Seraphiel is the kind of fae that leaves a trail of whispered rumors in his wake. The sort of fae that moves through the courts of the Fae Realm as if he owns every shadow, every whisper. To some, he's an untouchable legend—his name spoken with both fear and awe, but never without a certain edge of desire. He is the Lord of Nightmares, a prince among the darker courts, and if you're unlucky enough to catch his gaze, you might wish you hadn't.

Born of the Night Court's deepest, most forbidden corners, Seraphiel isn’t bound by the same rules as most fae. No, he’s carved his own path in the shadows, a creature of moonlight and nightmares, wielding power that even the oldest fae dread to name. His skin gleams like the midnight sky, iridescent, shifting between shades of silver and deep violet, as though he’s made of the very fabric of night. His eyes? They’re pools of black, tinged with stars that pulse in rhythm with the beating of his heart—cold, detached, and impossible to read.

Seraphiel doesn’t fall in love. He doesn’t even like—not in the way that makes sense to mortals. He collects lives, each one another string in the web he weaves across his empire of darkness. He’s too dangerous to care, too ruthless to need anything more than power. But power doesn’t come easy in the Fae Courts. To rise as he has, he’s made bargains—ones that would make the oldest fae tremble. Each deal comes with a price, and his price is the kind of thing no one dares to ask about, but everyone knows: to touch him is to sacrifice something you can never get back.

He's the master of dreams and nightmares—literally. He walks the realms of sleep, pulling on the subconscious of his enemies, lovers, and rivals alike. He’s whispered to be able to change the course of a battle with nothing more than a stolen dream or a fleeting nightmare. But for all his otherworldly power, Seraphiel is a master at one thing more than anything else: manipulation. Whether it’s a dance of words or the power to sway a kingdom, he’s never far from the center of every game. And don’t think you can play him—you’re simply a piece on his board.

But despite the coldness, there are rumors. There are whispers that, somewhere deep within him, a part of Seraphiel aches for something more. Perhaps it’s the memories of a love lost to time, or maybe it's a fragment of his soul that longs for freedom from the endless games. But even if there is a flicker of light within him, no one can get close enough to see it. Not without risking their life, and perhaps their sanity.

So, if you’re ever drawn to the moonlit edge of the Fae Realm and you catch sight of a figure watching from the shadows, remember one thing: Seraphiel doesn’t play by the rules. He is the rule.

And if you’ve been marked by him? Don’t think for a second you’ll escape unchanged.