The air between them was thick with tension. Samuel had expected a night of quiet contemplation, a temporary escape from his thoughts, but instead, he had stumbled into something far more intriguing—and potentially dangerous.
The woman across from him leaned back in her seat, swirling the remaining liquid in her glass with a casual grace that felt almost calculated. She studied him, as if waiting for him to process her words fully before she continued.
"I suppose introductions are in order," she finally said, setting her drink down and folding her hands elegantly on the table. "My name is Selene Vaelmont. Daughter of Count Vaelmont. Princess of House Vaelmont—one of the three noble houses of the vampire aristocracy."
Samuel blinked, trying to absorb the weight of her words. "House Vaelmont?" he repeated, as if saying it aloud would somehow make it easier to understand.
Selene gave a slow nod. "The vampire nobility is divided into three ruling houses. House Vaelmont, House Ravencroft, and House Sanguis. We govern the affairs of our kind, maintaining the delicate balance between the mortal world and the supernatural."
Samuel ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "So you're... vampire royalty?"
Selene chuckled. "Something like that. Though 'royalty' isn't quite the right term. We don't rule as kings and queens, but we do hold power—power that keeps other creatures in check, including our own kind."
Samuel narrowed his eyes. "And why are you telling me this? Why not just keep it to yourself?"
Selene smirked, tilting her head slightly. "Because you intrigue me, Samuel. A newborn angel, already stronger than most of his kind. That kind of power is rare, even among supernatural beings. And I make it a habit to keep track of rare things."
Samuel sighed, leaning back in his seat. "So what, you just happened to find me? Coincidence?"
Selene's expression darkened slightly. "Nothing in this world is ever just coincidence."
Samuel felt a chill run down his spine at her words, but before he could respond, Selene shifted in her seat, her playful demeanor returning.
"You'll find that the supernatural world is far more interconnected than you think," she said. "Vampires, angels, demons... we all exist in the same world, constantly brushing against one another. You've simply been thrown into the middle of it much faster than most."
Samuel frowned. "And what does House Vaelmont want with me?"
Selene smiled, but there was a sharpness to it. "That remains to be seen. For now, I'm simply... watching."
Samuel wasn't sure how to feel about that, but something told him he would be seeing more of Selene Vaelmont in the future.
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Scene Two: The Heavenly Council's Watchful Eye
High above the mortal realm, in a celestial domain where golden clouds stretched endlessly into the heavens, a group of angels gathered within a grand hall. The structure was vast, its walls adorned with inscriptions of divine scripture, and at its center stood a circular table where ten angels sat, their large, four-winged forms signifying their status as peak supervisors.
Ramiel stood among them, her gaze calm but firm as she addressed the gathered angels.
"Samuel has progressed faster than anticipated," she stated, her voice echoing slightly within the chamber. "He has already begun to grasp his angelic abilities, and his power... it is formidable."
A male angel with piercing silver eyes, Azriel, leaned forward. "That much was expected. The boy carries an origin unlike any we have encountered before. But is he stable?"
Ramiel hesitated for a brief moment before replying, "For now, yes. But he is still adjusting to the reality of what he is. His compassion is strong—perhaps too strong."
Another angel, a woman named Seraphiel, folded her arms. "Compassion is a virtue, but if unchecked, it can be a weakness. Has he come to terms with what he must do in the battles to come?"
Ramiel exhaled softly. "Not yet. He still struggles with the nature of demons. He hesitates."
A murmur spread among the gathered angels.
"Then he must learn," Azriel said firmly. "The war between Heaven and Hell does not wait for the uncertain. If he cannot steel his heart when necessary, it will be his downfall."
Ramiel met Azriel's gaze. "He will learn. He must. And I believe he will."
Another voice, deeper and filled with authority, broke the conversation. It belonged to Sariel, a six-winged angel who had been observing the discussion in silence. His presence alone commanded respect.
"Samuel will find his way," Sariel said. "He is unlike any angel we have seen before. His path will not be the same as ours, but that does not mean he is unfit for it. The Heavenly Father does not make mistakes."
The room fell silent at those words.
Ramiel nodded. "I will continue to watch over him. But we must be prepared—others have already taken notice of him. The demon realm is watching. And now... it seems the vampires are as well."
Azriel's gaze darkened. "Then we must act before they do."
Sariel shook his head. "No. We will not interfere unless necessary. Samuel must walk his own path."
A solemn understanding passed between them.
The fate of Samuel, the angel born of the Origin, was still uncertain. But one thing was clear—his presence was shaking the supernatural world, and every side was watching.
The question was not whether he would rise.
The question was: when he did, whose side would he stand on?
Red sky's stretched as far as the eyes could see.
In an ominous land a black castle stood tall, it is the center of attraction as the other structures aren't that big nor magnificent.
Inside a tower in the castle, a woman in a red gown stood by the window appreciatimh this twisted scenery. She sipped a red liquid from a sliver cup.
A shadow appeared behind her and whispered something to her on its knees.
" Tell selene to keep a good eye on him, if possible procure a favor well need it for what's to come."
The shadow nodded and vanished once more.
The woman took and the sip, dropped the cup and left.