NUN'S REVENGE

CHAPTER SIX — The Night They Came for Me

(Seraphina’s POV)

I didn’t sleep.

Not because I couldn’t…

…but because I refused to.

Sleep was vulnerability.

And tonight, vulnerability would get me killed.

I sat on the edge of my bed, fully dressed beneath the thin nun’s robe, boots already on, my senses stretched tight like a wire ready to snap.

They were coming.

I knew it the moment I saw my name on that list.There had been no panic or fear.

Just a quiet, burning certainty. This is how I get to him. Lord Michael.

The name echoed in my mind like a curse.

Elara died trying to uncover him. I would finish what she started, even if it meant walking straight into hell.

The knock came just after midnight.

I stood immediately without hesitation, or pretending.

“Enter,” I said.

The door creaked open slowly.

Two men stepped inside, they were not priests nor nuns. They were something else dressed in dark clothing, their movements precise, their expressions empty.

Like soldiers.

Or handlers.

Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to.

I stepped forward before they could say a word.

“I’m ready.”

One of them paused.

Just slightly surprised. Good.

Let them underestimate me.They led me through the corridors.Not the usual paths.

No candles, no prayers, just darkness.

The deeper we went, the colder it became.

The air shifted, this wasn’t the church anymore.

This was something beneath it. A hidden world.

We reached a door, it wasn't wooden or metal but it was heavy.

It opened with a low, echoing sound that sent a chill down my spine.

And then…

I saw it.

A large underground chamber. Dimly lit.

Filled with shadows and people.

Nuns.

Dozens of them. They were standing and waiting in silence.

Fear hung in the air like smoke, it was thinking and suffocating but beneath it….Something else. Resignation.

They had given up. I hadn’t.

I stepped into the line without being told.

Blending in, observing and counting. There were at least twenty of us. Too many. This wasn’t random. This was organized systematically. My jaw tightened.

At the far end of the room stood a familiar figure, who was calm, composed and watching…Dominic Hale.

Father Dominic. Of course.

He moved slowly along the line, like a man inspecting merchandise. My stomach turned, But I kept my face neutral.

My breathing is steady.

When he reached me…He stopped, his gaze lingered longer than necessary. “You continue to surprise me,” he said quietly.

“I get that a lot.”

A faint smile touched his lips, but his eyes…

They were sharp and searching deep inside mine.

“Do you understand what is happening tonight?” he asked.

I met his gaze unflinching.

“Yes.”...........

“And you do not fear it?”

I tilted my head slightly.

“Should I?”

For a moment…Something unreadable crossed his face.

Then—He stepped back.

“Interesting.” Minutes passed or maybe longer.

Time felt strange down here.

Then—The doors opened and everything changed.

The air shifted instantly, it felt colder and sharper. Every instinct in my body reacted.

Predator.

Something entered the room.

Something ancient and dangerous.

The nuns around me stiffened.

Some trembled.

Others lowered their heads even further in fear.

I lifted my gaze slowly and then…I saw him.

Lord Michael

He moved with effortless grace. He looked tall and commanding.

Dressed in black that seemed to swallow the dim light around him.

His presence alone changed the atmosphere.

Like everything in the room belonged to him, Including us.

His gaze swept across the line, casual and detached.

Until—It stopped on me.

The moment stretched, Something passed between us. A slow smile curved his lips.

And suddenly…I understood something very clearly.

This man—

This thing—

was not like the others.

He wasn’t hiding in the dark, he was the dark.

He stepped closer. Each movement is deliberate and controlled.

Stopping directly in front of me.

Up close…He was even more dangerous.

His eyes—They weren’t normal. Too deep.

Too knowing.

“What is your name?” he asked.

His voice was smooth and dangerously calm.

“Seraphina,” I replied. His gaze sharpened slightly.

“Not Sister?” he asked.

“I don’t pretend.”

Silence.

Then—

He laughed softly.

“I like this one,” he said, glancing briefly at Father Dominic.

A flicker of something crossed the reverend’s face like annoyance.

“Step forward,” Lord Michael said.

I did, without hesitation.

The other girls shifted slightly behind me with fear rippling through them, but I didn’t look back.

I only looked at him because this was it. The monster behind everything. The one who took my sister and I was standing right in front of him.

He studied me for a long moment slowly circling. Like a predator deciding what to do with its prey.

“You’re not afraid,” he observed.

“No.”

“Why?”

I met his gaze.

Let the truth slip—just enough.

“Because I’ve already lost everything that matters.”

Something shifted in his expression.

“Careful,” he said softly.

“Why?”

“People like you…” he murmured, stepping closer, his voice lowering, “either become very powerful…”

His fingers lifted slightly—Hovering near my chin.

Not touching.

But close enough to feel the threat.

“Or they break beautifully.”

My lips curved slightly.

“Which one do you think I am?”

A pause.

Then—His smile deepened.

“I intend to find out.”

He turned away.

“Take her,” he said.

My pulse didn’t spike nor race.

This was part of the plan, I let them lead me.

But as I walked past him…I felt his gaze on me.

Good.

Because if I had his attention…Then I had a way in and once I was inside his world…

I would destroy it from the inside out.

No matter what it cost me.