The Dark Fairy King
Chapter 67: Judorah

Chapter 67: Judorah

An eerie glow burst from the mirror—then it shattered into a billion shards of jagged light.

A monstrous wind howled from its core, laced with whispers and screams that didn’t belong to this world.

It slammed into us before we could react—

a force like a hurricane made of ice and hate.

"Can’t... stop it..." Lumera gasped, hair whipping wildly as she braced herself. Light flared at her fingertips—flickering, fragile.

Devran crossed his blades, digging in. Sparks flew as steel met stone—but the wind dragged him anyway.

Scarlette gripped my hand. Steady. Desperate.

Then the wind surged again—

flinging us across the cathedral. We slammed against the walls with bone-jarring force.

The air turned glacial.

Stained glass shattered in a scream of color.

The roof cracked open with a deafening roar, revealing the twilight sky—burning orange and violet.

And from the wreckage... she emerged.

Judorah.

The wind fell silent as if the world held its breath.

She stepped from the broken mirror like a goddess through shattered prophecy.

Purple hair writhed around her like ink in water. Her black eyes gleamed like polished obsidian.

Her presence felt wrong. Ancient.

Beautiful in the way wildfires are—terrible, devouring, unstoppable.

She raised a hand.

"Don’t mind the wind," she said, voice rich and smooth—unbothered by the wreckage around her.

"Just the power of a hundred Mages... and a few Fairies, too."

Her smile was slow. Cruel.

Like a knife sliding through silk.

She swept her gaze across us like a queen surveying a broken court.

"My, my," she purred. "It feels good to be home."

"Home?" I scoffed. "You’ve never been here."

Judorah tilted her head, mock-thoughtful.

"Oh, right—the Queen of Hearts rewrote reality. Isn’t that so, Scarlette?"

Scarlette’s eyes narrowed. "How are you alive? We erased you."

"I dragged you into the abyss," I added.

Judorah smiled darkly. "And yet, here I am. I suppose I owe you an explanation. After all—you brought me back. It’s only polite."

She turned to Devran, grinning.

"Isn’t that right, my henchman?"

"I’m not your henchman. Not in this reality," Devran spat.

"Really?" She stepped closer. "Funny how memories bleed between timelines. Side effect of my... influence."

Devran’s jaw clenched.

"Once upon a time, you obeyed me without question," she taunted.

"I’m your puppet no more," he growled.

"Hmm." She raised her hand, testing him. Devran didn’t flinch.

"Oh, that’s not going to work now?" he asked flatly.

Judorah paused. Then laughed.

"Did you seriously give your powers away in this reality?"

"Powers are overrated," Devran replied.

She burst into hysterics, then pinched his cheek.

"You’re adorable when you’re grumpy."

Her tone dropped.

"Makes you easy to kill, too."

Devran winced as Judorah strangled him.

"Don’t you know?" Judorah teased, gently pushing aside Devran’s fringe with her other hand.

"Darkness is the only constant, and I need to control it all as its rightful Queen."

Lumera stared at Judorah, wide-eyed—processing the horror as fragments of her recurring nightmares pieced together.

"How are you still alive?" Scarlette snapped. "Start talking."

Judorah turned to her, beaming.

"When you rewrote reality, Veravos dragged me into the abyss. It was dark. Cold. I was alone... until I found something beautiful."

Her eyes glittered.

"In that void, after what felt like centuries of clawing through shadow... I found a mirror. Not just any mirror—a portal. An exit."

"Still doesn’t explain how you escaped," I said.

She waved a hand casually.

"Oh, the mirror drifted near the edge of the magic realm. Just outside the United Fairy Kingdom."

Scarlette’s eyes widened.

"You were that close to us?"

"Not that it helped. I needed a sacrifice to leave," she said breezily.

"You wrote the scrolls from there? As Haro-douche?" I asked.

Devran barked a laugh.

"It’s Haroduj," Judorah snapped.

"Still snarky, Veravos—even now."

"Not really the studious type," I shrugged. "Wouldn’t know."

She rolled her eyes.

"It’s a mirror realm. I wrote everything backwards—then planted it as ’ancient prophecy.’ All I needed was one fool to believe."

"Nathaniel," Scarlette muttered.

"Yes," Judorah said proudly. "A human researcher, curious about magic. I taught him, carefully. Patiently. Twisted him into a martyr."

"You radicalized him," I said coldly.

Judorah just smiled.

"He recruited others. And when the Fairies got involved? Well, you’ve seen the chaos."

I shuddered. The scope. The patience. The precision.

"I will never be undermined again." Judorah bellowed.

"Why fabricate a legend of the hybrid fairy?" Scarlette interrupted.

"Why not?" she said with a grin. "It was perfect. Ambiguous. Tied to your precious love story."

Her voice darkened.

"I didn’t need truth—just belief. I made your romance look like a threat. Your potential future child? A harbinger. And then... I waited. As your people tore each other apart."

"The scrolls... they were fake?" Lumera whispered.

Judorah grinned coldly.

"Tailored lies. Designed to ignite a purge."

She looked at Lumera.

"You’re getting smarter, this round."

"This round...?" Lumera blinked.

Judorah’s voice dripped with cruelty.

"Oh, come now. You know me. I killed you. I wore your skin."

Lumera staggered. "So... my dreams were real?"

"Aww! You dream about me?" Judorah clapped mockingly. "How sweet."

Then she lunged—

grabbed Lumera by the throat.

"You pathetic little side-piece of a Light Fairy. You really thought you mattered?"

Tears welled in Lumera’s eyes.

"Are those tears?" Judorah sneered.

"Don’t touch her!" Devran snarled.

Judorah laughed—and dropped Lumera. She crumpled, coughing.

"You, defending a Light Fairy? You would’ve slit her throat for me once."

She slammed her boot into Devran’s gut. He hit the ground hard.

"Pathetic," she hissed. "All of you."

She pointed at me.

"You could’ve joined me."

She pointed at Scarlette.

"And I used to fear you. Now look at you."

Scarlette winced. "What’s in the wind? Why do we feel so drained?"

"Oh? You noticed?" Judorah smirked. "Sacrificial magic. Harvested from martyrs. Suppresses powers. Clever, right?"

"You don’t even have that magic naturally," Scarlette spat. "You leeched it."

"I am the Queen of Darkness!" Judorah howled, punching the wall. It cracked under her fist. "I matter!"

"Sure," Scarlette said dryly. "Keep telling yourself that."

"You sound just like Veravos. It’s revolting," she hissed, turning to me.

"And you—you could’ve destroyed the world. Ruled beside me. Why choose them?"

I glanced at my team.

"Yeah, we’re a mess. But I wouldn’t trade them for anything."

"You’re wasting your potential," Judorah growled. "You were a monster. A nightmare. And now you’re playing king of a United Fairy Kingdom?"

"Oh, Judorah," I said, voice smooth. "You should see me in a crown."

She snarled and turned away.

Still smug, even now, she spat.

I met Scarlette’s gaze. She nodded. The sun dimmed.

The eclipse was close.

Devran slipped the prison orb into position, quiet as breath.

Judorah kept ranting. "Soon, your powers—"

Wrong.

The light vanished. And with it—her advantage.

Scarlette winked at me. "I figured it out."

The wind shifted—

became red mist.

It wrapped around Scarlette—

freed her. Lowered us gently to the ground.

Judorah stumbled. "What—how?!"

"Oh, Haroduj," Scarlette purred. "You copied the Anti-Magic Mages’ sigils, injected them into the wind. Sloppy. I broke them. Now? They’re mine."

Red mist surged—

wrapped around Judorah. Pinned her limbs. Slithered toward her ears and nostrils.

"You’re going to be very submissive now," Scarlette whispered.

Judorah screamed—

her body bursting into black smog.

"Time to borrow a body again," she snarled, the smoke racing toward Lumera.

"No!" Lumera shrieked, throwing orbs of light—useless.

But I was ready.

I raised a hand.

The smog froze. Condensed—

until Judorah’s body reformed. Trembling. Weak.

"What did you do?!" she spat.

"I’m the Dark Fairy King," I said softly. "And you’re using dark magic—in my kingdom."

Judorah staggered.

Lightning crackled in her palms.

Scarlette’s mist caught it mid-air.

"Love and destruction," she said. "You think I haven’t practiced?"

She hurled it back.

The bolt blasted Judorah across the floor.

She screamed, shaking the cathedral.

And then—it began.

A violent black tornado spun, swinging debris wildly.

Back to back, we stood, watching destruction unfold, poised for battle.

Scarlette’s red mists—ribbons of rage.

Lumera’s light—pure, blinding.

My shadows—twisting, hunting.

Devran’s blades—arcs of vengeance.

And then—

we fused.

Scarlette summoned our powers into her mist.

Red. Yellow. Black. Silver.

A storm.

It hit Judorah like a cannon.

The tornado Judorah summoned faltered—furniture rupturing and piercing the cathedral walls.

Scarlette’s red mist pinned her.

Lumera’s light blinded her.

My shadows dragged her.

Devran’s blades circled like halos of justice, slicing chandeliers into fine debris.

And then—

the eclipse.

The sun vanished behind the moon.

"You will pay!" Judorah yelled. "You will all suffer for every single thing you’ve done."

"Now!" I shouted.

Devran hurled the prison orb.

It detonated—engulfing Judorah in black light.

She screamed uncontrollably.

"Goodbye, ex-boss," Devran muttered.

"Goodbye forever, body hijacker," Lumera spat.

"You were right to fear me the first round," Scarlette said softly.

"Abominations!" Judorah shrieked. "All of you! You will tear each other apart."

And maybe she was right.

Who cared?

Sore losers say silly things when they don’t get what they want.

All that remained was a single black pebble—

resting in the rubble of the cathedral.

We stared.

Silence.

Peace.

"...That’s it?" Lumera asked.

"What else?" Devran shrugged. "That’s how it should work."

"I expected thunder. Earthquakes. Drama." Lumera grumbled. "She’s just... a paperweight now."

"Prison orb," Devran corrected.

"Same thing." Lumera retorted, furrowing her brows.

I sighed.

Scarlette’s eyes sparkled. "Shall we destroy the cathedral?"

Of course she would say that.

We all smiled—just a little too wide.

Devran sliced the doors in half. They crashed down with a boom.

My shadows devoured furniture.

Scarlette danced through falling stained glass in mist and chaos.

Lumera hurled light balls like fireworks.

When the dust cleared, we stood outside, watching the ruin collapse behind us.

In Devran’s palm, the prison orb remained—

silent. Heavy.

Like a paperweight holding down the end of an era.

A self-proclaimed Dark Queen with claws in our lives, now a defeathered bird in a gilded cage.