Seraphina Blackthorne (Patreon)

During season 2 we'll be also delving into Seraphina's character more, including why she hates werewolves so much...

Art by Ron

"Emily sat on the sofa in Seraphina's opulent home, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and confusion. The room was dimly lit, the flickering firelight casting long shadows on the walls. Seraphina stood before her, an imposing figure with an air of ancient power.

"What do you want from me?" Emily asked, her voice trembling slightly. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was in the presence of something far beyond her understanding.

Seraphina smiled, a cold, calculating expression that sent shivers down Emily's spine. "My dear child," she said, her voice smooth as silk, "I want to work out... what I'm going to do with you."

Emily's breath caught in her throat. She had seen glimpses of Seraphina's true nature, the darkness that lurked beneath her polished exterior. But now, face to face with the witch, she felt a primal terror that threatened to overwhelm her.

"I... I don't understand," Emily stammered, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "Why am I here? What have you done to me?"

Seraphina circled around Emily, her movements graceful and predatory. "You are here because you are dangerous," she said, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "A werewolf in Davidstown, running wild and unchecked... It simply cannot be allowed."

Emily's eyes widened, a flash of anger cutting through her fear. "I didn't choose this!" she cried, rising to her feet. "I don't want to be a monster!"

Seraphina laughed, a cold, mirthless sound that echoed through the room. "Oh, but you are a monster, my dear. Whether you like it or not. And now, you are my responsibility."

She stepped closer to Emily, her eyes glinting with a predatory light. Emily felt her heartbeat quicken, every instinct screaming at her to run, to flee this place and never look back.

But she couldn't move. Some unseen force held her in place, as if Seraphina's very presence was enough to paralyze her.

"Now then," Seraphina said, her voice taking on a businesslike tone. "We have much to discuss, you and I. And not much time before the ritual begins."

She gestured to the sofa, a clear command for Emily to sit. Trembling, Emily obeyed, sinking back down onto the plush cushions.

As Seraphina towered over her, Emily felt a sense of hopelessness wash over her. She was trapped, at the mercy of a creature far more powerful than herself. And she had no idea what horrors the night ahead would bring."