LOGINSERAFINA. I got into the car to meet Delanxy's blue eyes, buried in her ipad. She was exquisitely dressed in a long wrap skirt and brown aesthetic top. Her make up which clearly screamed ‘don’t mess with me’ was aided by her channel bag and Valentino boots. “Hey.” I greeted, enveloping her in a warm hug. “Oh Serafina.” She grazed my dressing with her eyes. “Are you comfortable in those?” Her voice was soft with concern, like she didn't want to poke a hole. “My clothes?” She nodded. “Someone has to give the press a run for their camera.” I replied with a cocky smile that left her with a sigh. “You clearly are trouble.” “With all pleasure.” She returned to her iPad, scrolling through what I thought would be business deals and proposal. As for me, I stared through my phone and took pictures for my gram. Celebrity lifestyle was what I lived for. Afterwards, we began to talk. About how I was faring, the man whom I had battered up and how
RAPHAEL While her hand was dangerously clasped in mine as she headed for the front porch, my mind struggled to comprehend what had just happened. It felt like a dream, a dream no one ever imagined could happen. My mom, Miranda Dekoms was the power house of my lineage. Nothing and no one dared cross her. But Serafina just did. My one month old fake girlfriend stood up to my mom. I pondered on it and realized, it wasn't even the confrontation that marvelled me. But a soothing feeling that someone could stand up for me. I slowly drifted but quickly gathered myself. I barely knew her and giving in, equals giving her leverage over me. So as we got to the garage, I squeezed her hand from mine. “What the hell was that?” I couldn't even hear the aura in my voice.And as suspected, she didn't even flinch, adjusting her top to expose more of her cleavage. Fuck! I was supposed to be angry, not aroused. “I solved a problem.” She retorted, balancing he
SERAFINA. The mirror never lied. As I sat before my vanity table, slowly applying my makeup, I couldn't help but stare at my true form that gleamed back at me. Eyes blazing bright red. A dark shadow with sword stretched behind me. Rose tattoo blinking on my chest. Thankfully, I had secured my door. I ran my fingers over the white ribbed top that clung to me like a second skin, down to my mini leather skirt that had it's both splits secured with thin ropes. Fixing my penknife into my hair which was packed into a high ponytail, I threw on an ankle boot and grabbed a purse that held a black card. Raphael’s black card. But as my hand pushed the door knob, a small fragment hit my head. A woman beaten to a pulp, clearly fighting for her life. The ugliness of the memory made me freeze, as I tried to decipher what it meant. Because, they were becoming more frequent. To what point exactly? It was going to be futile after all. Shrugg
RAPHEAL.Dumbfounded. Confused. Staring at my fake girlfriend who was displaying a new character. In nearly two months of living wth her, I had never seen her cry. We hadn't even grown together because of the type of life she led. She was just enough to keep my mom off my feet. For now.The whole fiasco reminded of Yuanita.How I hated to see her cry.Yet surprisingly, Sera’s tears twisted something at my heart.She sniffed and heaved, wiping the much she could with the back of her palms.But it was really futile.I stood, wondering if she ever knew Yuanita from anywhere and struggling with how I was going to console her. As dramatic as it could be, she staggered and fell to the floor.I glanced around and caught the workers, peeping from different angles, probably mumbling about what could have transpired.“How could you, Rapheal?” She murmured and turned to me, rage dripping with her tears.“How could you do this to her?!”My blood froze from her question, which rang repea
RAPHEAL. Yet again. I saw myself falling into a dark ditch. A loud bird scrown followed my ears and my figure, descending in flames. Scared, I tried to figure what I was falling into. But it was too late. My numb body fell with a loud splash into a body of water. Something sharp grazed my skin and popped blood from it, turning the whole water red. I tried to fight, knowing I was a good swimmer, but it was futile. I was fast drowning. My eyes fluttered as I carefully realized where I was. In my bathtub. Soaked in water and loosing breath. Adrenaline rushed through me, as I flailed my arms in the air before pushing my head out for a breath of air. At first thought, anger and fear boiled through my blood. As of last night, I remember playing golf with my team members and retiring after a cold bath. On my bed. Apart from my normal nightmare routine, I couldn't remember how I ended up in my bathtub. I sat there for a lingering
SERAFINA. "Please ma'am!.." the man's voice pleaded as he gradually withdrew from me, his eyes sunken in fear. The sight made excitement wash through me. Tightly wrapping the whip around my fingers, I stretched and stuck his back with it, as it made a slapping sound on his bare skin. The weapon stuck in, tearing his flesh as I pulled it with a sharp force. His teeth gritted in pain as he collapsed to the floor and let out a painful cry. But I was far from done. I crouched beside him and grabbed a handful of his slimy black hair. "I haven't even started." my voice was sharp with anger. I had no business with humans. But right now, I just couldn't sit back. And wait for a justice system that's obviously broken. He wrapped his bloody hand around my wrist and the memories of his vicious crime crossed my vision. Muriana badly beaten that she couldn't even get to her feet. The monster forcing his way through her until she died of excruciating







