Seraseraphim Stories

Sera knew the day would come when she would be forced to choose between protecting her daughter and protecting her people, but you can't protect someone you've already lost. She was what heaven needed to be safe, and she was what Emily needed to be safe. It was a choice no one could ever make, not even herself.

Being fueled blindly by anger can lead to terrible things. I thought I was a victim of it until... I learned the truth. Being the receiving end of someone's passion, someone's adoration, and even obsession led to my death. That day I tried to protect my son but, it felt like i was in a maze. A maze filled with strange fog almost clouding my mind. I thought I was dying when I breathed it in. I thought that this was how I died. By the hands of a friend that left me directly to the void of my own life. ... But that wasn't the cause of my Death. ____________________________________ Warning! Will have mentions of killing, gore, yandere, trauma, insomnia, obsession, stalking, creepy behavior, toxic relationship, kidnapping, manipulation, gaslighting, and more so you've been warned. This is a sapphic book. This means it's a Yandere Hazbin Hotel female various x female reader. Just to clear that out for y'all. Don't want to make you think this is a straight book. [ Has been given to a friend.]

--SET AFTER SEASON 2 EPISODE 8-- When Angel Dust leaves the hotel, Husker is more depressed than ever, only turning to Cherri Bomb for advice and comfort as she was there when Angel left. But, when Husk and Angel by chance bump into each other again, what will happen? Will Husk be able to convince Angel to return? Or will Angel manage to push all of his friends away once again? DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF HAZBIN HOTEL, ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO VIVZIEPOP AND A24 MEDIA!!

The light was so cold, A voyage of hidden shadows, It enraptured my heart in its mist. How could I possibly see these bars differently? Sentimental value is all I have left. God if you'd had let me know, Maybe, Maybe my love wouldn't be in the fires. Gaping mouths of charred souls, Both pure and unpure. Even the mistress ate my flesh. If only I had known, maybe the cavity in my chest would be whole. I danced on sharpened wires as I fed delusions. I breathed the toxins of paradise. I strayed to my griefs. Paint strokes of my desires were disappointing. I was confounded in a shell of my own doing. Death took me far from my time. The divine aren't so holy, are they? _________________ Readers' discretion is advice. There will be mentions of stalking, creepy behavior, sexual intentions, murder, obsession, torture, kidnapping, and more. You have been here by warned, so do not report me without you already knowing what might and will be in here. This will also contain sapphic literature, so if you don't like it, kindly continue to past mine.