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 only sound to break the stillness of the runs was the gentle crackle of torches. The weight of ages pressing against her skin caused Selene's fingers to shake as she traced the old markings on the wall. She looked to Asrael, who was staring at an unknown location with an weird expression.

Even when she whispers, "We shouldn't stay here," she is aware that they are unable to return. Something ancient a power to change reality was pulling them further into the unknown.

With a leisurely breath, Asrael's fingers brushed the back of his hand, a nervous habit she had only just become aware of.

"Selene, back there… when you called me back, I felt something change inside me. It was like I wasn't entirely myself. But when I heard your voice, I—" He stopped himself, shaking his head. "I don't know what's happening to me."

Selene swallowed hard. She had felt it too, that invisible thread between them tightening, as if their souls had brushed against each other for the briefest moment. "Maybe the ruins hold the answer. Maybe—"

A sudden chill rushed down her spine, cutting her off. The torches flickered violently, casting erratic shadows along the walls. A whisper—soft, almost mournful—echoed through the chamber.

Selene's breath hitched. "Did you hear that?"

Asrael nodded, his posture rigid. "We're not alone."

The shadows in the room seemed to twist and move in an odd way. Selene tightened her grasp on her daggers, her heart hammering between her ribs. As he moved closer, Asrael's warmth grounded her despite the cold pressing in from all sides

Who's there ? Despite the tension crackling in the air, Asrael's voice remained calm as it boomed though the silence .

There was nothing at first just the eerie silence of a long forgotten location power stirred, a low hum shook though the walls, the engravings

"It's a warning," he murmured, his voice distant, as though something else was speaking through him. "The ruins were not meant to be disturbed."

After a moment of hesitation, Selene touched his arm. Remain with me, Asrael. Don't let it lead you astray.

He blinked , gasping for air, as though he was dragging himself back from the brink of something invisible. "I'm present. I simply...He raked a hand though his hair, clearly annoyed. All of this is beyond my comprehension. I also detest not knowing.

In spite of everything, she gave a slight smile." Welcome to my world."

For a brief time, despite all of this chaos, there was something human, almost normal, between them. Then whatever tranquility they had discovered was destroyed when the walls shook an the illumination become brighter.

Chapter Sixteen – Echoes of Fate