Sera From Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

With Reynard’s approaching steps, I pushed back and away from him in confusion and fright. "Tell me which one is the true Serena? The one I am looking at now, who cares and is open to showing her emotions, or the one who only likes to follow Daxon’s lead." As he stopped in front of me and explained his question better, I understood he had yet to find out there were more shades to Serena than he could ever expect. For instance, Serena, was in contact with him all this time when she was in her sister’s body. "Oh!" I looked down to take a deep breath.

I silently materialized and pull Axar to me, so he cannot see what I know is about to happen. Sera continues this weird spastic battle, body jerking as her control goes back and fourth. Tears coat her face as she relents and dips her head to Barima's. Her long forked tongue slips out and laps the blood from Barima's temple. She involuntarily moans and a light rumble breaks her chest. Barima's terror fills the air around us as she realizes her mistake. Sera might be a half breed, but she is the Devil we don't know. She has underestimated her and pushed too far.

He declares firmly. Sera shakes her head, her legs wobbling as she backs away from him. “Please don't punish me.. I know I failed my mission, and even killed your favorite blood slut, but please forgive. Don't sell into Eternal Haven, I don't want to be a blood back to hungry vampires.” She pleads earnestly. Her unstable legs fail her but before she can fall on her ass, Luca catches her, lifting her up in his arms. “Pl-please, don't take me back with you…” Sera shakes her head, kicks, and tries to get off Luca’s hard grip to no avail.

Sera held a wooden bowl in one hand and knelt down, placing the bowl on the ground beside Heather though she was clearly talking to someone else. "Your life ended abruptly. Let the blood of this witch bring you back that you may live as you were meant to." As Sera spoke, smoke rose from the bowl and swirled above her before moving over to Heather's slack body. "We need to do something now, Cin," Gabe hissed. "I know," I said. But what? What could we do to stop this? It dawned on me why Sera had selected Heather as her victim. It was because while Heather considered herself a girl, she still had boy parts.

Once she’s certain he’s gone she turns off the burrower, “Okay, he’s gone. Serena can come down if she still wants to.” She speaks to the camera, and retrieves the ‘burrower’ and places it on the table out of the way. Serena joins her outside the room, “Do you want me to stay?” Serena nods, looking nervous but angry. “Okay, I’ll be by the door, do your thing.” She smirks and nods. Eliza stands in the doorway, leaning to watch her sister. Serena, being a mix of Blood-Witch and Bone-Witch, means that she’s an incredible healer. But she’s also one of the most dangerous types of Witches. She remembers telling Ash and Kai about the time she’d been forced to kill by Mason,

"Seers can be trained to detect supernaturals, but natural aura-reading is rare. Usually a Vital trait, and even then, it takes years of practice." "Great. Add it to the list of things that make me a target." I sigh, leaning against the wall. "So what now? Are you going to turn me in to whoever you're really working for?" Sera has the decency to look somewhat ashamed. "I'm not working for anyone. I really am looking for my brother. He disappeared three months ago—not six, I exaggerated that part—but the rest was true. He's a fire Elemental like me. We were living quietly, keeping our heads down, when the Sentinels took him."

It is strong, but nothing suspicious. “I love it,” she whispers. But suddenly, the world blurs. Her wolf shuts down. “W… what have you done to me?!” Hyera cries weakly, collapsing onto the lawn chair. “What I should have done the moment you walked into this pack!” Serah snarls, her mask of sweetness shattering, revealing the hatred burning in her eyes. Hyera tries to rise, to open the mindlink and call for help, but she is too weak. It feels as though invisible chains are pinning her down.

“How much do you know about the relic, Serena?” “I know that it’s about a thousand years old. It’s a statue of the goddess Sirona, an ancient Celtic goddess of healing. And that’s all I know. Oh, and I look like her. Whoopie for me! Wait a minute. I look like her. She’s the Goddess of Healing, but she’s a statue, and I’m real. Son of a bitch!” Serena shot up from her seat, her hands flying to her gaping mouth. “Raphael, don’t you see? It finally makes sense! He thinks I’m her!” She paced the floor and stopped cold, looking Raphael square in the eyes.

FLASHBACK The hallway was suspiciously dark. Teenage Renzo crept down it like a man who’d survived too many betrayals. He rounded the corner— BOOM. White powder. Sirens. Glitter. A screaming rubber chicken. “SANTISSIMA MADONNA—!” Luca burst out of a closet with a ladle. “I TOLD YOU THEY WERE PLANNING SOMETHING!” “MY EYES!” Renzo screamed, flailing like a startled raccoon. From the far end of the hall, two figures emerged. One had a smoke bomb. The other wore a colander for a helmet.

Lyra and the healer were already waiting, faces solemn but supportive. “It’s alright, Sera,” Lyra said softly. “We’re here.” The healer stepped back, giving Sera space. I laid her gently on the moss, brushing her hair from her sweat-damp forehead. Her eyes met mine—terrified, trusting, impossibly strong. “Kade,” she whispered. “It hurts.” “I know, sweetheart.” I took her hand. “Listen to my voice. I’m right here. I won’t let you go.” SERA