CelestialForsaken

Dark Seraphim follows Selene, a being born of light and shadow, created in secret as part of a divine experiment. Hunted by both Heaven and Hell, she struggles to control powers that neither realm fully understands. When she crosses paths with Asrael, a warrior with his own mysterious past, an unbreakable bond forms between them—one that ties their fates together in ways they cannot yet comprehend.

As they journey through ancient ruins and uncover hidden truths, Selene and Asrael realize they are at the heart of a war centuries in the making. Dark forces lurk in the shadows, waiting for the moment to strike, and the line between friend and foe blurs. With celestial forces closing in and secrets unraveling, they must navigate a dangerous path where love and betrayal walk hand in hand.

In a world where even angels can fall, will Selene and Asrael embrace their destiny—or be consumed by it?

Dark Seraphim

Something had awakened in the darkness, and the ruins felt different now. More than the wind, something invincible and anticipatory was responsible for the subtle hum that reverberated though the stone walls.

Selene's fingers curled into the tatchel's scuffed leather. Although she was trying to focus on the road ahead, her mind kept going back to he strange bond she had with Asrael. There was more to her relationship with Asrael. She felt their was more to the relationship with Asrael. It was something deeper than a simple relationship, something none of them can fathom.

Asrael strolled next to her, his amber eyes flitting with contemplation. He hadn't said much since they were found. She was aware that, like her, he as attempting to make sense of it.

At last, she broke the stillness by saying, " We should talk about this"

"Which part?" Asrael glanced at her. "The fact that I can feel your magic? Or the part where my body seems to recognize something it shouldn't?"

Selene sighed. "All of it. This is not normal. And if we don't figure out what it means—"

"Then we're walking blind into something bigger than us," he finished, his voice softer. "I know."

She studied his face. He looked exhausted, but there was something else in his expression—something unreadable. He was scared. And that terrified her because Asrael never showed fear.

She hesitated before asking, "Do you trust me?"

Asrael stopped walking. The flickering torches lining the corridor cast shadows across his face as he turned to look at her. "I do."

The weight of those words settled between them like a tangible force. It wasn't just trust—it was an unspoken acknowledgment that whatever was happening, they were in it together.

The path through the ruins led them deeper underground, where the air grew colder and the silence thickened. Every step they took echoed, as if the walls were listening. Selene felt her magic stir under her skin, reacting to something unseen.

The moment they crossed into a large open chamber, Asrael gasped sharply, doubling over. Selene's heart lurched.

He dropped to one knee, gripping his chest, his breathing ragged. Energy crackled around him—her energy. It pulsed beneath his skin, the dark threads of magic weaving with something else. Light. A golden glow flickered around his fingers, clashing against the darkness in a chaotic dance.

"It's… too much," he gritted out. "I can't—"

Selene knelt beside him, her hands instinctively reaching for his. "Breathe. Don't fight it—let it flow."

Asrael's jaw clenched, but he followed her lead. His breathing slowed, and the warring energies began to merge instead of collide. The dark and light, hers and his, entwined in perfect synchrony.

When Asrael opened his eyes, they weren't just gold anymore. They shimmered with threads of silver, like liquid moonlight.

Selene swallowed hard. "You're changing."

Chapter Eleven – Whispers of the Unknown