As they stepped through the grand golden portal, the stuffy and oppressive atmosphere of the human world was instantly left behind and the fragrant and magical winds of the Serpent Land greeted them. As Elena's footsteps touched the velvety grass of the Serpent Land as they emerged from the portal, a faint music rose from the earth, as if the land itself was welcoming her, recognising the arch of its queen's footsteps. Elena's parents, who had been suspended between terror and wonder as they stepped outside the portal, were left breathless at the sight before them. Before them was a valley stretching for miles, where the leaves on the trees shone like emeralds, and on the distant horizon, the towering towers of the Serpent Land could be seen tearing through the clouds and disappearing into the vastness of the sky. The seraph, whose hand was still on Elena's waist, pulled her closer to him a little so that she could feel the warmth of his presence. Elena looked into the seraph's golden eyes, where there was no longer any fear, but a triumphant glow that told her that no enemy would be able to break through their walls. The seraph leaned down and whispered in Elena's ear, "Look, Elena, this is your home, this is your subject, and I am your prince who will always seek your footsteps."
As the royal heralds of the serpent world blew their magical trumpets, the entire serpent world began to chant the name of "Queen Elena." Thousands of dragons and serpents stood in rows in their human form, and as Elena and the seraph's caravan moved forward, they all bowed to their knees in respect. For Elena's parents, it was nothing less than a dream come true; they forgot all their worries at the sight of their daughter in such glory. Seraf took Elena's hand and led her to a royal carriage drawn by milky white flying horses, with golden curtains hanging above it. As soon as they sat in the carriage, Seraf pulled Elena close to him and, lovingly tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, looked at her face carefully. "Your fatigue is in your eyes," Seraf said in a very romantic tone and then took both of Elena's hands in his and kissed them. Elena closed her tired eyes and rested her head on Seraf's shoulder. At that moment no force in the world seemed as strong as Seraf's embrace, in which she felt complete.
As soon as they reached the main gate of the palace, where the silver walls were bathed in moonlight, Seraf got out of the carriage and lifted Elena into his arms. Elena shyly put her hands around Seraph's neck, while her parents and members behind her were smiling and watching the scene. Seraph took her up the palace stairs, where the magic candles were automatically lighting. As soon as they reached the middle of the royal chamber, Seraph put Elena down but leaned close to her lips and kissed her in such a deep and passionate way that it once again ignited the same golden fire in Elena that had ignited when she sat on the throne. This kiss contained the cure for the centuries of thirst of the Nag Lok and the bitterness of their struggle. Elena tightly gripped Seraph's shirt in her hands, the intensity of his touch made her realise that she had now become a woman beyond any magical power who was completely captivated by the love of her beloved. When Seraph left her, Elena's breathing was irregular and her eyes were shining with the intensity of emotions.
A grand banquet was held inside the palace, where Elena's parents were served the finest dishes of the Nag Lok. Baba Kohsar and Seraf's parents stepped forward to welcome Elena and place the ancient crown that shone only when its wearer was pure of heart. When Elena saw her mother, who was now proudly watching her daughter's coronation, tears of joy welled up in her eyes. Seraf took Elena's hand and led her to the Nag Lok throne, but before sitting on the throne, they both paused for a moment and looked into each other's eyes. "This throne is not just a pile of wood or stone, Seraf," Elena said solemnly, "it is a symbol of our covenant that we made in the snowy valley." Seraf smiled and placed his lips on Elena's hand and promised that he would always be her protector. That night, the sky of Nag Lok was dancing not with stars but with magical lights, announcing that the darkness had ended and a kingdom of love had begun that would never be seen in history.
Seraph took Elena to the highest balcony of the palace, from where the entire Nag Lok looked like a sparkling jewel. The air was filled with the scent of roses and musk, and the moon was in its full glory. Seraph hugged Elena from behind and rested his head on her chin, saying, "Tomorrow will be your formal wedding celebration, but tonight is just ours." Elena turned and saw the same romantic thirst in Seraph's eyes that was enough to drive her crazy. She placed her hand on Seraph's chest and smiled softly, "I am yours, Seraph, today and forever." The seraph wrapped her in his arms and they both lost themselves in the magic of that moonlit night, while below, the subjects of the serpent world sang songs of peace to their new queen.
The atmosphere of celebration was in Nag Lok, but beneath the layers of celebration lay a suspense that Elena and Seraph were still unaware of. Standing in Seraph's embrace on the palace balcony, Elena, now 17 years old, was living the most beautiful dream of her life. But as Seraph bent his head to kiss Elena's lips, the ancient clock of Nag Lok suddenly began to ring on its own. It was not a tune of joy, but rather a "bloody warning" that only rang when an ancient evil imprisoned beneath the earth of Nag Lok was awakened. The smile disappeared from Seraph's face and his golden eyes suddenly turned to look at the horizon, where the sky was turning from blue to deep red. Elena felt that the crown on her head had suddenly become so hot that it was like red-hot iron. He took off his crown in a hurry, but a black serpent mark had already appeared on his forehead—a sign of the return of the "Black Queen."
At that moment, instead of water, the magical fountains in the palace courtyard began to boil black blood. Panic and fear spread among the celebrating subjects. Elena's parents, who had been rejoicing at the wonders of the serpent world, suddenly fell silent, their eyes turning white as if someone had sucked their souls. Seraph pulled Elena behind him and drew his sword, "Light of the Dragon," but the blue light of the sword was fading today. "This is impossible!" For the first time, there was a tremor of fear in Seraph's voice. "This is the spell of the 'Death of the Serpent,' which my ancestors buried under seven layers of earth centuries ago. Elena, step back! Your human blood is acting as a magnet for this spell." Elena felt her feet sinking into the ground and thousands of bony hands were pulling her out from under the ground. This scene was no less than a horrific horror movie, where the smell of decay and the cries of souls echoed everywhere.
Even in this shadow of terror, Seraph did not leave Elena's side. He created a powerful magical barrier and hugged Elena. This time their hug was not for comfort but for survival. Seraph whispered in Elena's ear, "Elena, you must use all the love of your 17 years of life as a shield. This enemy will not be defeated by magic, but only by sacrifice." Despite her fear, Elena took Seraph's face in her hands and gave her a farewell kiss on the lips that included the taste of her blood. As soon as their lips met, a golden fire erupted from Elena's body, burning those black hands to ashes, but the price of this magical collision was that black wounds began to appear on Seraph's body. Elena cried out, "Seraph! You are suffering because of me! Let me go, this magic is calling me!"
Suddenly, the ground in the middle of the palace cracked and an ancient coffin was revealed, on which was a picture of the first rebel queen of the Snake People, the "Black Serpent". The lid of the coffin exploded and a beautiful but extremely terrifying woman appeared from it, with live black snakes waving in place of her hair. She looked at Elena and laughed a laugh that shattered the palace's windows. "So this is the 17-year-old girl who has taken over my throne?" She waved her hand and Elena's parents were suspended in the air. "Elena! If you want your parents' necks not to break, you must draw this dagger from the seraph's chest and pour your royal blood into this coffin." The seraph held Elena's hand, tears in his eyes but he was smiling. "Elena... if my death saves your parents and this kingdom, then I am ready."
This confluence of romance and terror had become a terrifying test for Elena. On one side was the life of her parents, and on the other, her beloved, without whom she could not even breathe. Elena raised the magic dagger, her hands trembling. She looked at the seraph, who closed his eyes and waited for her blow. Elena came so close to the seraph that their breaths began to mix once again. She raised the dagger, but instead of hitting the seraph's chest, she hit her palm. Her golden blood fell to the floor and with an explosion, the entire valley shook. "I will not sacrifice my love, I swear by my queenship that I will root out this black magic!" Elena's voice now had that magical resonance that only comes when a queen puts her life on the line. Elena's body emitted such a bright light that the "black serpent"'s eyes began to burn and she was pushed back towards the coffin. But as she left, she made a terrifying prophecy, "Elena! You saved Seraph today, but your wedding night will be the last night of your honeymoon. The moment you become Seraph's bride, the end of the serpent world will begin!" Saying this, she disappeared, but left a heavy burden in the air. Seraph lifted the bleeding Elena into his arms, his eyes filled with immense longing and love. He kissed Elena's bloody hand and led her into the palace, where a battle between magic and death was now to be prepared.
The Poisonous Night and the Promise of Honeymoon
As soon as the "Black Serpent" disappeared, the palace hall suddenly went cold, as if the blood inside the walls had congealed. Elena, whose hand was still dripping with golden blood, lay limp in Seraph's arms. The burden of this prophecy on her 17-year-old soul was like a mountain breaking. "The last night of your honeymoon..." These words were piercing her mind like a sharp nail. Seraph pressed her more tightly to his chest, his heartbeats ringing in Elena's ears like a drum, reassuring her that she was still alive. The seraph led her to the royal bedroom, where the air was now filled with the scent of musk and oud, and a strange sense of decay. The seraph laid Elena down on the velvet bed and knelt before her. He took Elena's bleeding hand and began to kiss her wound with his lips. As the seraph's lips touched her wound, magical waves ran through Elena's body and her pain turned into a sweet heat.
"Elena, look at me." The seraph's voice had a depth that only comes in the shadow of death. "The black serpent has tried to scare us, but she does not know that the love that defeated blindness will not be defeated by an ancient curse." Elena looked at the seraph with tearful eyes and hugged him tightly. This time their meeting was so intense that Elena's nails tore into Seraph's royal robes and embedded themselves in his body. She didn't want to lose him. Seraph lifted Elena's face and looked into her eyes, where fear and immense romantic thirst were dancing together. Seraph very gently placed his lips on Elena's lips and kissed her in a way that was different from all previous kisses. There was bitterness in it, a cry, and a promise that even if death came, she would pass between their lips.
The length of this kiss dispelled the coldness of the room, and Elena felt her 17-year-old body filling with a new stream of magical power. When Seraph released her, both of them were out of breath. Seraph wiped the tears that had spread across Elena's cheeks with his hand and took out a magical dagger that had automatically appeared in his hand. "If she says our wedding night will be our last, then we will turn this night into eternity." Seraph kissed the black serpent mark on Elena's forehead, which was now fading. But the suspense was not over yet; suddenly, the mirrors in the room began to turn black and showed the faces of Elena's parents, still in this magical stupor, but with black snakes crawling around their necks. This was the final act of the "black serpent"—if Elena married Seraph, her parents' souls would be buried in darkness forever.
Elena looked at the mirror and then at Seraph. Before her now was a choice that could drive any human mad. "Seraph, she won't let us live. We have to fight her, but not the way she wants." Elena got out of bed, golden rays now emanating from her dress. She took Seraph's hand and led him to the window, where the entire Seraph world could be seen. "If our wedding night brings death, we will make that death our power," Elena whispered a plan in Seraph's ear that filled Seraph's eyes with wonder and glory. It was a spell that could only be cast by "blood bonding," and one that came at a high price. Seraph put his hand around Elena's waist and pulled her close, capturing her lips once more, as if he wanted to hide the horror of the plan in this romantic moment.
The wedding trumpets outside the palace began to sound again, but their sound now had a terrifying echo. Elena began to put on her red wedding dress, but her magic had begun to form in the fibres of that dress. Seraph bathed his sword in his own blood so that it could cut through any soul. As the moon reached its final position, the palace doors opened and Elena emerged as a bride, but her hands were not henna but magical lines that were a message of death to the enemy. The Seraph was stunned to see her; she seemed to be the most beautiful and most dangerous queen in the world at that moment. The two of them held each other's hands and headed towards the altar where the wedding ceremony was to take place, while the shadows of the black serpent danced on the walls, waiting for the moment when they would strike.
The main hall of the palace, once a cradle of joy, had now been transformed into an ancient and mysterious altar. The light of the magical candles in the air had turned blue and purple, casting the shadow of the black serpent on the walls like a giant temple. As Elena descended the stairs in her bridal gown, a golden vibration was emanating from the ground with each step. Her 17-year-old existence was no longer just flesh and blood, but had become a mixture of light and fire whose heat could be felt from afar. Seraph, who looked like a dark god in a black velvet robe, held Elena's hand. His hand was cold as ice, but the fire in his eyes was melting Elena's soul. The seraph pulled Elena closer, their clothes tangled together, and the seraph whispered in her ear, "If this is our last night, I want even death to be jealous that someone could merge so deeply with each other."
The wedding ceremony began, but it was no ordinary ceremony. According to ancient traditions of the serpent people, when a queen was cursed, she had to make a "blood vow." Elena reached out and the seraph made a small cut on Elena's palm with his magical dagger. As Elena's golden blood fell into the silver bowl, the palace walls and doors began to shake. The black serpent's laughter echoed in the air, "Only blood has fallen yet, life has yet to come out!" Suddenly, black smoke rose from all four corners of the hall and took the form of Elena's parents. They hung like lifeless stone statues, black lines radiating from their chests, moving towards Elena's crown. Elena looked at the seraph, her eyes pained but her resolve as strong as a rock. "Seraph, the time has come. The first part of our plan... my body is dedicated to your soul."
The seraph groaned and hugged Elena with more intensity than she could bear. He placed his lips on Elena's and began a long, deep kiss that was not merely romantic, but rather absorbed Elena's magical energy to protect her from the direct attack of the black serpent. During this kiss, Elena felt the life leaving her body transfer into the seraph, and the black veins in the seraph's body (which were the effect of the curse) were slowly turning golden. It was a dangerous combination of love and magic, where one's life could be the other's death. Elena's feet rose from the ground, and the Seraph lifted her into the air. A storm of golden and black rays erupted around them, which began to break the pillars of the palace.
The black serpent was horrified at this. "You are giving your life for this man? Seraph, you will be finished!" He threw a terrifying black ball at the two of them, but Elena, at that very moment, broke away from the Seraph's lips and created such a wave with her scream that the ball exploded in the air. Elena's face had now completely changed; her eyes were burning like pure gold. She placed the Seraph's hand on her heart, where the light of the "Morning" (ancient diamond) was now clearly visible. "You have drunk my blood, Seraph; now we are no longer two bodies. No,w if she kills me, you will live, and if she kills you, I will eradicate her from the roots." Seraph kissed Elena's face, her tears falling on Elena's cheeks. "We will not die, Elena. Today, the blood of the serpent people will write a new history."
Elena and Seraph began to recite the ancient spell known as 'Blood of the Dragon' together. The roof of the palace flew away and bolts of lightning from the sky began to fall directly on their bodies. The shadow of the black serpent began to be bound as Elena had now hidden her human heart within Seraph's magical chest. As the sky of terror and horror reached its peak, Elena made a mark on Seraph's shoulder with her nails and pulled him close to her once again, hiding her face in his neck. "Seraph... hold me... darkness is coming." The seraph engulfed him and his being was transformed into an explosion of light that illuminated every corner of the serpent world.
The explosion of light that erupted from the Seraph and Elena was not just a magical collision, but an announcement of the union of two worlds. For the first time in the history of the Seraph, the blood of a human and the soul of a royal serpent had been so deeply intertwined that even the shadows of the curse in the air were shattered. As the light wave died down, the palace hall that had been a battlefield a moment ago was now immersed in a strange and supernatural peace. Elena, whose head was still resting on Seraph's shoulder, felt her heartbeat now echoing in Seraph's chest. This "blood bond" was complete. Seraph pulled Elena aside a little and looked into her eyes, where human innocence was now combined with the glory of an ancient queen. The black veins on Seraph's face had now completely turned into golden lines, a sign that Elena's love had turned that poison into nectar.
Seraph placed his lips on Elena's forehead and gave her a long kiss, filled with gratitude and immense devotion. "You have risked your life to give me a power that my ancestors never imagined, Elena," Seraph's voice had a ring that penetrated Elena's veins. Elena smiled and ran her fingers over Seraph's hand, where her fingernail marks were still visible. "I did not risk my life, Seraph; I have surrendered my life to its rightful owner. Now if death comes to find us, it will have to find us both together." During this romantic conversation between them, that horrible laughter resounded in the air once again, but this time it seemed to come from afar, as if the "black serpent" was retreating in defeat but still had its final blow reserved.
Suddenly, the same black smoke emerged from behind the broken pillars of the palace again, but this time it took the form not of a dragon but of a small innocent child who fell at Elena's feet. "Save me... Queen, save me!" The child's voice was so painful that Elena's human heart began to melt for a moment. She had just moved forward when Seraph grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back. "Stop, Elena! This is the most heinous form of magic—the 'deception of innocence'. It wants to use your emotions as a weapon to extract that 'mortal' diamond from your chest." As Seraph said this, the child's face became distorted and its eyes began to burn like red embers. He stuck out his long tongue and attacked Elena, but Seraph split the shadow into two with a single swing of his sword, 'Light of the Dragon'.
The scene of terror had not yet ended when Elena's parents, who were suspended in the air, slowly began to descend. Elena ran towards them, but as soon as she touched her mother, she felt that her body was colder than ice. Those black snakes around their necks were now sinking into their skin. "Seraph! Do something! She's killing them!" Elena's screams shook the walls of the palace. Seraph placed his hand on Elena's and closed his eyes. "Elena, we must use our shared magic. Close your eyes and remember the moment we first felt each other. That pure love is the antidote to those black snakes."
Elena followed Seraph's instructions. She recalled in her mind the cold of the snowy valley and the warmth of Seraph's first touch. As their hands intertwined, a pink and golden light emerged from their existence and wrapped itself around Elena's parents. The black snakes could not bear the heat of the light and flew away like smoke. Elena's mother took a deep breath and opened her eyes. "Elena... my child..." Hearing this voice, Elena's tears came out. She hugged her parents (Hug). It was a scene where, after the horror and suspense, the sweetness of family love calmed the atmosphere.
But this peace was temporary. Seraph looked up at the sky, where the moon had now become half black and half golden. "The prophecy has begun, Elena. Although the 'Black Serpent' has retreated, it has captured the sun of the Serpent World. If we do not free it before dawn, this entire kingdom will be plunged into darkness forever, and every soul here will turn to stone." Elena looked into Seraph's eyes, where there was now a new determination. "Then why are you late? If my wedding night is a night of war, then I agree. I am ready to get off my dolly and go to the battlefield."
Seeing Elena's courage, Seraph once again took her in his arms and whispered in her ear, "Your bravery makes you my queen. But remember, in this war we must go to the 'Black Lake' where no king has returned alive to this day." Elena placed her hand on Seraph's lips and then removed it and gave him a light kiss (Lip Kiss). "Where my king is, there will be his queen. Even death will send us back from there because it knows that our love is beyond its limits." Seraph and Elena left their parents in the care of the Arkans and set off towards the most dangerous path in the Nag-Lok, which led to the 'Valley of Shadows'. Elena's red wedding dress was now transforming into a battle dress due to her magic, and the light from Seraph's sword was cutting through the darkness. Behind them, the palace trumpets were now announcing a great storm, and the greatest turning point in the history of the Nag-Lok was now before them.
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