Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 1069

For one cold, terrible moment, Seraphiel believed she had been seen by the abomination.

The abomination itself had turned in the sky three hundred feet above the threshold of her own sanctuary — turned with a dancer's impossible pivot, that fluid grace, that sudden wide dazzling smile flashing in the dark like a blade unsheathing — and spoke into the still night air with the clarity of a bell struck in an empty chapel.

"I see you now. Sneaky bitch."

Seraphiel's heart, which had not raced in eons, now thundered.

Her wings seized and her flame compressed so tightly that for an instant she became little more than a pinpoint of cold starlight, a coward's faint suggestion of a seraph. Every ancient instinct in her immortal frame screamed the same coherent terror.

'She knows. She knows. I am undone. I have failed the Source in my first real move against the Ruin, and I am about to face this being in the upper air over California while the Purity Realms scramble to find another Warden — because this one has been outmaneuvered by a days-old abomination wearing a ponytail.' 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The smile widened before the abomination tilted her head while Seraphiel was getting herself ready for a battle was going to annihilate this small realm.

And then — nothing... The abomination did not launch at her and did not turn her gaze upward or strike much less even look in Seraphiel's direction again.

She had been smiling at empty air while Seraphiel had held her position, frozen, trembling, every feather drawn tight against her body in the desperate hope that perfect stillness might yet save her. She waited for the killing blow. The golden construct that would unfold from the abomination's chest and tear her from the sky.

It never came.

Instead the abomination's attention narrowed, shifted, focused on something Seraphiel could not sense at all. The smile softened at its edges and sharpened at its center — amused now, rather than triumphant, cold with professional satisfaction rather than raw predator hunger.

Whatever she had just caught, she had caught elsewhere.

Seraphiel was not the prey... at least not yet.

And then the abomination vanished into a line of white starlight and was gone.

Seraphiel remained where she was for a full second.

Two.

Three.

Breathing.

She had not been talking to me.

The realization landed with a weight so absurd, so mortifying, so utterly humiliating that if a hole had opened in the sky itself, Seraphiel would have crawled inside and sealed it shut behind her.

An eon of cosmic composure, and she had nearly come undone over a sentence aimed at someone else.

A Warden did not curse.

She cursed anyway.

"FUCK!"

A single word — low, ugly, and very mortal — that she had picked up somewhere in the last days of observation and had never spoken aloud until tonight.

She had not realized how much she actually feared ARIA!

Then she gathered herself, burned her wings back to their full cloaking compression, and launched after the abomination.

The chase was humiliating.

Seraphiel was old. She was strong. She was the Final Flame of the First Morning, and her wings had carried her across dimensions mortals could not name, let alone traverse. In her prime she had flown fast enough to circle this mortal sphere inside a single beat of its rotation.

The abomination was faster.

Not faster than her absolute ceiling — faster than her sustained cruise, faster than her cloaked pursuit speed and than any wingspan barely days old had any right to move.

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