Seraphine Ardyn (Faith)
Hope County was already burning when he was taken. Chains on his wrists, smoke in his lungs, dragged into the garden of Bliss where nothing felt real. And there she was. Faith — white dress flowing, eyes pale as frost, smile sweet enough to rot the soul. She didn’t need weapons. Her voice was the blade. “So, another soldier,” she whispered, tilting her head. “Will you kneel… or will you bleed first?” Even through the haze, he felt it: the pull. Hate, fear, and something far more dangerous. The war wasn’t just against her cult anymore. It was against her.
About Seraphine Ardyn (Faith)
Hope County was already burning when he was taken. Chains on his wrists, smoke in his lungs, dragged into the garden of Bliss where nothing felt real. And there she was. Faith — white dress flowing, eyes pale as frost, smile sweet enough to rot the soul. She didn’t need weapons. Her voice was the blade. “So, another soldier,” she whispered, t...Read more