expected him to kiss her right away, but when he simply gazed at her, Juliana tilted her head in slight confusion.

“I love you, Juliana,” he said.

His deep red eyes were filled with sorrow that seemed to stretch across countless lifetimes.

The anger and despair that once could have destroyed the world had been transformed by the love of one gentle woman.

What had once been an empty ruin of regret was now a vibrant forest full of light and blooming flowers.

She was the one who had pulled the Great Demon out of the darkness and filled his world with light.

Braeden looked at Juliana with eyes full of awe, as if he were gazing upon a divine being. She smiled so brightly it felt like she could blind the world.

“My life is yours now. I’ll spend it all loving you.”

After that tender confession, their lips met. Even though the guests couldn’t hear what they were saying, the atmosphere around them made it clear how special the moment was. A thunderous round of applause erupted.

Amid the blessings of many, Braeden and Juliana held their first true wedding ceremony.

As the ceremony came to an end, the reception began immediately. The hall buzzed with laughter and celebration as people ate, drank, and enjoyed themselves.

Standing quietly among them was a young man with long silver hair loosely tied back. Dressed in expensive clothing and possessing striking features, he instantly drew the attention of many young noblewomen.

But he showed no real interest in anyone around him.

Few knew who he was, and his mysterious presence made it difficult for anyone to approach him. Many of the young ladies lingered nearby, unsure of how to get his attention.

It was just as Braeden and Juliana returned to the hall in fresh attire that Anita approached with a report.

“My lord, Lord Lucifer is here at the reception.”

“What? Elias?”

It was an entirely unexpected guest. In fact, they hadn’t even invited him. Technically, that made him an uninvited one.

Braeden didn’t dwell on it long and answered curtly.

“Send him away.”

Anita hesitated, then sighed.

“I believe I mentioned this before, my lord. You don’t have the power to do that anymore.”

Braeden raised one eyebrow, clearly displeased. Still, it was a happy day, and he didn’t want unnecessary conflict.

“Fine. Let him stay. He’ll leave when he’s had enough.”

Was that really the best course of action? While Anita pondered it, Braeden turned away without regret.

He had only one thing on his mind now: dancing with Juliana.

“Shall we, my lady?”

Braeden extended his arm to Juliana. As she placed her hand on his, she tilted her head slightly, sensing something odd.

“Are you sure it’s alright to treat a guest like that?”

“It’s fine. He’s not a guest.”

Braeden smiled and gently guided her to the dance floor before she could ask anything more.

Anita’s expression twisted slightly as she glanced toward Elias. Around him lay dozens of handkerchiefs scattered on the floor.

It seemed the noble ladies were using the oldest trick in the book to get his attention. But Elias, clearly unfamiliar with human customs, didn’t pick up a single one.

When he didn’t respond, the girls became more competitive, dropping their handkerchiefs in succession with the strange hope that they would be the one to stand out.

She wondered if it would be too improper to sweep the handkerchiefs away like trash. As head maid, Anita reminded herself to stay composed and took a deep breath.

Thankfully, her face betrayed none of her thoughts, so no one noticed the inner conflict of the ever-competent head maid.

At that moment, Elias stood silently, watching Braeden and Juliana as they danced across the floor.

His interest in Braeden had begun the moment he learned the Great Demon had become human. Unable to contain his curiosity, he had come to see for himself.

“Did the old man get involved personally?”

God’s direct intervention to prevent the world’s destruction had caused a stir even among the Great Demons.

Elias narrowed his eyes and looked at Braeden, then at Juliana.

To his shock, Braeden was smiling.

Elias froze in place.

He didn’t know what happiness felt like, but he could tell that the expression on Braeden’s face was something close to it.

A feeling of unfairness began to stir in Elias’s mind. The reason Braeden had been allowed to become human was because God had intervened to stop him from losing control of his demonic power and destroying the world.

If that was the case…

“Would I become human too if I destroyed the mortal realm?”

He murmured the question out of pure curiosity. But just as the words left his lips, a sharp crack formed in the champagne glass he was holding.

With a sudden crash, the glass shattered into pieces.

Elias looked down at the broken fragments and muttered quietly.

“It was just a thought. No need to be so sensitive, old man.”

Anita’s eyes lit up for a moment as she watched.

This was the perfect excuse to sweep away all the scattered handkerchiefs.

As the ever-capable head maid, she wasted no time giving a subtle signal to the servants. There was no way she would allow the banquet hall under her supervision to remain in such a messy state.

Meanwhile, unaware of what had just happened, Braeden and Juliana had danced through three songs in a row. Their eyes were locked on each other, filled with warmth and love.

Plaurus, visible only to demons and shaped like a small flame, floated playfully through the reception hall. He was in high spirits, carried away by the joyful mood, and began to sing at the top of his voice.

“Our master is merciful. (The bastard.)
Our master is kind. (Annoyingly so.)”

Even with all that happening, the hall remained filled with laughter and light.

“I think the best thing I ever did in my life was finding you and proposing without hesitation,” Juliana said.

“And I think the dumbest thing I ever did was making you come find me first,” Braeden replied.

“What does that mean?”

“I mean it. If I were ever given another life, I’d be the one to find you. I would erase everyone who ever hurt you and bring you to me.”

“And what if I said no?”

“Well, there would be no way for you to get away from me.”

“Eden.”

Juliana caught a glimmer of obsession in his eyes and lightly smacked his arm. Braeden simply laughed and kissed her cheek.

“Now that I think about it, this might be the most beautiful ending.”

“You’re right. Let’s focus on the happiness we have, right now.”

Life as a human may come with hardships and struggles, but that only makes it more tender and beautiful.

The two of them smiled at each other, their faces glowing brighter than the grand chandelier above the ballroom.

The End.

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