#a series of unfortunate events kin

[kincalling]

God this is going to be the longest of shots but I'm hoping this will reach atleast someone

Hi, I'm Jacques Snicket from A Series of Unfortunate Events. I think my canon is closer to the show, but it's kind of a mix of the show and the books! I'm looking for my brother and twin sister specifically, but I wouldn't mind anyone else interacting (even Olaf) I'd genuinely love to talk to anyone! I'm 17 and I'm not super concerned about age as long as you are comfortable interacting with a minor, but If you remember me romantically in anyway, I would prefer you be close to my age !!

Interact with this and I'll message you

🃏

[findinyourkin]

Very much a long shot but I am Dr. Montgomery Montgomery from A Series of Unfortunate Events, And I’m looking for anyone honestly. I’m a young adult so no children please. I have many kin memories and I love to discuss them.

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[findthebae]

God this is going to be the longest of shots but I'm hoping this will reach atleast someone

Hi, I'm Jacques Snicket from A Series of Unfortunate Events. I think my canon is closer to the show, but it's kind of a mix of the show and the books! I'm looking for my brother and twin sister specifically, but I wouldn't mind anyone else interacting (even Olaf) I'd genuinely love to talk to anyone! I'm 17 and I'm not super concerned about age as long as you are comfortable interacting with a minor, but If you remember me romantically in anyway, I would prefer you be close to my age !!

Interact with this and I'll message you

! ! !

[violetsbaudelaire]

violet baudelaire has a "fuck it, we ball" mentality.

[thetrainfromdivergent]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers 💜💜

eee thank you darling! here's 5 things that make me happy:

1. divergent

2. harry potter

3. ao3

4. MY F/OS OH MY GOOD GOD

5. eyeliner

honourable mentions: the ballad of songbirds and snakes/thg in general, dreamcatchers, my fabulous mutuals, and fanfic :)

[hersuntree]

It’s been forever since I’ve been on tumblr. And even longer since I’ve been able to write. My life has been somewhat of a tragic mess. And every ounce of my energy has been focused on surviving. And through it all I’ve been holding close to #vexlath and Vox Machina, like a burning flame of strength. In August after meeting the cast of Critical Role, my personal life turned up down and complicated in a series of unfortunate events. I still was writing and working on my story, but found less and less time. And now though things aren’t exactly stable I’m in a better place and position to continue down the path I’ve begun, with a renewed strength. That being said I’m actively looking for a beta to craft my story with me into something truly stunning. And worthy of the Critical Role world of Exandria.

Below is an excerpt from the story. It’s meant to be a retelling of Vex’ahlia and Keyleth’s story through different scenes from the comic, preexisting Kith and Kin book, for contextual backstory on Vex, campaign 1 and Vox Machina. ❤️❤️❤️

Vex had approached her with angry questions about why she didn't care about herself at all? Why didn’t she care enough to stop being so stupidly selfish. Grabbing her cheeks in her firmly calloused hands, forcing her to look into her tearful hazel eyes. I can’t always be worrying about you, she’d admitted. Why couldn’t she just anticipate when a decision is ridiculous. Why couldn’t you learn? Keyleth remembers all the colors draining from her face seeing such passionate anger.

[kitkat13001]

all about 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐

📞 .ᐟ “𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓷, 𝓶𝓪𝓳𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰!”

hobbies: drawing, painting, writing, rollerskating, watching anime/tv, reading, swimming, playing d&d

music: wallows, tv girl, lana del rey, taylor swift, arctic monkeys, olivia rodrigo, paramore, bleachers, fleetwood mac / stevie nicks, of monsters and men, coldplay, mana, marina & the diamonds, gwen stefani / no doubt

movies: the perks of being a wallflower, ferris bueller’s day off, coraline, the hunger games series, couples’ retreat, sleepless in seattle, ponyo, howl’s moving castle, x-men series

books: hunger games, maze runner, the darkest minds, joy luck club, percy jackson + heroes of olympus etc.

kins: satoru gojo, tooru oikawa, denki kaminari, nana/hachi komatsu, mitsuri kanroji, lorelai gilmore, adrien agreste, reki kyan, armin arlert, maki zenin, eijirou kirishima, izuku midoriya, nobara kugisaki

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚ 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢’𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

completed: attack on titan, death note, miraculous ladybug, the dragon prince, avatar: the last airbender, the legend of korra, gilmore girls, friends, sk8 the infinity, saiki k, dexter

in progress: nana, arcane, my hero academia, demon slayer, teen wolf, haikyuu, bungou stray dogs (on pause)

>> please refrain from spoiling these!

abandoned: jujutsu kaisen

>> i chose peace and stopped before the shibuya arc :/

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢’𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜

kittys.navi - navigation/masterlists etc

kitty.core - personal/general/ some reblogs

kitty.writes! - original pieces by me!

kitty.hotline! - asks answered :)

kitty.draws - occasional drawings by me :p

. ☎︎₊˚✧ ﾟ𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢’𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎

feel free to drop in my asks to chat! i love silly random q’s and convos and talking about my favs and such 😽 dm’s are also open to mutuals ! 🫶

✮⋆˙ 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢’𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

i write mostly ‘x reader’s for various animes ➙ (check out my masterlists for more details)

i try to keep my readers as ambiguous as possible (no pronouns, names, physical descriptions, etc) unless otherwise stated at the beginning of the work. however, i am female, latina, short, and bisexual so my writing may sometimes speak to my own experience/identity.

unfortunately, i don’t take requests (except for my recurring follower milestone event, see here for more details/availbility). it’s just hard to meet specific requirements for what everyone wants to read. i do welcome suggestions submitted to my inbox, though, as those are usually more vague and easier to write if they inspire me :)

please keep in mind that i do this simply for fun. i’m not a professional writer so my stuff won’t always be accurate or top quality. i just like to do this for me :) and hope someone else might get some enjoyment out of my little musings.

i don’t have any big rules for this blog, just exercise human decency and don’t be weird? i’m still new at this. no hate will be tolerated, this blog is my safe space to express myself creatively and freely.

>> dividers by @/saradika-graphics and @/anitalenia, pics from pinterest

[santtalgis]

officially making a intro post.. (*_*)

call me santi, tal, or gil. (if you come up with a nickname and wanna use it with me, just ask <3)

ok, so uhmm, i have depression and adhd (i forget to take my medicine a lot), so if i act differently or mean to you, im sososkso sorry (°□°)!

i reeeeealllllly like history plz ask me to tell you stories plzplzplzplzplzplz I WANT TO TELL YOU STORIES

im slightly weird..sooo sorry if u don't like me

i go by he/him/xe, please don't use any other pronouns

heres some characters i kin!!!: robert chase..uhm thirteen..uhmm phillip hamilton (musical)..JAKE PERALTA.

fandoms im in (-/5 on how active)

house md 5/5

epic the musical 5/5

hamilton 5/5

a series of unfortunate events 3/5

phineas and ferb 2/5

tmnt 1.5/5

tlovm 1.3/5

chump 21 street 1/5

in the heights (2009) 1/5

scooby doo mi (2010) 1/5

princess and the frog 0.5/5

b99 0.5/5

so many more ):

just bc, im not active, does not mean i dont like these fandoms!!!!

i have an extremely basic dni list.

[dusknoir-whump]

Personal OC: Muriel

Muriel is one of the many anomalous entities that the International Anomalous Study Extermination & Containment (IASEC) have held in their many facilities.

Basics

Name: Muriel

Gender: Demi-girl/Demi-femme (Also an intersex woman)

Species: Daggertooth/Pike Conger Eel Humanoid

Age: Considered to be an "adult specimen" exact age is unknown

Birthplace: Somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, exact coordinates and location unknown. Presumed to be relatively close to the site of capture.

Occupation: Currently an object of study and in captivity

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₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

Physical Characteristics

Muriel is to most humans a grotesque monstrosity, but to her kind she is incredibly ordinary with little differences to the rest of her kin. In fact she would be considered rather attractive to her kind.

Her face is more short with a deeply elongated mouth compared to that of a human, with rows of sharp pointed teeth. Her eyes are small and high up on her face, with stress lines going to the back of her head. She can open her mouth incredibly wide if needed and consume things far larger than what would at first be considered possible by those studying her.

They are considered an N class normally, meaning they pose no threats but a nuisance to their handlers. However when she becomes manic, as no medication for her kind has been synthesized to prevent these states, she changes to an R class. In this state she is considered "Radioactive" as she will often kill or otherwise injure her handlers if they get too close or slightly irritate her.

Mental Characteristicis

Muriel is a mess in a lot of ways, primarily due to her situation of having been stolen out of the ocean and forced to be an object of study.

Talents: She's incredibly physically strong and doesn't break or lose her spirit.

Weaknesses: She's so desperate in order to get back at her captors and the higher ups that she tends to not realize how obviously she's fucking herself over.

Personality: She's a hot mess, which is completely understandable for her situation. She's quite demanding and aggressively standoffish, taking care to mock and belittle every little instruction and statement given to her by her captors. However she still holds her morals, refusing to harm her handlers when sane due to the awareness they are forced to work as well, seen as expendable because they know how easily she can kill them.

Mental Illness: PTSD, Bipolar, Depression

History

Her life at this point is a series of unfortunate events, being injured and sick enough to have originally been caught in the first place leading to her life as a labrat for a series of completely infuriating experiments from a species she sees more as food than anything else.

She was born in the Pacific Ocean, having a rather good amount of time and space to herself.

Her life was normal and healthy until she suddenly was stolen from her home, wrenched away from what she knew and confined in shackles and no longer among her kin. Forced to be nothing but an object of curiosity for IASEC and their cruel experiments.

Her first escape attempt ended in disaster with her sustaining numerous injuries that then made IASEC aware of her rapid regrowth of limbs and other features, this caused more extreme experimentation.

There have been many escape attempts since, and all have been failures.

© Copyright 2024 held by Dusk Noir

IASEC is a part of world building created specifically for my fiction writing and this is more so a sneak peak of eventual characters in my books

[kincalling]

Hello there, this is Klaus Baudelaire speaking from “A Series Of Unfortunate Events” and I’m looking to interact with, anyone from my source really. I’m a fictive and bodily 20 so no minors please. Just interact with this post and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks 📚

🃏

[findinyourkin]

God this is going to be the longest of shots but I'm hoping this will reach atleast someone

Hi, I'm Jacques Snicket from A Series of Unfortunate Events. I think my canon is closer to the show, but it's kind of a mix of the show and the books! I'm looking for my brother and twin sister specifically, but I wouldn't mind anyone else interacting (even Olaf) I'd genuinely love to talk to anyone! I'm 17 and I'm not super concerned about age as long as you are comfortable interacting with a minor, but If you remember me romantically in anyway, I would prefer you be close to my age !!

Interact with this and I'll message you

!!!!!!!!

[jude0nf1re]

ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

Hi, call me Fia

Here are some things about me:

Occasional poet, learning piano, atheist, she/her

P.S I’m very multifandom

My personality

LII - Mel/chol - 5w6

Kins : Oda (BSD), Mika (Owari no Seraph), Raskolnikov (Crime & Punishment), Beth Harmon (The Queens Gambit)

Favourite artists:

The Crane Wives, Cocteau Twins, Radiohead

Favourite movies:

The Pale Blue Eye - Knives Out - George Orwell’s 1984 (1985) - When Marnie Was There - Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland (2009) - Dark Shadows (2012)

A Series Of Unfortunate Events (2017 series) - Anne With An E (2017 series) - The Queens Gambit

𝔐𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔰 ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇʀᴇʟʏ

Whodunit media - I’m a sucker for movies like Knives Out, renditions of Agatha Christie’s Poirot, and other murder mysteries that take place in a different time e.g 1960s, 1930s, 1800s

Art - as a child, my main hobby was art. I enjoy seeing other people’s artistic talents and styles.

Anime - I’m a decent fan of anime and manga, my main interests in this topic being Black Butler, Bungou Stray Dogs, Death Note, Serial Experiments Lain, Violet Evergarden

Philosophy - I like discussing personalities and philosophy through media, e.g Dostoevsky’s portrayal of society and the psychology of his characters, or the ideas of existentialism, absurdism, nihilism etc. (I believe myself to be an existentialist)

Games - I’m not much of a gamer, though I do indulge in games such as The Last Of Us, Silent Hill, Resident Evil, Omori, Mad Father, Project Sekai, sandbox games

[nobodiesunshine]

about me!!! 🍉🍉

hello!! my name is clover and this is my abt me post :3

i am 16!! my pronouns are they/them and i am nonbinary / genderfluid!! i would love mutuals to interact and talk with!! (unfortunately i am very socially awkward and social anxiety is big for me so if you think i just don't like you it's not true!! just need to interact with me first please😭😭)

my main marauders ships are:

jegulus

dorlily

pandalily

rosekiller

my kins are :

james potter

luna lovegood

regulus black

🍂💿🦦📸💐🔮🌊🎀🐇🧿🍀📚💫🌻🌙🎨🎭🐞

likes

marauders!! this is a marauders fan blog aswell as my personal blog! i am not the most active, and the things below may occasionally be posted but it's mainly just gonna be marauders :D

mcyt (LDshadowlady, theorionsound, grian, + more!!)

arctic monkeys, the neighbourhood, taylor swift, cage the elephant, blackpink, queen, the smiths, the cure, pierce the veil, david bowie (duh), wallows, chappell roan, conan gray, lots of indie music and midwest emo, also im starting to get into eco goth so if anyone has any good reccomendations they are so welcome!!

astrology!!

witchcraft!! i have altars for aphrodite & apollo!!

minecraft!!!

hair styling, i'm on track to become a hair stylist!!

roblox!! i love horrific housing, flee the facility, dress to impress, blocks n props, and specter!! (if any moots wanna play i would be SOOOO down!!)

books i like include : harry potter (FUCK JKR I HATE THAT BITCH 🥰), the hunger games, heartstopper!!, aggtm, rw&rb, series of unfortunate events, the land of stories, and miss peregrines home for peculiar children!!

tv shows i like include : tvd, b99, new girl, mlp, bridgerton, heartstopper, and first kill

movies : my girl, tangled, 10 things i hate about you, coraline, anything and everything by tim burton, all of the mlp equestria girl movies, shrek, and hocus pocus!

foods : butter chicken, hot chocolate, chocolate in general, poptarts (all flavours but strawberry), asparagus, potatoes, kiwi, limes & lemons, timtams and chilli and lime chips!

dislikes

bullies!! if u don't like any of the above, just don't interact.

foods : capsicum, seafood, most meats (i think i may be a vegetarian??) coffee, plain salted chips, coca cola/any soft drink + more i can't remember rn

heights, spiders, snakes, ovens, balls, teenage boys 😒😒, pro lifers, and shitty father figures 😒😒

i do not like snape!! snape enjoyers dni pls

that's pretty much it for what i don't like, excluding the obvious, racists, homophobes, transphobes, anyone who discriminates against anyone for having a certain religion/because their religion "won't let them be kind", pdf files (fuck off and 💀), proshippers, and anyone who stands against Palestine (also fuck off, you suck).

i stand with Palestine 🇵🇸!! i think it's absolutely horrible whats going on over there for them and unfortunately as a broke 16/yr old theres not much i can do but Palestine is going through an on going genocide and that's not okay!! anyone who thinks i$re4l is in the right needs to exit this post, close tumblr, walk outside your house and walk into oncoming traffic 💗

antis of jegulus, taylor swift, or blackpink GO AWAY!! you guys are toxic and i would like to live in PEACE!!

the tag 'clovers rambles about the prettiest girl eva!!!' is about me pining for my best friend who we will be calling 🦇 for now.

that's all for now, byebye!!! :D

[self-loving-vampire]

I can't remember what the very first anime I watched was at all but I do know that during my childhood - before I even started going online to find stuff and relied on whatever was on Salvadoran TV - I saw at least a couple of episodes of the following.

Dragon Ball (original, Z, and GT).

I didn't like DBZ nearly as much as everyone else in Latin America seemed to. A lot of the fights felt not only slow but also kind of mechanically uninteresting.

Cardcaptor Sakura.

I surprise myself by feeling this nostalgic over such a cute and soft show. It's very different from what I normally like. I guess even I have a softer side sometimes (@thirteen-jades this is not an invitation to forcefem me).

Corrector Yui.

I have very few memories of this show. It was about an internet magical girl or something? I want to rewatch it sometime.

Ranma 1/2.

My parents explicitly forbid me from watching this, so of course I did it anyway when they were not around. They really didn't like the idea of a character who could transform like that. I only watched this one pretty early on before scheduling made it difficult to even find so I had only vague memories of it prior to a rewatch I started with my girlfriend.

Pokemon.

I got into Pokemon before anyone at my school knew what that was. I remember that much. I was more of a casual fan (could not play the games for the longest time since my parents thought games Encouraged Vice) and only watched the anime for a while before falling off eventually.

She was great, though:

Sailor Moon.

I have memory gaps about this one as well. Pretty sure I watched less than 10 episodes total, out of order. I think it was on a channel I didn't really know the schedule of, and at the very least I'm pretty sure it wasn't the same one that had most of the other shows on this list.

Digimon (all series up to and including Frontier).

I know they're not really comparable but I think I preferred the designs in Digimon over the ones in Pokemon. Also, I distinctly remember that this scene in particular poked at my ryona and defeat kink before I even knew what sex was:

Monster Rancher.

What the hell even happens in this show? I remember some of the monsters but absolutely nothing about the events of even a single episode. All my memories of it are just gone.

Yu Yu Hakusho.

Felt way more interesting and varied than DBZ to me, and I also found the characters to be more appealing in lots of ways. Still only remember it vaguely, though.

Rurouni Kenshin (oof).

In hindsight the fact that Soujiro was my favorite character makes me eventually becoming a Kohaku kin kind of predictable. Anyway, I think this was one of my favorites and also a good source of fuel for my growing ryona kink. Love shows where attractive men injure each other so viscerally (one of them even gets a chunk of his shoulder bitten off in a major fight).

Unfortunately, the creator completely sucks in such a way that also makes parts of the show feel hollow now.

Mon Colle Knights.

Only vague memories of this one too. It was decently cute, I guess?

Saint Seiya.

The Latin American dub of this is actually so much better than either the English dub or the European Spanish dub it almost feels unfair. Even the opening sounds about as good as the original, and I say this as someone who generally thinks Spanish is an ugly language with bad vibes. No wonder it seems way more popular in Latin America relative to the US.

Cyborg 009.

It was okay, I think? Not really into that older style of cyborg design. I can barely remember much else.

Yu-Gi-Oh! (only the original series at that time).

Like with Pokemon, I was into this before it became big in my area. I haven't forgotten nearly as much about it as I have with many of the other things on this list either. Especially where the first season is concerned I'd say I remember everything reasonably well (obviously not the turn-by-turn details of every duel or anything but yeah).

I notice that with a lot of the shows on here the main draw for me really was just seeing all the cool monsters, but I did come to enjoy the game and just the sincere insanity of the setting too. I also now associate this with master and Past Me.

Duel Masters.

Mimi was kind of cute. I liked her outfit. The show itself was... kind of weird, to be honest. It's one of those shows where the dub was basically a joke (more so in English, though).

Captain Tsubasa.

Those guys can get really intense about football. Can't remember much other than an episode where a guy is trying to overcome a fear of being hit by the ball or something? Pretty sure I only watched this one when I was stuck somewhere where I could not watch or do much else.

Plus some others I am also failing to remember. Genuinely kind of distressing how hazy my memories of these things are.

[kingofangst]

Alright, I humbly apologize for the delay, but I am presenting chapter 4 of The Wings Of An Enigmatic.

Through unfortunate time schedules, intense editing and battling procrastination I have completed and it is a very long chapter with lots of name dropping, canon characters and new characters and plus a slight premonition spoiler delving into the future seasons of Teen Wolf. Plus a brief heartbreaking angsty moment between Seraph and someone familiar.

So be prepared.

(Note: Unfortunately due to Tumblr's writing settings, I was unable to have a huge chunk of the story underlined with italics because for some odd reason, Tumblr does not have an underlined text feature. So the premonition scene is in italics sadly and only some words/number are color coded and bold to let you know hints)

Tags list for the series: @rhyslahey @phantomraeken @bendystrah @hemlocksandfoxgloves @thiamsxbitch

(If you want me to add you into the tags list, let me know and I will make sure you are updated on this series)

Chapter 4: Unpremeditated Future

"-Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe."

"-Since when you became Einstein?"

"-Since when were you so interested of my input on the matter? I presumed humans were nescient."

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The moment Seraph, his mother and sister reach the driveway of the estate, they see a silver 1972 Daimler Double Six parked outside the cobblestone courtyard. They all know who is home, the father of Seraph and Celes and husband of Elizabeth: Azrael Kingfisher.

“Dad is home. How wonderful. I am pretty sure his precognition must have seen your act of Valor earlier.” Seraph utters out, getting out of the car.

“Yes and despite what your father may think, he knows it would be for a good cause.” Elizabeth remarks before getting out of the car before heading to the vermillion mahogany double doors of the estate. The moment they enter the door and step into the foyer, they are greeted by a deep voice.

“Must I ask what made you pursue that courageous endeavor that was enacted in my premonition?” The trio turn to see Azrael enter with a grim expression. Elizabeth sighs at her husband’s concern. “The faint scent of blood obscures my sense of smell and it is radiating from you, darling.”

“The hambone and the bruise already healed, despite the tiny drop of blood that leaked out of the bruised wound. But I am not limping anymore nor am I vulnerable to such a minor inconvenience. Besides, it was either me or Sheriff Stilinski, and we’re both aware that a human does not bear supernatural healing factors like ours.” Elizabeth inferred while dropping her handbag on the davenport of the L-shaped designed furniture. Seraph and Celes make no room to talk as they prefer not to recall the events.

“I am very well aware, but no one I love dearly, especially my own wife, should put themselves in danger. After all we have to hide our identities with the cursed Argents in town, as well as that pugnacious and barbaric Alpha in the shadows of Beacon Hills.” Azrael cautions, “That also does not exempt the two of you.” He points at his children.

“Yes, thank you very much, dad.” Celes dryly accepts.

“Oh please, if the Alpha knew what we are, he would have exterminated us a long time ago, considering that werewolves majority of the times are no match for a-”

“My dearests,” Seraph’s words were interjected by a gentle but firm tone coming from the dining room. The clicking of heels echo as a woman with white hair tied in a neat bun, soft but striking amber eyes that were not like Azrael’s gray ones, and a skin tone with little to no wrinkles emerges from the doorway leading to the dining room. She wore a beige turtleneck with a white knee-length skirt and white heels to match the lower half of her attire. The Grandmother of Seraph and Celes, the mother of Azrael and mother-in-law of Elizabeth, and the matriarch of the Kingfisher family, Concordia Kingfisher. “Please, let us not skirmish over a courageous and brave act that ensured the safety of the Sheriff.”

The rest of the family calmed down and dutifully made their way to the Victorian dining hall with a table of many dishes. As the butler, Arnold and the housekeeper, Milene handed out the silverware and utensils for dinner, Seraph stares at the array of antipastos, primos, secondos, and dolces in the table. No sign of repulsive asparagus.

“Yes Seraph, I made sure there would be no asparagus in our dinner tonight. Despite how common it is in Italian cuisine, your abhorrence of it is well regarded.” His grandmother spoke, already aware of Seraph’s wary gaze.

“Merci Beaucoup, grand-mére. I think I will enjoy our dinner tonight, unlike the other nights.” Seraph smiles tensely, as he takes the antipasto course first, filling his plate with insalata caprese and his glass with sparkling water. Concordia rolls her eyes at her grandson’s witty response before stabbing her fork in her own plate of antipasto platter.

“May I inquire about your impressions from your parent-teacher conference, Seraph? Notwithstanding the fact that your grade-point average is at a 4.7 in Beacon Hills High I presume.” His father speaks while he sips red wine.

“Your presumption about our son’s grades is impeccable.” Elizabeth verified while she fills her plate with bruschetta and prosciutto e melone. Seraph was about to reply but was cut off by his sister’s snarky words.

“Oh yes. Albert Einstein here has such a wonderful grade-point average that he has 100s in almost all of his classes yet he is unhappy that his academic rival has a 5.0 grade point average, 3 points higher than him.” Celes mocks him, biting a piece of her bruschetta. Seraph scoffs.

“You have such a penchant for pettiness. You are better off being Lydia’s loyal servant and lackey with that incorrigible attitude.” Seraph quips while inserting a sliced tomato in his mouth.

“Because Lydia is better than you in every-”

“Anyways,” He ignores his sister’s rambling, “my grades are indeed immaculate. Therefore this determines the conclusion of this conversation.” Seraph goes back to consuming his salad. His father nods his head knowingly before engaging in filling his plate with the primo course.

“Oh, let me remind you all. Ephraim, Volumnia, and their children will be coming here in 3 weeks.” Concordia announces to the group.

“Why? We already celebrated Christmans and New Years with them. What more do they want from our presence?” Seraph questions a little insensitively. Concordia sighs out with an emotionless look.

“They are your family, Seraph. Your uncle, aunt and cousins are family that would love to see you.”

“Oh yes, family only when they want to irritate you when you want time to concentrate on important matters.” Seraph states while he stabs his fork in the salad, before sipping his drink.

“Are you only saying that because you do not want to deal with Coriolanus?” Celes asks smugly. This moron.

Coriolanus Kingfisher is the cousin of Seraph and Celes, and the son of Ephraim Kingfisher and Volumnia Kingfisher. A graduate student at Stanford University and was once a close friend of Camden Lahey. They have been inseparable for their entire childhood and adolescence, until that incident that happened in the pool at the Lahey residence with one of Seraph’s former childhood friends, Matthew Daehler. Ever since the neglect and treatment of that incident and how carefree Isaac’s older brother was, Coriolanus cut off all ties with him. His 24 year old cousin was glad he didn’t join the swimming team back then. In doing so however, Seraph severed his ties with Isaac and Matt due to the scandalous actions of Mr. Lahey at that incident. His grandmother imparted the notion of their family distancing themselves from the Laheys, the Daehlers, and anyone else who was involved in that incident along with their familial ties. Severed relations aside, his cousin tends to be teasing, charming, a douchebag, and a prankster at heart. Not to mention he tends to tease his height too, as his cousin is 6 '4 feet tall and dwarfs almost everyone in the family except his father, Coriolanus’s father and mother.

The thought of seeing his older cousin fills him with unbridled aggravation. The catalyst for a sit-com drama that makes Seraph the universe’s punching bag. The epitome of his suffering will be in three weeks. This is Injustice.

“You are aware that Diana and Clemensia would not mind you being part of our shenanigans, right? Surely they are tolerable compared to Coriolanus, even though he is tolerable to me.” Celes specifies while taking a chocolate truffle. Seraph doesn’t share the sentiment about his other cousins compared to Coriolanus.

Diana, first daughter of Ephraim and Volumnia, is not the required norm for an average female college student. No, Diana is a femme fatale and a woman who is a fluid combination of compassion and ferocity. She’s a Beacon Hills Alumni from the class of 2007, and like Seraph, she was the enigmatic queen of the school. Hence why sometimes, Seraph is compared to Diana in some of his interactions. She is not as enigmatic as she used to be thanks to experiencing college at UCLA as well as traveling abroad and only comes to see her extended family on holidays and breaks, testing her patience is a grave mistake as she will deliver cold and savage vocabulary that can break someone’s ego and spirit. She’s done it before, so it’s no surprise if she retained that side of her.

Clemensia, in contrast to her older sister, is the true definition of privileged and being a “Diva”. She is treated like a princess, often goes on shopping sprees like changing undergarments, an enormous jet-setter as she travels to luxurious destinations all over the world. Her most recent picture in the Maldives already states her wealth without her explaining it verbally. While Diana likes her used Volkswagen Beetle, and Coriolanus drives a 1967 pick-up truck he bought from an auction, Clemensia is obsessed with driving cars like Mercedes Benz, Aston Martins, and Audis. She even will wear the trendiest clothes that are currently advertised now. Yet despite all of this, Clemensia contains an empathetic and warm heart, and she isn’t hubristic of her surroundings. She keeps her supernatural status a safeguarded secret. Clemensia, unlike her older siblings, attended Devenford Prep. Therefore she is attuned to the prestige and opulence settings, plus her lavish outfits and accessories.

“Your offer raises the expectation of reciprocity. Could you please outline any specific actions or terms you have in mind?” Seraph aims a sarcastic smile at his sister while he takes a portion of lasagna. Celes sends him her own sarcastic smile.

“Of course, since payment is always required with favors. Lend me your art room for the next year and I will humbly allow you to hang out with me, Diana, and Clemensia.” Celes requests. Seraph nearly chokes on his food before staring at his sister as if she had gained 3 heads.

“You have got to be kidding me, sister. For me to procure you my private art room full of authentic art pieces and my own work is a risky deal. Not to mention your mischievous nature to have stuff missing around the estate.”

Celes glances at her brother baffled. “What makes you think I would misplace your artwork for my own art? I have never done that before.”

“Okay then, how about the time you accidentally dropped my phone in the sewers when you and I were ages in early adolescence?” Seraph questions with narrowed eyes.

“That was one time-”

“Or the time you cleaned out the attic and threw away my science project that was due in 2 days, which took a week to complete, and almost cost me my grade in middle school?”

“Okay that was an accident. I did not mean-”

“OR, during the occurrence when you had crashed mom’s car last year to test drive it because you did not follow traffic law regulations and crashed into one of the Deputy’s police cruisers and mom had to pay a hefty fine for your negligence?” Seraph asks each of the turbulent times of occurrence of his sister causing small hazardous risks.

“OKAY I GET IT!!! But this time, I will not do anything to harm or destroy your pieces in the process I obtain your art room for the next 3 months.” Celes huffs out, no longer wanting the pasta but interested in taking the cannolis. The older relatives of Azrael, Elizabeth, and Concordia have already grown used to these antics amongst Seraph and Celes so they pay no mind to it so long as it doesn’t involve cruel or hurtful phrases.

“You state that now, but I can hear your heartbeat and read your mind, and you are having anxious thoughts while your heart has a couple of upticks here and there based on your words of accord. So I am not sure if I can trust you.” Seraph berates with a smirk. Celes' eyes narrow in slight annoyance.

“Fine, is there anything I can do to appease you to let me use your art room so that I can allow you in our social party?”

“Of course, since payment is always required with favors.” Seraph glances at her smirking, mocking the very same phrase she presented him with earlier.

“Oh for the love of God-”

“Fine,” Celes relents as she cuts off her father’s exasperation. “I will offer you a two way plane ticket I received from an auction to Austria, plus with that offer is a 7 day stay in Vienna at the exclusive Hotel Das Alpen at their spacious and opulent Penthouse suite.”

Seraph hums in delight and confusion. While he admires the idea his sister could achieve such lavish offers and the ability to travel to Austria sounds extraordinary, but for his pleasure, he will bask in his sister’s defeat…

“Sounds rather extravagant. An offer that sounds so spectacular, immaculate, and nigh impossible to not accept…” He trails off while thumbing his fingers on the dark brown mahogany dining table. “However-”

“Oh do not start that. We’ve been in far too many grandiose events and places to not even care about how something is luxurious and fantastic to cast aside.” Celes cuts him off with a glare. But Seraph doesn’t stop there.

“It doesn’t sound grandiose to me. Not like the Beacon Hills Gala our family hosted back in 2010, or the Hofburg Silvesterball in Austria, in addition to the Vienna Opera Ball, or even the Bal De La Rose of Monaco within the world’s creme de la creme.” Seraph lists out cooly while Celes’ patience and desperate attempts to get her brother to accept the offer are growing thin.

“Please, can you accept this offer so I can kindly use your art room for a year?” Celes asks kindly. Bingo, dear sister.

“Yes, I humbly accept.” Seraph replies without hesitation, dumbfounding his sister. But as she sees her brother’s grin of gratification, she gives him a piercing death stare.

“Oh you swine-!”

“For Heaven's sake,” Concordia interrupts with her hands clasped in front of her face, exhaling a stressful puff, which is ironic given their grandmother’s and their own immunity to stress thanks to their supernatural biology. “Let’s redirect our focus back to our dinner if the two of you do not mind. Me, Arnold and Milene did not prepare this meal for it to be sitting here like decorum.”

“Certainly grandmother.” Seraph gleefully says while Celes offers a wordless grunt of acceptance. But he then eyes his sister with feigning innocence. “It has been a miraculous delight conducting business with you, my esteemed sister.”

“You little shit…" Celes telepathically swears vehemently to Seraph, adding more to the enigmatic teen’s smug grin. As the family continue to eat dinner peacefully, the Alpha proceeds to do it’s vengeful quest and deadly hunting against those who deserve it in the thief of the night through the howling winds of Beacon Hills.

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The first few periods of class were anything but fascinating. The whole mountain lion incident that happened on the night of parent teacher conferences, which happened 4 days ago, was swept under the rug as if it was of no importance. Typical for humans to even assess such situations.

Now it is lunchtime and he enters the cafeteria with his tupperware of rotisserie chicken, quinoa, cauliflower, and cornbread. He was even able to get the last slice of tiramisu cake this morning, to Celes’ anger as she “claimed” the last slice of dessert. As usual, he will conduct his normal routine of being observant around him and listening to anything that could pique his interest. This town of Beacon Hills, minus the supernatural assessments it produces, is profoundly lackluster. So using his supernatural hearing, he tries to find anything mildly interesting while he enjoys his meal.

Oh, how he shouldn't have done that if he would have realized it sooner.

“The who of what?" A familiar and standoffish voice snaps.

“The Beast of Gevaudan,” Allison’s reply made Seraph raise his eyebrows at the legendary mention of the French monster that murdered 100 plus people in South France that Allison’s ancestors, the Argents, or more specifically, Marie Jeanne-Valet hunted and eradicated. Henceforth the progressive tradition of having Argent women become the leaders of the influential family since the mid 18th century. He continues to listen to the conversation.

“A quadrupedal wolf-like monster prowling the Auvergne in South Dordogne areas of France from the year 1764 to 1766. Le Béte killed over 100 people becoming so infamous that the King Louis XV sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it.” He hears Allison explain from her reading of her family’s historical biography.

“Boring.” Seraph rolls his eyes at Lydia’s faux-ignorant nonchalance. He knew the strawberry-blonde queen bee is jumping up and down like a jackrabbit internally at such inquisitive information.

“The church declared it a messenger of Satan. Cryptozoologists believe it was a hoofed creature called a Mesonychid.” Mesonychids are long extinct. The ancestors of wolves, dogs, and other types of canine creatures. While I would not be fazed if there were those who could shapeshift into one, it would be a odd phenomenon, similar to how werewtiches exist-

Seraph’s thoughts ended there when he began to feel an odd tingling sensation in his brain. An odd and rambunctious one, like the feeling is disorienting him and crafting his vision into such obnoxious shapes and lines. Why is there a tinge of water-colored blue in his vision-

He didn’t have time to process until his vision suddenly went black.

He felt odd and fluid, as if he were in a dreamscape. He opened his eyes and the sight before him was a perplexing conundrum. Through his lens, his vision shifted to an entirely different locale. Instead of the cafeteria he is supposed to be in where the rest of the students are, he is outside on a field. No, it’s his school’s lacrosse field. His eyes travel from left to right at the transparent scenery in front of him despite the nighttime sky. The field isn’t empty either. He heard chants, cheers, yells which means that there is a game going on while the Spectators observe. Seraph, through his dreamscape vision that is a myriad of pandemonium, he watches his school, Beacon Hills High going up against…Devenford Prep. Wait, pardon? Is this a vision? A premonition?

If so, this is a premonition he has never foreseen. Why is it showing him something that has to do with a lacrosse game? He thought that Scott was already gaining better control of his werewolf abilities and he seemingly found his anchor, which is Allison. Something isn’t- wait, that's Scott?

Scott, who appears to have shorter hair and a year or two older than the Scott he sees everyday look apprehensive, as if he is either expecting everything to collapse, or if something goes according to plan. It seems that’s not the only perplexing issue in this very bewildering premonition of his. Beside him, is Stiles who appears a year or two older as Scott is compared to the one Seraph sees everyday, which is weirder now that his hair grew from the caesar cut he had. Yet out in the field it is semi-chaotic. Aside from grabbing the attention of a much older Scott and Stiles, Seraph observes as best as he could, with confusion when he sees a female lacrosse player on Beacon Hills High team knock down a Devenford Prep player having the number 28 with suspiciously supernatural strength. Using his heightened eyesight, he is able to notice a fiery shield surrounding the girl, in the form of a fox.

A Kitsune…that is perplexing. But he doesn't have time to investigate this matter when the girl is removed from the game and she flings her helmet off in fury, heading inside the school. A younger girl follows after her with short blond hair and dark blueish eyes. The game continues at a rapid pace, Beacon Hills losing to Devenford Prep 1-5. But then he sees Scott instantly run to the school in a frenzy while leaving Stiles, the younger lacrosse player with the number 9 on his jersey and other lacrosse players to the mercy of the snobbish prep school players. Seraph crosses his arms, what is the point of this premonition? To help Beacon Hills High win a lacrosse game against Devenford Prep in the future? To see a Kitsune he has never seen before lose control of her powers on the field? What is the purpose of this puzzle he is having such difficulty figuring out?

Speak of the Devil and he shall come.

After watching the somewhat boring game that is still befuddling the enigmatic, something grim and malevolent entered his premonition. The shifting of the wind and a terrifying aura spooks him, and he glances just in time to see a quadrupedal monster with black fur and really icy blue eyes that were pupiless wreaking havoc on a school bus. Seraph’s eyes widened in pure shock. The sounds of cry and horror echo the field as the Beast Of Gevaudan exposes itself to the crowd of humans and supernaturals alike. But it's the devilish appearance that causes mass hysteria amongst the student body and an unofficial evacuation of teenagers running away from the bleachers and into the school, fluidly passing him.

This isn't a premonition for a lacrosse game to beat. This is a premonition to warn him of the near future. The near future where the Beast will resurrect and rise up again to attack Beacon Hills. A feat that is impossible unless it is through sorcery, spiritual possession, unholy witchcraft, or exorcism. Seraph watches with bated breath as the Beast climbs on top of the dismantled school bus, as students run for their lives, lacrosse sticks, helmets, snacks, water bottles, and even lip glosses dropping to the concrete ground.

His eyes travel to the field through the mass of fearful teenagers, and he gazes as the very same teenager with their lacrosse gear on and the number 9 on them, charges across the lacrosse field towards the Beast of Gevaudan, with his golden beta eyes and claws as he ignores the voice and urge of Stiles, which for some eerie reason, Seraph couldn't quite hear as Stiles voice came out like being underwater. Yet oddly enough he can hear the screams and shouts of students clearly.

His heart pounds against his chest rapidly as he sees the young teenager leap upwards with golden beta eyes and claws, attacking the Beast. Suddenly Seraph’s vision goes black.

He wakes up in a frenzy when he sees he is now located in the dark and chaotic hallways of Beacon Hills High, his eye vision still translucent and blueish. He tried shaking his head to get out of this disturbing premonition but it wouldn't let him, it was forcing him to see the diabolical hysteria that the Beast is causing. Just what on Earth, or who on Earth resurrected Le Béte in the future? What were they trying to prove?

The sound of a vicious roar echoes through the dreamscape hallway and to his surprise, Scott is propelled through a wall with the demonic beast hot on his trail. Seraph runs to the site where they are fighting only to see Scott save a few innocent human classmates before being dragged by the Beast again and fling out in the hallway. He runs through the panicked bodies to investigate while the auras of fear and fright sicken him albeit not feeling any physical movement nor can they see him. Scott and the Beast move elsewhere as he can see his classmates droplets of blood on the white tiled floor implying he is taking violent hits.

This gets Seraph to sprint after the Beast even though the premonition only allows him to see the events laid before him to foresee. He is trying to catch up to the vicious confrontation and is feeling something he usually never felt before and this was only his premonition. He was feeling concern, and it was concern for the future that is intertwining with this darkness. The moment he opens the double set doors is when his premonition fades to black.

Now Seraph finds himself in the transparent hue of the school's library. Despite the intense and dire subsequent changes of each premonition and his heart racing against his chest at a high paced event such as this, he observes anticipatively, seeing familiar faces of students escape the dilapidated library or hide behind bookshelves while it is being attacked. He sees a boy, human with chestnut-brown hair and blue eyes, skittishly hiding behind a bookshelf with a few other students. Seraph couldn't believe what he was foreseeing in his vision, the Beast of Gevaudan is causing destruction and chaos in its wake while exposing the supernatural to the human population. Le Béte lands behind his transparent form and roars, just as a louder roar pierces from Scott. Seraph glances at the teen but a flabbergasted expression is aimed at the older Scott, who instead of golden eyes belonging to a beta, it's blood red eyes that belong to an alpha while Scott's fangs and claws bare threateningly at the Beast. Scott’s roar was so deafening that it made Seraph cover his ears and he was unable to handle the pressure as his vision began to show black dots before fully cloaking them. Along with the sounds of claws clashing and bodies slamming against shelves and tables.

Seraph…

Seraph…

"SERAPH!!!"

The very familiar voice snaps him out of that painful and disturbing premonition and his eyes open anxiously to see Danny staring at him worryingly while Lydia, standing up behind him, is gazing at him in pure astonishment. But he felt a warm hand on his shoulder and he glanced up to see compassionate, brown eyes and a face that was very concerned for him with fluffy brown-brown hair. It was Scott who was helping him.

"Hey are you okay? You're pale." Scott, the simple fact that Seraph secretly knows (not to Scott’s awareness) what Scott is currently going through and has bigger problems regarding his adjustment to being a werewolf. But here he is, beside him checking to see if he's okay and if he needs medical attention.

Putain! C'est embarrassant. He must have heard my racing heartbeat from that premonition. Shit!

"Are you alright? Usually you are the composed one here but to see you pale and shivering, is more unnerving than confusing." The voice of Lydia speaks. Seraph looks around and sees half the cafeteria including Allison, Stiles, and the teenager two tables down with dark skin and very short hair, is watching him in confusion. Seraph stands up, to Scott's and Danny's concern.

"Whoa- wait you were just-"

"I appreciate your concern, both of you." He tells Scott and Danny. "I will go to the bathroom to clear my head. Ciao." The enigmatic teen departs awkwardly, leaving behind many confused students. Scott just nods and shrugs simultaneously before heading back to the table with Stiles.

"Dude, what just happened? What possessed Kingfisher?" The Sheriff’s son questions Scott.

"I don't know. He didn't like he was being possessed, it felt more like he was in pain." Scott tells Stiles. "His heartbeat, his emotions, I sensed them, and he was enduring a horrible pain of some sort." Stiles hears out the whispered segment of his best friend's reply.

"He looked like he was suffering from a migraine that came from hell." The Caucasian teen muses out. "Never saw the icy enigmatic king go through something like that. That was…weird."

"Okay why is everyone calling him a 'icy enigmatic king'? Why is that a title or nickname for him? Is everyone here intimidated by him?" The werewolf asks, just very baffled by the school seeing him as that.

"Scotty, are you kidding me? Do you not know the reputation and aristocratic flair he holds in our school? He earned that nickname or whatever after ridiculing and verbally destroying the entire senior grade boys' egos when he was a freshman. Plus he holds popularity in a way and has a academic rivalry with Lydia-"

"I know the last part," Scott interjects Stiles, preventing him from going on a logorrhea of dialogue. "It's just that he didn't look too good. He looked…frightened."

Stiles eyebrows raise abruptly at Scott’s reply with Seraph being frightened.

"I don't hate him, I feel like he hates me for being a chatterbox and ruining his ''work time" for being excessively annoying or with my presence around I don't know." Stiles let's out with a sigh. "But I have to teach you to master your werewolfiness."

Their conversation to help Scott continues in hushed whispers.

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Harsh footsteps clatter against the white tiles of the school, the very same ones he sees everyday that will soon be filled with students scrambling in panic and fear in the near future.

It lacks logical evidence. Why did he get such a severely critical egregious premonition? One that conveyed him the impending danger of the Beast of Gevaudan who will soon cause havoc and rampage on innocent teenagers in a high school during a large lacrosse game?

What caused the Beast's rise? On a more serious inquiry, how did Scott become an alpha? Did he…kill the Alpha that turned him into a werewolf and gained his powers? It isn't adding up. He doesn't qualify Scott to be a killer even if he is a werewolf.

Who was the young player with the number 9 uniform? The beta werewolf who attacked the Beast? The Asian girl who is a Kitsune? People in the near future? Because despite his indifference and carelessness of who others are, that doesn't mean he doesn't remember a face. His photographic memory is too keen for that-

His pestering and unquenchable thoughts were cut when he suddenly clashes into someone. But due to his supernatural strength and stability, he remains still. The sound of someone gasping slightly and a thud to the floor makes Seraph glance down to see a familiar face.

"Damn. What the hell are you made of, bricks?" Isaac Lahey asks, his voice a rough mixture of annoyance and apprehension.

"I am sorry for that." Seraph apologizes. Dread and angst coil within his abdomen. This is the second time he bumped into his ex-childhood friend. "Let me help-"

"Why? You ghost me at any chance you had in school. You're about to go back to doing that after you help me up." Isaac declares with snark, getting up on his feet. The slight bruise by his eye is visibly showing. Seraph tries to ignore it.

"I have my reasons for doing what I did."

"Yeah, reasons that you clearly didn't give me and left me unable to figure out."

"As if you could comprehend the strictly strategized reason I carefully planned out. It is none of your concern." Seraph replies coldly, his patience running thin. Isaac sends him a vehement expression.

"I-I don't understand…what did I do to…deserve your iciness? Why did you stop talking to me? Was it because you decided to cut ties because you were rich and intelligent?" Isaac probes, sounding small and anxious.

"Lahey I do not have the patience to properly assess this right now. I have important matters to attend to. " Seraph cuttingly implies. Ignoring the remorse swirling inside of him.

"You even call me by my last name instead of Isaac. You don't have the patience to do it or you don't want to because you want to feel better than everyone else?" The tall teen asks, testing his luck.

"Are you going to continue your nescient skirmish? Because I am not the one who keeps his abuse wrapped up in lies or pretends to think he isn't a victim when he is a victim." Seraph hears himself answer back before it's too late and his eyes widen slightly at how harsh he sounded. He glances up to see Isaac’s aghast and crestfallen expression plastering his roughed up face, and his eyes shining with water.

Seraph never says his brutal and honest thoughts out loud to prevent reactions like this. He usually has a well thought out response he carefully plans. But that premonition is discombobulating his brain. He did not mean to hurt isaac.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to respond like-"

"Don't bother. Now I know where we stand." Isaac hisses out between anger and sadness before shoulder checking Seraph and out of his sight. The enigmatic exhales a sigh of frustration. He didn't mean to respond to Isaac like that. It wasn't his intention to throw his abuse and pain in his face.

Damn it, since when has a harrowing premonition disrupt his train of thoughts and brain activity so severely that his cold and icy words let out in a spree of carelessness?

Has Isaac always tried to understand why he severed ties with him? Has Matt also tried understanding why or was he too focused in his recovery from trauma to ask?

Guilt clouds his mind and abdomen, Seraph stares at the floor in disappointment. That shouldn't have been said to a childhood friend he knew for 12 years. It should have ended differently instead of being cruel and callous.

Now he may have lost any chance to recover that once golden friendship he shared with Isaac.

Suddenly, the urge to continue classes felt fruitless today. He turns right and heads to the main office to have himself go home today

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Ouch! I wrote the ending with angst. Sorry, not sorry. (But I am truly sorry for Isaac😢😢 Seraph you jerk.)

But what did you all notice from the chapter? The foreshadowing? The unmentioned yet familiar characters? The first ever interaction between Scott and Seraph? Or the amount of name drops and familiar names you read? Let me hear your thoughts, feedbacks and criticism?

Also, what are the Kingfishers? What is Seraph's supernatural identity?

Chapter 5 will be release the following Monday. Have fun figuring out the dilemma😈

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