The Seraph and Her Wolf: Chapter 4
The Elders agreed to bring all their clan members to the Blaze Manor in Australia until the islands were prepared for them.
Damian had promised they would receive those islands. And Damian Breeze never broke a promise.
He called his assistant that very night, requesting several helicopters and a cruise ship to be dispatched to Antarctica. It took less than a week to mobilize. A month later, all the Seraphs who had escaped from planet E6 had settled temporarily in the Blaze Manor, far from the ice and wind that had threatened their survival.
As he had foreseen, informing his family was the harder task.
Damian stood before his grandfather, Jonathan Breeze—the previous patriarch of the Breeze House and the very man who had shaped Damian's steel-like resolve. As expected, Jonathan was livid.
"I am the head of this house. I decide what happens to our properties!" He roared, his voice echoing through the hall. "I am also the World President. If not me, who will give their islands to those who took refuge on our planet?"
"I don't care!" Jonathan snapped. "I bought those islands. They're mine!"
"Then should I give them the Breeze Islands, the ones just a few kilometers away from the ones you bought?" Damian asked calmly.
Jonathan paused. That caught him. The Breeze Islands were legacy land—passed down for generations, tied to their family's name.
"...No. Not the Family Islands." He muttered. "You can give the ones I bought."
Damian smiled faintly and left the room before his grandfather realized what had just happened. Behind him, Jonathan rubbed his temple, muttering, "That kid... He's got some guts." And yet, he smiled too. He had always been proud of his grandson, now the most respected man on Earth.
With the matter settled, Damian threw himself into preparation. He contacted engineers, architects, elemental consultants, and military zoning officials. Every resource he had access to was pulled in to fulfill his promise.
When the Elders were finally invited to visit the islands, they were stunned into silence.
The six islands had been transformed into havens—each a tribute to the clans that had endured centuries of persecution and suffering.
For the Flame Seraphs, a volcanic island with magma chambers and lava flows surrounded their stone manor. Damian had personally asked Elder Mart if they could control molten rock. When Mart confirmed, Damian ensured the manor was nestled safely within the volcanic ridges—raw, blazing, alive.
For the Aqua Seraphs, an island of rivers and calm pools awaited. The manor was surrounded by slow-moving currents, natural lakes, and cool sea breezes. Relaxation and fluidity flowed through the very design.
The Aero Seraphs found their manor perched atop a cliff face, exposed to constant winds and surrounded by clear skies. Gliders, towers, and spiraled rooftops gave them the freedom to soar.
The Geo Seraphs were given the most forested island. Damian refused to level a single tree. Instead, the manor was built on an infertile patch of land that had once been a quarry, transformed now into a lush garden haven for the Seraphs who thrived among soil and stone.
The Storm Seraphs, though hardest to accommodate, were given an island with high elevation and metallic towers that could channel lightning into safe conduits. Their manor was reinforced to absorb surges of electrical energy, allowing them to train without fear of destruction.
At the center of it all stood the Lobos' island—larger, flatter, and connected by bridges to each of the five outer islands. It was a symbol of balance and unity. As the Lobos often acted as peacekeepers and mind-stabilizers, the central island allowed them to remain connected to all clans, to be the soul between the elements.
The Elders were speechless.
Damian had not only fulfilled his promise—he had honored each of them with respect, thought, and trust.
And that trust was returned.
A few years later, Earth faced a threat unlike any before—an alien invasion that pushed even the most advanced Earthian defense systems to the brink of collapse. In desperation, the World Council called upon the Seraphs.
They answered.
Their powers, combined with their alien technology and centuries of survivalist knowledge, changed the course of the battle. It took two years. Two long, bitter years. But the Seraphs helped repel the invaders and saved Earth from annihilation.
In the aftermath, humanity finally understood what it meant to be given a second chance.
The Seraphs were no longer outsiders. They were allies. Heroes. Survivors.
Damian revealed the full truth to the world—how the Seraphs had come to Earth, what they had endured, and why they had fled. The world listened. And for once, the world did not judge.
One year later, Miya and Damian were married. In the final battle of the invasion, they had almost lost their lives. The Elders offered to transform them—into Seraphs, like those they had fought beside.
Miya received the gift of flame. Damian inherited the gift of water. And with that, fire and tide became bound not just by fate, but by power.
Though they could no longer have children of their own, they adopted the orphans and abandoned youth from the side branches of their families. These children were trained, loved, and raised as their own. They gave them a name—Blaze-Breeze and Breeze-Blaze, each taking the other's name to seal their unity.
And so, peace blossomed.
But it wasn't just the islands that flourished.
With the help of the Geo Seraphs, new islands were raised from the sea, expanding the original circle. Some became farmland. Others transformed into academies, laboratories, sanctuaries, and historical sites. Bridges of stone and energy connected them all.
A council was formed—half Seraph, half human.
And together, they gave this new nation a name.
Seraphim.
A name that echoed across oceans and reached satellites in orbit. A name that honored those who had fallen and those who had risen. A name for a country where flame, water, wind, stone, lightning, and mind lived together.
Seraphim became the first interspecies nation on Earth.
Humans came to learn, study, and trade. Tourists sailed from every continent to witness the floating cities, the crystal spires, the gardens where flowers bloomed from air and soil alike.
Seraphim shone like a beacon of what the world could be.
On the day of its official founding, Miya stood beside Damian on the observation deck of the Flame Manor. The sky was streaked with sunset gold and seawater blue.
"They called us fallen angels." She whispered.
Damian's hand closed gently over hers. "Now we're something more."
And from that moment on, Seraphim stood as a testament to unity.
But no one knew how fragile peace could be.
No one saw the emberswaiting beneath the ash.
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