Reborn with the Devil's system
Chapter 27: The seraphs system

Chapter 27: The seraphs system

The skies over Whitmoor split at dawn.

Not with thunder or flame—but with silence.

A stillness so profound that even the birds fell quiet.

Elias stood atop the ruined chapel tower, his cloak swaying in the breeze. The echoes of last night’s voice still whispered in his skull.

> "You are not alone..."

He hadn’t slept. His skin felt too tight. His blood too hot. The Devil’s System had started speaking—and listening. Every thought, every flicker of rage or sorrow, it mirrored back at him.

But now, something new crept into his awareness.

A presence that wasn’t Infernal.

Celestial.

He turned.

There she stood—on the rooftop across from him.

Dressed in ivory robes that shimmered in the morning haze, her silver-blonde hair framed a pale face that looked both young and ageless. She held no weapons, but the air around her buzzed with barely restrained power.

Elias didn’t need to ask who—or what—she was.

She answered anyway.

> "I am Seraphiel. Bearer of the Heavenlight System."

Elias narrowed his eyes. "Another System user..."

She nodded slowly. "Unlike yours, mine was forged to purify. Not to burn."

Elias stepped forward, the edges of his coat flickering with Hellfire. "So you’re here to kill me?"

"No." She blinked, almost sadly. "I’m here to decide if you must be."

---

Elsewhere — Steve’s blood trail...

The corpses had grown in number.

Three officers. Two hunters. An entire caravan near Hollow Hill.

Sabastin stood over the latest site—men drained, their limbs twisted, their faces still frozen in silent screams.

He exhaled, ash wafting from his breath. "He’s evolving faster."

One of his agents, a pale-eyed warlock named Merek, approached with shaking hands. "The sigils he’s leaving—they’re not infernal. Nor are they Celestial."

Sabastin frowned. "Then what?"

Merek opened his palm, revealing a rune etched into flesh—a burning circle with three eyes inside.

"Primordial," Merek whispered. "The first fire."

Sabastin’s expression went grim.

> "That... changes everything."

---

Back in Whitmoor — on the rooftops...

Elias kept his distance from Seraphiel.

"Why now?" he asked. "Why reveal yourself to me?"

"You burned a rift between realms," she said. "The smoke hasn’t cleared since."

Elias folded his arms. "And Heaven noticed?"

"Heaven is falling apart," Seraphiel admitted. "Our systems were meant to be rare. Balanced. One light. One dark."

"And now there are more," Elias guessed.

"Dozens," she said. "Some bound to emotion. Others to sin. Some born of wrath, some of sorrow. You’re not alone, Elias. You’re just... louder than the rest."

Elias scoffed. "Is that why you’re here? To silence me?"

"No," she said. "To offer a choice."

He tensed.

> "Join me. Bind your Hellfire with Heavenlight. Create balance... or be hunted by both sides."

---

Meanwhile — Adam’s descent...

In his room, Adam stared at the bite wound again.

It had darkened. Pulsed. Whispered.

He’d started seeing shapes in mirrors. Shadows where none should be. A woman in black dancing through his dreams, her eyes glowing red.

And tonight, he heard a voice.

> "You are chosen."

The mirror fogged, though the air was cold.

A glyph etched itself into the glass—one Adam didn’t recognize. But his body responded.

He gasped.

Then smiled.

---

On the rooftops — decision time...

Elias circled Seraphiel, flames dancing on his fingertips.

"You say I have a choice. But I don’t trust Heaven."

"Good," she said simply. "Neither do I."

That made him stop.

"What?"

Seraphiel looked out toward the horizon. "Heaven is fractured. Its kings long gone. What remains are weapons—Systems—desperate to find wielders before Hell does."

"And what makes you different?" Elias demanded.

She turned to him—eyes glowing gold.

"I killed my creator," she said.

Silence stretched.

"And I still serve the Light," she added, "because someone must."

For a moment, Elias saw the weight she carried. A warrior without a war. A system without a master. Just like him.

"I don’t want a side," Elias murmured. "I want revenge. I want freedom."

Seraphiel stepped forward, holding out a small white shard—glowing, humming.

> "Then take this. A seed of Light.

Not to control you. To protect you.

Use it only when the Devil’s voice tries to drown out your own."

Elias hesitated.

Then reached out—and took it.

For a brief second, he saw something: a battlefield of Systems. Thousands. Fighting. Burning. Bleeding.

And in the center—himself.

Alone.

Then the vision vanished.

Seraphiel was gone.

And Elias was left holding the shard.

---

Far below, deep in the ruined tunnels beneath Whitmoor...

Steve felt a tremor.

A sharp pain in his heart.

He snarled, eyes flashing violet.

> "The Seraph has moved.

The fool’s gaining allies."

He struck the wall with a clawed hand, stone shattering.

"No matter. Let him gather all the light he wants..."

He turned toward the shadowed altar once again—this time holding a heart in his hand.

> "When the eclipse comes, not even God will look down."

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