Chapter 2 rejected ParadiseParadise

Disclaimer: This story contains fictional characters, events, and settings, including mature themes such as violence, emotional distress, and supernatural elements. The narrative may explore intense emotions, difficult life situations, and character trauma. Reader discretion is advised. All characters and events are fictional and not intended to represent any real individuals or situations.

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"Anya Seraphina, are you in there? I heard what happened between you and Ronan - he's such a prick! I know we haven't talked in a while because of work, but I want to be there for you - no, I will be there for you and your child!" A sharp knock rattled the door, her voice growing more insistent. "Seraphina, please, let me in. Don't make me break this door down!"

Her words were met with nothing but the oppressive silence seeping from the other side of the door. She let out a frustrated breath, her fist dragging down the smooth wood, scraping the skin raw. "Seraphina... don't you remember the academy?" She pressed her forehead against the door, voice muffled.

"How I worked so hard for some kind of recognition - from the noble kids, from... from everyone? It all felt so meaningless! I became the cheery mask I shoved onto my face, but... but you and Ronan saw through that when nobody else did. When even I couldn't. I know we've drifted apart over the years, but the two of you were my first and only genuine friends. I wouldn't know what it was like to be myself without you."

She paused, hopeful, holding her breath as if expecting the door to open, or Seraphina's voice to pierce the tension. But when the silence only thickened, disappointment weighed down her shoulders, heating her cheeks with embarrassment.

"Come on, Seraphina," she huffed, straightening. "I just poured my heart out to you. Throw me a bone." Still, there was no answer. The embarrassment quickly hardened into irritation. She stepped back, fists clenching at her sides. "You know what? Fuck you! I'm coming in!"



Summoning a surge of energy, she felt the familiar burn of magic course through her veins. With a sharp glare at the door, she reeled back her arm and punched the wood. It splintered under her knuckles, sending a jolt of pain up her arm. Undeterred, she punched again and again, ignoring the blood trickling down her skin as cracks formed and wood splintered. A final blow was enough to make a hole large enough for her hand to slip through. She fumbled for the doorknob, fingers trembling as she turned the lock and swung the door open.

"Seraphina?" she called out, voice trembling with desperation as her eyes swept over the ransacked room. Panic clawed at her throat. The bed lay stripped, drawers hung open, their contents strewn across the floor. The colorful posters that had once filled the walls were gone, leaving only ghostly stains behind.

Her heart clenched painfully in her chest. "No... oh, gods, Seraphina," she whispered, stepping forward, her feet moving almost of their own accord. She dropped to her knees beside the bare bed, tears stinging her eyes as she stared down at the blood on her knuckles. "You idiot... Seraphina, where the hell are you?"



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In a remote cabin, far from the chaos of the city, Seraphina sat in an old rocking chair, gently cradling her swollen belly. The soft creaking of the chair melded with the distant sounds of the village, faint and almost forgotten. The sunset cast a warm, golden glow through the trees outside, but as night crept closer, a familiar sense of unease settled over her.

Seraphina sighed, her fingers tracing the curve of her stomach, feeling the faint movements of the life growing inside her. "Please, my sweet child," she whispered, her voice fragile. "Grow strong and healthy. I need you to make it."

Her gaze drifted to the window, where the trees swayed gently in the evening breeze. She told herself that leaving the city had been the right choice. She wasn't running away; she was starting over.

But doubt crept into her thoughts. Was it really the right choice? Her hands trembled slightly as she held her belly, her mind racing. "I should have stayed," she muttered. "I should have had a doctor with me. But how could I ask someone to live out here, in the middle of nowhere, with... with what I am?" Her voice wavered, a mix of fear and frustration bubbling to the surface. "God, I hope this child makes it... before I turn."

She closed her eyes, trying to suppress the rising panic. It had been months since she was bitten. Three and a half months, to be exact. And yet, she hadn't shown any signs of turning. Her fingers brushed the side of her neck, where the vampire's bite had scarred her skin. "Maybe it's a miracle," she whispered, trying to convince herself. "Maybe I'm... different."



Her body ached from the long journey to the cabin. Every muscle felt strained, especially her legs and lower back. Riding a horse in her condition had been foolish, but there hadn't been much choice. The journey had been long, the horse cheap and rundown, but it had gotten her here.

As she shifted in the chair, her thoughts drifted to her father. He would've fixed this place up by now, she thought, smiling sadly. He had taught her how to work with wood, how to build and repair. This cabin, though worn, could become a home with time and effort.

Tears welled in her eyes as memories of her parents and brother resurfaced. "I wish you could be here to see this... to see me with my own child." Her voice cracked, and the tears flowed freely, streaking her face. "I miss you. I miss you so much..."

But even in her sadness, a quiet strength began to stir. She wiped her tears, forcing a small smile. "I have to stay calm," she whispered. "I can't let this get to me. Whatever happens... I'll deal with it. I don't care what happens to me, as long as you're okay, my sweet baby."

Seraphina's fingers absently traced her belly again, her thoughts turning to names. "I've always liked flowers," she mused, her voice softer now. "I want your name to mean something... something special." But as the thought came, she shook her head gently, chuckling. "It's too early for that, isn't it?"

As the chair rocked gently, Seraphina's thoughts wandered back to the night she was bitten, the night everything changed. Her hand reached up, pressing lightly against her neck, where the memory of Ronan's betrayal stung just as sharply as the bite.

"It's all Ronan's fault," she murmured bitterly. "That bastard..." Is it really maybe I could have..... I could've handled it better. I could've handled him better."and it's not like I'm innocent myself as well how you doing man Tears filled her eyes again as she rubbed the scar. "Why didn't I see it coming? What if I... what if I lose you, too?"

Her gaze turned to the darkening woods outside, where the shadows seemed to grow more ominous by the minute. This is vampire country, she reminded herself. No wonder the place was so cheap. Country vampires were weaker than city ones, but still, she knew the danger. She'd been careless, driven by desperation.

But as she thought about the weak, scattered vampires in the countryside, a wicked smirk tugged at her lips. "They won't be much trouble," she muttered. Even pregnant, the thought of hunting them down brought a grim satisfaction. "Killing those bastards always felt good."

Her smile faded, and she leaned back in the chair, closing her eyes. "But none of that matters now. All that matters is you, my child. I'll protect you... no matter what it takes."

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A Goddess Summoning**

Far in the past, removed from Seraphina's hidden refuge, a resplendent portal materialized in the center of a high school classroom. Its light was blinding, a swirling vortex of color that swallowed the room whole. When the glow finally dimmed, the students found themselves in a strange, radiant realm-a place unlike anything they had ever seen.

Before them stood a goddess, her ethereal form exuding an aura of undeniable power and authority. She glowed with colors and light that the students couldn't comprehend, hues beyond the scope of human sight. Her presence was overwhelming, as if they were looking at something from a higher dimension, something their minds could barely grasp.

"Welcome, valiant souls," the goddess proclaimed, her voice ringing out not just in the air but inside the students' very minds. They felt her words, as if the sound resonated in their bones and spirits, reverberating through their entire beings. It was unsettling, disorienting, but impossible to ignore.



"A prophecy foretells the emergence of a new demon lord," she continued, her tone infused with divine authority. "One who will unleash chaos upon this realm. I require your assistance to avert this impending disaster."

The group of students stood frozen, struggling to comprehend what was happening. Panic, disbelief, and confusion gripped them as they processed the words.

Lamar, his voice trembling, was the first to speak, his thoughts pouring out in a rapid jumble. "What... what is this place? Where am I? Where's my body?" He waved his hands in front of his face, trying to feel something-anything-but his fingers passed through the air like he was nothing more than a phantom.

Beside him, Lily let out a piercing scream. She clawed at her face, her hands trembling as they slipped through her skin like mist. "I can't feel anything! It's like... like I'm a ghost!" Her voice quivered with growing hysteria. "What is going on? This can't be real! I don't feel real!"

Reuni dropped to her knees, her body shaking as she stared at the ground in horror. "This isn't happening. This can't be happening." She pressed her hands to her face, rocking back and forth as she muttered to herself.



"This isn't real. I'm hallucinating. I'm... dissociating." Her voice cracked as panic took over, and in desperation, she slammed her head against the ground, trying to wake herself up. "Wake up! Wake up, damn it!" But no pain came. She felt nothing. She was numb, her body a hollow vessel.

Connor, however, seemed to be in a world of his own, his face lit up with uncontainable excitement. "YES! Hell yeah! Oh my god, this is a dream come true!" His grin was wide and genuine, eyes sparkling as he turned to the goddess. "You summoned us to this world, didn't you? I bet it's to destroy some kind of demon king, right?" He practically bounced on the balls of his feet, brimming with glee.

His friend Rin, equally enthusiastic, clapped him on the back. "This is insane! It's just like one of those isekai novels. We're going to be heroes!" They laughed, the only ones in the group who seemed remotely happy to be there, hugging each other in excitement.

Meanwhile, Rosar and his two delinquent friends, Chloe and Keith, remained tense, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of danger. Rosar's fists were clenched, knuckles white as he took a step forward, his jaw set in a hard line. Keith stood close behind, his posture ready for action. None of them spoke, but their silent readiness spoke volumes-they were on edge, prepared to fight if necessary.

The rest of the class murmured among themselves, voices low and anxious. "What the hell just happened?" one student muttered under their breath. "I thought we were dead. There was an explosion, wasn't there?"

The goddess laughed, a soft, chiming sound that echoed through the strange realm, but there was a sharp edge to it. "Oh, that explosion wasn't just any explosion," she said, amusement flickering in her eyes. "It was holy. Please refrain from using profanities in my presence."

The students stiffened at her words, the lighthearted tone clashing with the ominous undercurrent of power in her voice.

Omara, the class representative, took a deep breath and stepped forward, though her hands trembled slightly as she addressed the goddess. "Where... are we?" she asked, her voice wavering but determined. "Are you the one who brought us here?" She glanced nervously at her classmates, as if seeking reassurance.

The goddess's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Your world harbors untapped magic," she said smoothly. "And I have bestowed upon you enhanced abilities. You shall wield power greater than most denizens of this land."

Omara's expression hardened, her brow furrowing as frustration crept into her voice. "That's not what the hell I asked you!" she snapped, her eyes narrowing. "Are you or are you not the one who brought us here or not?" Her voice grew sharper, more commanding as she gestured to the other students, her fear turning into anger. "We're not warriors! This isn't some kind of fantastic adventure!"

The goddess's smile vanished, her expression growing cold and unyielding. The air around her seemed to shift, becoming heavier, and the students could feel the temperature drop as the light in her eyes darkened. A sudden chill ran through the group.

"Are you denying my request?" the goddess asked, her voice low and icy. Each word cut through the air like a blade, and the weight of her presence pressed down on the students with suffocating force. "Understand this: refusal is not an option."

Omara faltered, her earlier confidence shaken by the raw power emanating from the goddess. She glanced back at her classmates, her face pale, and swallowed hard. Though fear gnawed at her resolve, she refused to back down, her trembling hands clenched into fists. But she knew, deep down, that they were trapped. There was no way out. The goddess had made that painfully clear.

The students exchanged nervous glances, the realization settling in like a cold weight in their stomachs. Their fate had been sealed the moment they stepped through the portal.

Author's note

Isn't the goddess such a kind and wonderful being best wishes to her

Please tell me what you guys would do in this situation?