In a dimlit study room , ancient architecture spoke volumes and it was eye catching.
At the office chair sat seraphim, the dark angel himself...
Beautiful yet deadly , face that was carved with forgotten marble and glassy cold eyes that send shivers down the spine.
He sat majestically twirling a wine glass in his hands, the air was thick and filled with his aura .
The door opens and a woman catwalks in dressed to kill in bloody red , her hair kissing her butt .
She is Nyxeria , his immortal mistress bound to him by centuries of passion, blood and darkness .
Nyxeria sold her soul to him for years of immortality, she is now an empty vessel with a little supernatural power following him around.
" My lord " she drawls sweetly leaning on the desk deliberately showing her boobs.
Seraphim eyes was glued to his wine not sparing her a glance .
She smiles not minding his coldness, she was used to it already.
" Allow me to please you my lord "
She trots to him , gently turning the his chair to face her and slowly unbuckles his trousers.
Seraphim drags his eyes from the wine glass watching her coldly , no single reaction on his face .
" Allow me my lord " she beams her hands trailing to his length stroking it gently.
Her small mouth took his huge length at once , she gags at the size trying to adjust to his huge length.
He was huge , wide and definitely lengthy.
Nyxeria sucks him slowly, moaning at the feel of him in her mouth , her mouth going up and down .
He leans back closing his eyes , not a single sound came from him,it was like she was giving a stautue a blowjob.
Soon he came all over on her face, she sallowed every bit ... Licking his cum greedily.
Nyxeria gently zipped his trousers back and dusting invisible dust from his shirt .
" It is an honour to please you my lord "
His long lashes fluttered open and the beautiful glassy eyes came in view , Nyxeria almost melted at the sight fuck how can a man oh that's a mistake... How can a dark angel be so beautiful.
" Seat down Nyxeria" his voice was cold and chilly, filled with magnifying aura.
She shivers sitting down biting back a smile cause he called her by her name .
A man appeared in there front, he was the definition of a grim reaper , his hair dark and eyes black and shallow as the depths of the sea.
He is vaelric , seraphim most trusted accomplice , he was cast down from heaven with seraphim and they've roamed the earth from the beginning of time.
" My lord , I bring you good news " he said bowing
Seraphim turns his gaze to him leaning forward. " Speak "
" I have finally discovered the location of the celestial key "
Nyxeria gasps her eyes widens in shock , finally the key has been found after many centuries of looking for it .
" Hm I see " Seraphim mutters his thin lips barely moving.
Celestial key : it is the heavenly and only key to open the gates of cold heaven.
" But the problem is your father Solmai embedded the celestial key info the soul of a yet to be born human child and the child must reach of age before it awakens " vaelric states .
Nyxeria frowns folding her fist angrily, that bastard old fool is really cunning.
" Solmai is the perfect definition for stupid, why would he do that ".
Vaelric eyes her , right from time they've been on each others neck.. he sees her as a bitch trying to climb a big thigh .
" Yeah right "
Seraphim stands up slowly and summons his crystal ball , it appears levitating in the air.
With a wave of hand it came to life and two couple were seen sleeping under a bridge and the wife was pregnant.
He smirks , his raven dark eyes glinting with something unknown.
" My lord what is your next move " Nyxeria asks .
Seraphim smirks again and vanished leaving a chilly air behind .
EIGHTEEN YEARS LATER.
The grey morning sky loomed over the battered foster home were Aridalle spent the last of twelve years –forgotten , strange and always out of place .
She sat outside on a worn wooden steps , humming softly to herself and drawing on the sand... She giggled occasionally at the funny things she drew.
Her sparkling huge eyes flickering towards the huge closer iron gates, long hair veiled her face like curtain.
She had long given up hope of anyone adopting her and has decided to spend the rest of her life here .
Aridalle sighs pouting, her hands busy packing sands and making sand castles, she wasn't in a good mood cause the mysterious man did not come to her in the dream today .
Everyday she dreams of a man sitting on a throne watching her silently, shadows rested on him so she couldn't see his face .
She winces holding her shoulder, the pain hit her again and she groans dropping on her knees ... A strange mark was on her upper back close to her shoulder, it has always been there and the pain comes occasionally.
She hears footsteps and female voices , they stop at her front .
" Oh look who's finally turning eighteen " the first girl said smirking.
Her minions laughed .
" It's the dumb freak , she's eighteen but still behaves like a four year old " another points out snickering.
Aridalle looks down blinking back tears , these girls has always been mean to her for no reason.
" Let us give you a birthday present uh "
They laugh .
" Amanda that's cool "
She smirks looking down at Aridalle sitting on the ground.
" I-I don't want any present " she mutters still looking down
Amanda chuckles darkly and grabs her by her hair roughly " oh you have no say in this matter dummy "
" Pls let me go " she sobs struggling to free herself.
Other children and teenagers gather laughing, even some of the foster mothers watched from inside making no attempt to intervene .
" Sorry dumdum but you're life will be forever miserable " Amanda said her grip on her hair getting tight .
She lets go of her hair suddenly and Aridalle falls to the ground almost spraining her ankle.
Amanda catwalks to her ready to strike her again but ....
The sky darkened suddenly, the sun disappears out of sight and a chill wind swept through the court yard ... Every window and door rattled .
A car , sleek black and too elegant for this place , it pulled up slowly passing through the gates that opened by itself.
The engine cut off and the door opened slowly with a soft hiss and he stepped out .
Seraphim.
Tall , imposing graceful and with a beautiful face made from rare gem stone . Dressed in black with sliver caps and a coat that swayed like the mist , he walked like royalty or a reaper .
All chatter died , the air itself held it's breath .
He walked straight to her .
Aridalle looked up – eyes wide , unblinking – , he is the man in her dreams , the one who watched her silently every night .
" You " she whispered
He bent to her level , towering over her and brushed a lock of hair from her face . His voice was velvet and ice .
" It's time" he said " you belong to me "
Amanda breaks out of the trance , stepping forward, not believing someone rich and handsome will take Aridalle.
" Uh handsome mister , if you adopt her she will bring nothing but bad luck .... She's just a wasted bitch "
Seraphim cold gaze meets hers and she was sent flying , hitting the iron gates and landed straight on a pole .
It pieced through her chest coming out from her back , she stayed still dead.
Gasps filled the air , children burst into tears and teenagers moved back as they witnessed that brutal death.
Aridalle blinks in surprise as she stared at Amanda's body still stuck on the pole ... What just happened , her mind couldn't process what just happened.
One of the foster mothers steps forward trembling.
" S-Sir if you want to adopt her pls you need to sign some papers"
Seraphim chuckles, his dark laughter ringing in the air ... Everyone steps back shivering.
" She's my bride , I don't need to sign papers to claim her "
Without another word he held out his hand to Aridalle.
Still somehow scared and childlike, she placed her hands in his .
The wind howled and together they vanished.