Introduction
The first time I saw Seraphina, it was like a crack of lightning in the middle of a storm. A flash of incandescent light cutting through the suffocating darkness that had clung to me for as long as I could remember. She was everything I wasn't: pure, radiant, untouched by the shadows that stalked my every waking moment. And yet, I was drawn to her, magnetically, inescapably. This wasn't love, not at first, not in the way that most people understand it. It was something darker, something more primal, a possessive need that consumed me entirely. I knew, even then, that I would destroy her. I felt it in the marrow of my bones, a cold certainty that hung over me like a shroud. But I couldn't stop myself. I plunged headlong into our relationship, a beautiful, terrifying dance of light and shadow, knowing that the flames of our passion were destined to consume us both. This story is my confession, a raw and unflinching account of the destruction I wrought, of the agonizing pain of losing the one person I ever truly cared for. It's the story of a monster, yes, but it's also the story of a man desperate for redemption, for a second chance that may, in the end, remain forever out of reach. It's a story of regret, of loss, and the lingering question of whether some wounds ever truly heal. Prepare yourself. What follows is not a tale of romantic bliss. It's a descent into the heart of darkness, a journey through the wreckage of a broken soul, and the painful, arduous climb back toward a future uncertain. I'm not asking for your sympathy; only your understanding. The story is told as I experienced it, and this, as the reader will discover, is often a difficult perspective from which to see the world. Prepare to witness the depths of a human heart capable of both unspeakable cruelty and an agonizingly tender love.
"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-"
A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest.
From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved.
"You will marry him."
She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die."
Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth.
"Then die."
Her breath hitched.
"But you will die as his wife."
The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day."
Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!"
But he didn't even look at her.
The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death.
Then darkness.
And the only thing left was the suffocating truth.
She was a sacrifice.
A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself.
#A STANDALONE BOOK