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He smiled, staring down at our hands. “Never knew it was gonna end this way, I wish I met you sooner.” I doubt if it would have changed anything if we met sooner. I could tell him all the secrets, but there was a secret that I couldn’t tell. A secret that’s gonna lie with me for a long time. That I, Seraphim was living a reborn life. We sat down with our legs touching the waters after taking off our shoes, I turned when I saw Raelle and Sebastian sitting next to us with Devon in their arms.

The souls of these people are pure, and their auras sparkle with silver. Most bearers of Selene's gift live in their mountaintop cities. This is possible thanks to their unique Power - when a seraphim is faced with a life-threatening situation, its energy can take on a physical form in the form of wings. Unlike our Power, which cannot be seen and is impermanent, the Seraphim's Power takes on a physical form and remains so forever. At the same time, their magical abilities decrease, so many seraphim own weapons, compensating for what they have lost.

“It’s you that has no right to be here. Violet saved me from you sick fucks. Phoenixes don’t take that lightly. We repay that type of kindness by forming life-bonds, which means it’s my duty and honor to protect her just like she protected me. What you tried here with your witch’s black magic won’t work. Let me return the favor. Enjoy your very own phoenix brand.” Seraphina’s body glowed brightly, taking on an aura of fire. She didn’t shift into her phoenix but did tap into it. Fire shot out from her palm and hit his forehead. Whatever she did allowed my body to break free from what was restraining me. His scream brought a pleased grin to my face. He deserved this pain and so much more for e

Damien plugged the drive into his holopad and frowned. “Siberia,” he muttered. “Of course.” Ava narrowed her eyes. “This place Project Nephilim it’s not a lab. It’s a womb.” Seraphina was no longer just a prototype. Her pod had drained. She now stood upright, dressed in a thin, silver gown that shimmered like liquid mercury. Her hair fell in wet curls past her shoulders, and her eyes unnaturally large and silver-flecked glowed faintly even in the dark.

Numb the pain. I wanted something now, not to numb the pain though, but to wipe what I'd seen from my head. How could I lock away what he'd shown me? There wasn't a trinket box big enough to hold that horror. Behold the Seraphim , he'd said. Born of fire . The Great Winged Serpents. Caretakers of the Throne. Destroyers of the First. Changeless. Eternal . The Highest of the Most High . They are your gods. They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation.

I watched his finger moving in circles on the surface of the polished metal table top. "I know, I'm not worthy, besides there have been many young bucks sniffing around intent on courting her. Even an angel came knocking at my door," he said with wide eyes as if still in shock about it. I grinned as Salgos told me about the angel that had taken an interest in Cyra. Apparently he had come when Lucifer was busy with us in the human realm. "He's an attractive man, shoulder length black wavy hair and blue, blue eyes. He has black feather wings. His name was Seraph and he's the son of Abaddon." I gasped softly and swallowed uncomfortably not realizing he had another son besides Ronin.

In a matter of seconds, they collapsed to the ground, lifeless. My heart raced as I knelt beside one of the witches, my eyes widening as I noticed a tattoo on her neck. It was a symbol I had never seen before. “What is this?” I asked, pointing to the mark. Seraphina’s expression darkened. “It’s a tattoo of vow. It means they swore not to reveal their plan, and if they did, they would die. That’s why they died when they started talking.” I stood up, a sense of dread settling over me. “So, they were willing to die to keep their secrets?”

Oh, his tattoos… Seraphina could practically drool at the sight of them, especially the serpent coiled along his forearm. Jacob radiated danger with just one look and for reasons she couldn’t explain, she craved that danger. Craved it so badly that she was now in her room, legs spread wide, fingers pumping in and out of her dripping pussy… moaning the name of a man she had never taken vows with, yet who made her feel so desperate. Fuck, she had never felt this good touching herself before. With one hand sliding in and out of her soaked pussy, the other clenched tightly around the sheets, her eyes hooded with nothing but raw pleasure—she was so close. So damn close, her walls thighened around

She lit a lantern, revealing rows of old blankets, dry food, and stored wine. “Lie down,” she said, voice thinner now. “I’ll clean your wound.” He obeyed, groaning as he peeled off his shirt. Her eyes locked onto the bare expanse of his chest—inked in swirling black tattoos, scars carved into muscle. Her fingers fumbled as she dabbed alcohol on the wound, and he hissed, grabbing her thigh tightly. “You got a name, Sister?” “Seraphina.” He chuckled. “An angel. Of course.”

Since the witches returned to her body, Seraph was able to hog on her spiritual energy alone, letting her experience the joy of a spirit with a complete and concrete form. When Seraph raised her head back up, her features were seen and if someone saw them together, they would probably mistake them as sisters as they looked so much alike. Seraph was floating, exuding an orange light. Her long, flowy hair was also gently swaying as she hovered in the air. She looked like a free spirit, and this was true, because she and Amaryah were not equals yet. Seraph was waiting to be branded as she looked at Amaryah with expectant eyes, so Amaryah immediately began chanting.