All Chapters of The Devil's Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The cell they placed her in wasn’t cold or damp. It was worse.It was luxurious.Polished marble floors, velvet drapes, a king-sized bed covered in dark silks. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting soft golden light across the room. A small dining table had been set with silverware she hadn’t touched. Even the scent in the air—citrus and musk—was designed to lull her into forgetting she was a prisoner.But Seraphina hadn’t forgotten.This wasn’t a room.It was a cage.She sat on the edge of the bed, back rigid, every muscle tense. The door had no visible lock, but she knew better than to try it. Guards were posted just outside. She could hear them breathe, shift their weight, murmur to each other in low tones when they thought she couldn’t hear.Her wrists were unbound now, but the sensation of those enchanted ropes still lingered, like phantom shackles. Dante hadn’t spoken to her since delivering her here the night before. No threats, no commands, not even a warning.That silen

There were two moons in the sky.Seraphina blinked at them through the tower window, heart thudding. One silver. One blood-red.That wasn’t normal. That wasn’t Earth.She wasn’t dreaming.The realization settled over her like ash after a firestorm. Something had changed. Something fundamental.When she woke that morning, the walls of her suite were different—smoother, darker, like they’d shifted overnight. Her reflection in the mirror flickered, just for a second, with eyes that glowed faintly gold.And when she’d touched the black ring Dante sent her the day before, her skin had sparked.Not pain.Recognition.As if it belonged.As if she belonged.A soft chime echoed from above. The chandelier pulsed once with light, and her door opened by itself with a gentle creak.She didn’t flinch.This place no longer played by human rules.She dressed quickly—black jeans, a fitted top, boots that made no noise when she moved. Practical. Strong. Ready.When she stepped into the hallway, there w

The Gate didn’t close behind her—it pulsed. A heartbeat made of light and flame and secrets Seraphina wasn’t meant to know. As she stumbled back into the world of the living, the wind howled like it had been holding its breath. Her gauntlet still glowed. Her body trembled. And her name… no longer felt like her own. She wasn’t just Seraphina anymore. She was the Warden. Dante stood a few feet away, his blade sheathed but his posture tense. When she collapsed, he caught her before her knees met the stone. “You’re back,” he said. “I’m changed.” He didn’t argue. He saw it in her eyes. --- The council chamber felt colder that night. Lucien stood against the wall like a shadow, and Eveline sat stone-faced, reading the latest dispatches. House Miraz had moved again—raising armies, recruiting Gateborn remnants. Preparing for war. But it wasn’t just war Seraphina feared. It was the dream. The same one every night since she touched the Gate’s heart. A throne made of bone. Eyes

The silence after the cheering was the loudest sound Seraphina had ever heard. Back in the high halls of the palace, the echo of the people’s roar still lingered, but so did the weight of it. Her victory in Bael had sealed more than a ritual. It had sealed her place. In their hearts. And in their fears. She stood before a fire in the war room, her arms crossed, gaze fixed on the dancing flames. The light made her gauntlet gleam like polished steel—but it also cast flickers of shadow that seemed alive. Behind her, Eveline entered, a scroll in her hand. “Another letter from the House of Miraz,” she said, voice clipped. Seraphina didn’t turn. “Let me guess. Another insult disguised as an offer.” “They’re calling a tribunal.” Seraphina turned, brows rising. “A tribunal?” “To question your right to rule. They’re calling it ‘a council of balance.’ They want to strip you of authority over the flame.” “Cowards,” Lucien growled, appearing in the doorway. “They’d rather hi

The ash had barely settled over the battlefield when the rumors began.Kaelith was dead. The rebellion shattered. The Flameborn Queen had stood against darkness and burned it away. But power, Seraphina knew, was a fragile thing. Even fire could flicker if starved.She stood at the palace balcony as dawn broke over the capital. Below, the people stirred with cautious hope. In the far distance, the Ash Valleys still smoldered—remnants of a war won in blood, not peace.“I crowned myself in light,” Seraphina whispered. “But I rule in the shadow of what comes next.”Behind her, Dante approached, his steps soft but deliberate. He didn’t speak at first, only placed a hand on the small of her back. It grounded her.“They’ll expect something today,” he said.“They always do.”“And you’ll give it to them.”“Not what they think.” She turned to him. “The rebellion’s not over, Dante. We ended the figurehead. Not the belief.”His jaw tightened. “Then what’s the plan?”She stared toward the Ashline.