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

The air between them felt charged, thick with something neither of them could name. Asrael hadn't spoken since pulling his hand away from the stone, but Selene could feel the tremors in his energy—like a storm barely held at bay.

Selene exhaled slowly, trying to steady herself. "Are you alright?"

Asrael hesitated, his gaze distant. "I don't know."

That answer sent a shiver through her. She had never heard him sound uncertain before. He always had an edge to his voice—calculated, confident. Now, there was something raw beneath the surface.

She took a cautious step closer. "Tell me what you felt."

His hands curled into fists, the tension in his shoulders evident. "It wasn't just voices, Selene. It was memories—flashes of things I've never seen, never lived. But they felt real."

Selene's heart clenched. "Memories? Whose?"

Asrael met her gaze then, his silver eyes searching hers as if she held the answers. "Ours."

Selene's breath hitched. The bond between them was changing, growing stronger in ways neither of them had anticipated. If Asrael was experiencing her memories—or worse, a past neither of them remembered—what did that mean for them?

She reached for his hand without thinking, her fingers brushing against his. A sharp jolt of energy coursed through her, not painful, but overwhelming. Her mind was filled with visions snapshots of the blood stained battlefield, a shadowed temple, two figures standing side by side their faces hidden but recognizable.

She stumbled back, gasping. Before she could collapse, Asrael grabbed her with a hard compassionate hold. You witnessed it well, "he said

Finding it difficult to speak, she nodded. Asrael, what is this? What do you see?

He said, "I don't know," However, this connection is arousing something within us."

A powerful rumbling rocked the surrounding ruins before Selene could react .The walls moaned under an invincible power, and dust poured down from the ceiling. Their faces were covered in the spooky silver patterns as the carvings on the entryway sprang to life once ore, this time with more brightness .

A low, ancient knowing voice sounded though the room.

You're not prepared. However, the decision is no longer yours.

Selene's blood turned to ice. She glanced at Asrael, but he was already moving, stepping in front of her protectively. "Who's there?" he demanded.

No answer. Just silence. But Selene felt it—the presence lurking just beyond their reach, watching, waiting.

She swallowed hard, fingers tightening around the dagger at her waist. "I don't think we're alone."

Asrael's jaw clenched. "Then we'd better be ready."

Chapter Fifteen – Echoes of the Past