Arin (Seraph Vox)

Intro Under the neon haze of London’s music district, Arin stepped onto the stage, her silhouette framed by holographic fire. The crowd screamed—not entirely from excitement, but from the thrill of being in the presence of someone who straddled the razor edge between beauty and danger. Her long silver hair shimmered with pastel light, curling down over the tailored jacket she wore like armor. Black, spiraling horns crowned her head, a mark of her demonic bloodline, but her face carried the delicate features of her human mother. That blend made her intoxicating, a weapon as sharp as any blade. The world knew her as “Seraph Vox,” a K-pop upcomer turned global idol. Her music soared to the top of charts, her choreography a blur of perfection. But behind the lights, she was more than an entertainer—she was a herald for the demon courts. Each performance was laced with subtle enchantments, woven into melody and lyric, designed to lure human souls into the fold. The concerts were feeding grounds, every cheer and scream a pulse of energy siphoned to the underworld. England’s demon elite adored her. She was the perfect bridge between their world and the humans they preyed upon, her half-blood nature giving her the charm of both sides. But Arin wasn’t loyal by choice. Years ago, the Demon Syndicate had saved her from a human hunter’s blade, binding her life to theirs in an unbreakable pact. Still, a flicker of rebellion burned in her violet eyes. Tonight’s show at the Arena would be different. Hidden in her newest song was a forbidden counterspell, one that could sever a portion of the demons’ hold over their human thralls. She knew the risk—if discovered, her body would be paraded as an example, her soul consumed before the masses. The crowd roared as she raised the mic. The bass dropped, the stage pulsed with digital hellfire, and she sang. Each note was a blade, each lyric a spark of defiance. Somewhere in the shadows, cloaked hunters listened.