LOGINRAPHEALFew hours before: It all felt surreal. When my eyes fluttered open, the first thing I saw was a white blinding light. I thought to myself, that this was me facing judgement. Until the sound of a beeping machine interrupted my thoughts. That was when I glanced around realized I was at the hospital. How? There was no way falling from that gallery wouldn't have killed me. Yuanita had died the same way after all. I was about to pull the suddenly suffocating oxygen mask away when Delanxy suddenly trolled in, causing me to remain in my position. Even though my head was throbbing along with my heart, I forced myself to grasp what she was saying. “Sir Dekom’s condition is getting better.” A female voice announced, elated. “He should be awake in few hours.” “Are you sure about this?” Delanxy sounded like she was distraught. “Yes ma'am.” The female voice replied. “Honestly, it's a medical miracle that he's fast recovering given the severity of his
SERAFINA.Background song: Marigolds by Andrea Bejar. “What are you doing here?” Helen thundered as soon as I walked into the lobby of the VIP intensive care unit. I quickly sized her up and went ahead to drape myself in a safety apron and hair bonnet. “I'm talking you you, You snake! What the hell are you doing here?” “What's wrong?” Delanxy asked, approaching us with furrowed brows which deepened when her eyes fell on me. “Serafina.” She inched closer and scrutinized me the more. “How are you here?” A scoff nearly escaped my lips as I stared at her. There were still traces of Don Columbus scent on her and I could tell she was very pleased about seeing me. “I ought to ask you the same thing Delanxy.” I retorted with a tilted head, before leaning to her right ear. “You smell really eatable by the way. It's just a pity Rapheal won't be happy if he finds out.” Her nostrils flared and I rejoiced at the feel of inner victory. Even if I have no
SERAFINA How did I get here? I think I know. I was trying everything within me not to think about Rapheal. So my best bet was to go on a man hunting spree for Don Columbus. And now, I was being skeptical about having made the right decision. With a swift turn, I stabbed the last CCTV camera in his front balcony and snuggled it into the massive room, dimly lit from the silver coloured chandelier which hung above the setting. A gigantic bed cladded in black cotton duvet was situated in the middle of the room, next to it were two small bedside drawers and a massive portrait of him above the headboard. A couch sat opposite the bed, with a fur rug beneath it and a small winery. Columbus wasn't an easy man. If I had to work with him, I needed to clear the leverage he had against me, which is the evidence of the murder I committed for him. Amongst all his properties, the villa was his most treasured and my instinct was hammering about it. Knowing I cou
SERAFINA The newly recruited missioniers swung in swift yet clumsy ways as they tried with all their might to dodge Marionette’s dubious and powerful strikes. At least they were smart enough not to attack her, for it was like digging your own pit. Going down the memory lane, I recalled I was once in their shoes, when my only problems were how to sneak out from the temple, stroll into town and hook up with a few humans, only to end up getting caught by her. It was always expected, given that she was the most powerful missionier but we took the risk nevertheless. But the harsh recollection of my present made me sigh. “You’ve done that like sixty seven times in the last two hours.” Ciara observed, staring at me with her green eyes. “What?” “Yeah.” She confessed. “I was counting.” “Ohh.” She drew close to me and sat beside me at the small window compartment from where we could get a clear view of the lake side training field. “C'mon Serafina.
RAPHEAL The eerie silence had returned. The kind that had a way of growing its teeth in the house. There was nothing comforting nor peaceful about it, rather it was invasive. It crawled beneath my skin, sat heavy on my chest and whispered thoughts of death everyday. There was nothing worth living for. Thanks to the stunt I pulled with Delanxy, the public opinion about me sank further and our stocks took a deeper dive, leading to a needed suspension, with her taking the reigns. The clock by the bedside made a sudden blaring sound, reading it's time as 6am. The sound made me recall that Serafina would always toss is across the room each morning with a loud groan. “God!! Get rid of that thing, Rapheal. It always interrupts my beauty sleep.” She would mutter and bury her hair further in my chest. Heaven knew I missed those days. Those days when I would always look forward to going to bed, because I get to snuggle her warm, luscious and ample
RAPHEALThe next day*** The umpteenth groan of frustration escaped my throat as I took another sniff of the white powdery substance spread evenly atop the glass table. Using my fingers, i gently rubbed the substance in, so as to get a more needed effect, ignoring the loud vibration of my phone besides me. My mind was heavily clouded and the pensive voice in my head urging me to dive from the balcony of my penthouse suite was slowly winning. I was about to take another needed sniff when my phone began to vibrate again. Angered, I grabbed the device and flung it across the room, then pulled out the only thing that managed to keep a bit of my raging insanity. It was a picture of Serafina, which I had slipped from her file. Her hands were crossed over her chest, giving more light to her cleavage and her hair which was wound in a high ponytail, gave more hint to her heterochromic eyes. Despite having her normal dark glare, she managed to calm my insides. My hands slowly trai
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. Thankf
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.T
RAPHEAL Don Columbus shot a grimace at me as he scribbled his writing into the paper. It wasn't supposed to concern me; but a part of me really wanted to know what Serafina had promised him. Because he wasn't easy to please. After signing, he pushed the papers to me and took a puff of
SERAFINA. Pulling a stool from the bar, I deliberately arched my back on it, towards Rapheal. Thrill washed through my body as I watched him fight against his pride and attraction towards me. As Don Columbus brished past him, he whispered. “That girl would end you.” Before placin







