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Introducing my Teen Wolf's OC mafia moodboard - Son of the Romanian Godfather 🇷🇴 and Albesçu Crime Family 🍷💎🏹💷

What it was like for Dylan's time and childhood in Romania before tragedy struck and he was moved to Beacon Hills by his family's consigliere to the Argent household to become a sharpshooter

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So...this moodboard here is introducing my Teen Wolf OC who will be the love interest of Brett Talbot. My OC has two names: Dylan Castle O

Not sure who is up now but I have just thought of an amazing Teen Wolf fanfic that is a canon au and it will involve a character of my creation who tantalizingly observes the events before them and with my writing, improve on plot purposes and give canon characters to shine!

NOW WHO'S WITH ME?! (Either way I will write it out just to admire my writing lol)

I got a title for it...it is called *Drumrolls*

The Wings Of An Enigmatic

(Sounds good doesn't it😎😎)

So here's to creating my Teen Wolf Fanfic that will be a canon AU, and will include a character of my creation who becomes the silent observer of certain events in the first two seasons. However despite my characters observations, I will write out and modify the plot and give all characters written time and developments that they deserve. So...HERE IT IS ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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The Wings Of An Enigmatic

Chapter 1: Veiled Insights

The Crowded Halls of the high school echoed the grim nature. What was usually a cacophony of chatter, lockers opening and closing, cheers and rough housing were whispers and conversations of a turbulent and gruesome event that happened.

The event of school bus driver Garrison Myers found brutally injured with critical wounds littering his skin, as well as his blood smeared over the broken back door of a school bus.

Seraph, listening to each conversation of each student, observes and sharpens his hearing while taking out his calculus text book and his folders. He acts in his mundane activities to get started in class while listening to other students. He finds it blasphemy that the Alpha attacked a school bus driver out of sheer violence.

Of course...there has to be a reason why. A beast does not attack a prey without reason. His hearing picks up on two very distinct voices.

Scott McCall, and his sarcastic but annoying comrade, Mieczyslaw Stilinski, or rather the neurodivergent likes to be called, 'Stiles'.

Scott is an amusing one to Seraph. The bespectacled teenager observed him since the day of the Lacrosse tryouts from the bleachers. The once asthmatic and nerdy teenager that Seraph remembers Scott to be, changed over the break to a teenager who showed athletic prowess, sharp hand to eye coordination, agility, super strength, and speed. The night of Beacon Hills first game only proved it and connected the dots for Seraph as he watched Scott coordinate the game, as well as hearing his subtle but aggressive growl that night of the game from the field to the bleachers.

Seraph knows Scott McCall is a freshly bitten Beta Werewolf, with Scott's best friend and a certain, werewolf Hale heir being the only ones aware of this.

Seraph felt the anxious aura of Scott as the former took out a pen for his notebook.

"She's not responding to any of my messages!" Scott utters rapidly to Stiles.

"I'm pretty sure she's alright Scotty. Probably not here yet." Despite Stiles assurances, Scott is not calm.

"Just help me find her."

Her? Oh that's right, the Argent heiress of the famous Argent hunting family. Allison Argent.

Seraph clarifies internally. He finds it odd for a werewolf to fall in love with the daughter of the Argents. Despite Allison not being aware of her heritage, it is noted that her appearance when she first arrived in Beacon Hills only noted one thing and that is the fact that the Argents are back in Beacon Hills for hunting business. They are back to seek out the monster who is causing havoc and is responsible for the death of Laura Hale. It's not like the Argents care about the latter.

Which explains why Derek Hale is suddenly in Beacon Hills. Perhaps...the Alpha is related to the Hale family?

The sound of a locker getting smashed caught Seraph's ears, but he only moved his eyes as he sees Scott punch a locker in pure frustration. Seraph held back an amused chuckle to himself when he realized that Scott broke the locker of Jackson Whittemore. Serves the egomaniac bastard right.

Seraph closes his locker to get ready for class. Out of his peripheral vision he sees Scott accidentally bump into Allison with her books dropped to the floor. Feeling Scott's relieved aura, the bespectacled teenager inquired that maybe...just maybe...Scott was present last night and assumed that he hurt Allison. But he is well aware the Latino teenager was trying to help the bus driver. Sadly, the Alpha's strength was inevitable to overcome.

Someone bumps into Seraph, but the teenager maintains his stance and instead looks, gazing up to see a tall dirty blonded teenager with a small but healing bruise on his eye. Seraph can smell the scent of dry blood and aura of misery and fear. The teen was none other than Isaac Lahey.

"I-I am so sorry I didn't m-mean to bump into you." Isaac quietly stumbles over his words. Seraph felt extremely bad for this passionate and artistic teenager.

"Do not worry, Lahey. I am perfectly unscathed as you can see." Seraph reassures Isaac. But through those broken blue eyes, the dark academia teen knew Isaac is going through something despicable.

Seraph steps a little forward with an inquiring gaze. "Lahey, are you okay?"

That causes the tall teenager to slightly recoil before he puts his walls back up and a guarded expression.

"I'm fine. I should go, don't want to disturb you or your academics." Isaac announces defensively, the tone of bitterness mixed with misery sounds over Seraph's ears. As much as he wants to help the teenager who is now walking away, what could Seraph do by just sensing aura and being able to read his mind? Sure he can show his mother, a well known and fierce attorney and Esquiress, but abused victims defend their parents as a psychological mechanism thinking they are the bad ones.

Even though Seraph's father, a political representative of Beacon Hills has such endless connections to help Isaac, he doesn't want to put the tall teenager through more trauma and end up at the behest and care of foster homes. Seraph will do what he does best, and that is to remain neutral.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Machiavelli of Beacon Hills and my academic rival, Kingfisher." A haughty and feminine tone procures his surname. Seraph rolls his eyes as he is very familiar with that queen bee tone.

Seraph faces the girl of 5'3 feet with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes. Dresses in designer clothes and make up, is the popular queen bee and intellectual Lydia Martin. The two of them are academic rivals: both being at the top of their classes and grades all A++, as well as attaining honor rolls and GPAs over 4.0. The two of them would go on endless debates in history class regarding certain subjects of interests. However he finds her popularity and material girl attitude to please Jackson, her jock boyfriend, to be diminishing of her own character. Nevertheless, the two of them have respect for one another.

"Ah, pardonez-moi, mademoiselle Martin. Qu'est-ce que ma présence exige de toi?" Seraph sarcastically greets in French, doing a dramatic bow as if he finished a Shakespeare play.

Lydia does a exceptional eye roll at his antics. "Such exquisite French. Yet I don't understand why you needed to impersonate Katniss Everdeen's bow as a greeting."

"I'm dramatic. It's part of my charm and classical aesthetic." Seraph quips, looking back at her nonchalantly.

"You have weird ways of being charming and having class. Sadly how you input it doesn't suit my tastes. But then again, I do applaud your fashion sense. It's timeless and embraces your dark academic look." Lydia points out to Seraph's outfit. A black long-sleeved wool sweater with a white button down underneath, adorned by a gray wool blazer. With that is the bottom set black tweed trousers and gray dress shoes.

"Why thank you for your impeccable fashion advice, material girl." Seraph comments. Said girl does an exasperated sigh before walking to Allison.

"You try to compliment the man yet he takes it as an urge to use a witty remark." Lydia responds for the both of them to hear while walking away. Seraph bows once again before her and then heads off to his calculus class knowing he will see the strawberry blonde again.

Another observant day awaits.

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So...what did you all think? What is Seraph and what do you think his intentions are? Chapter 2 is to be posted this weekend.

@rhyslahey this is what I will show you. Season 1 with Isaac coming in early. Sadly this angsty hours for our favorite boy.

(If you guys want to be put in a tag-list for this series, let me know and I will add you on for updates)

When Stiles and my OC (Seraph) ever meet each other:

Seraph: Ah, Mieczyslaw. What is my presence needed for?

Stiles: Yeah u-uh about that, can you like not call me by my real name?

Seraph: What is the issue? It's your name

Stiles: Because it is uncomfortable and weird to hear someone I am not familiar with say my name

Seraph: Basically someone who isn't your family or friend

Stiles: Not even my dad calls me-

Seraph: I apologize but that presumptuous of you to think that I will call you by your nickname instead of your real name

Stiles: *Sighing* Dude Stiles is not a nickname-

Seraph: I'm sorry, your not Polish name. Unfortunately I have been raised with manners and class. So good luck with me getting to call you by your nickname, Mieczyslaw.

Stiles: *Grumbling* Bespectacled old-money jackass

My Teen Wolf OC

Name: Seraph Kingfisher

Age: 16 years old

Height: 5'11 1/2 feet

Birthday: December 1st, 1995

Birthplace: Beacon Hills, California

Species: ??? (To Be Announced soon)

Personality: Serious, witty, sarcastic, neutral, intelligent, utilitarian, bespectacled

Friends: No one (At least yet, but Lydia Martin is his academic rival)

Family: Celes Kingfisher (younger sister), Azrael Kingfisher (father), Elizabeth Mary-Kingfisher (mother), Concordia Kingfisher (grandmother), Ephraim Kingfisher (Uncle), Volumnia Kingfisher (Aunt‐In-Law), Coriolanus Kingfisher (cousin), Diana Kingfisher (cousin), Clemensia Kingfisher (cousin)

Alright then, here is chapter 2 of TWOAE, and as tensions mount, the silent observer watches as the tension begins to cross.

(Also I am creating a tag-list. If there is anyone who wants updates on this story, let me know and I will add you in the tags.) @rhyslahey @thiamsxbitch @phantomraeken @hemlocksandfoxgloves @bendystrah @amatchinwater

***This is a much longer chapter than the first one. To let everyone know, the italic words after a dialogue of a character in the past events or when Seraph is eavesdropping are his thoughts, unless it is a cinematic retelling of canon events Seraph is present in. Just so that there will be no confusion. But ENJOY!!!*

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The Wings Of An Enigmatic

Chapter 2: A Disconcerting Sight

The final bell of school rang, and countless students flooded the hallways to go to their destinations. Seraph was one of them. He swiftly navigates his way through the crowd so he can get away from the sea of loud students and head to the exit.

Despite his neutrality and observance, there were a few exchanges of words that he had listened to. It was between Scott and Mieczyslaw during chemistry class. This is one of two classes that he shares with the two individuals. But while he was creating a formula for dry ice, his heightened hearing picked up their conversation earlier.

Flashback - Second Period, Chemistry Class

“Maybe it was my blood on the door.”

“Could have been animal blood. You know? Maybe you caught a rabbit or something.”

“And did what?”

“Ate it.”

“Raw?”

“No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven. I don’t know, you’re the one who can’t remember anything.”

Seraph internally sighs. Sometimes Mieczyslaw’s sarcasm doesn’t help, considering how Scott is trying to remember if he was the one who hurt Mr.Myers. Luckily for Scott, the enigmatic teen can concur that Scott did not hurt the poor man, but tried to help him out of his werewolf’s subconscious. Bless Seraph’s precognitive abilities. Although Seraph doesn’t understand why Stiles would assume Scott would eat a rabbit.

“Hey, I think I found something!” One of the students called out, heading to the window interrupting Mr. Harris’s lecture. Seraph, intrigued, went to the windows to follow the other students. Looking out the window is emt workers pulling a stretcher of a body. Mr. Myers.

Suddenly said man on the stretcher jolts up in a panic, scaring the students (minus Seraph himself) in the class. Just as the students slowly back away while still looking out the window, he felt Scott’s anxiety peak up.

“Okay, this is good. He’s alive. Dead guys can’t do that.”

“Stiles…I did that.”

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And in the cafeteria during lunch where Scott, Stiles, Allison, Lydia, Danny Mahealani, and Jackson Whittemore conversed.

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“So I hear they say it’s some kind of animal attack? Probably a cougar?” Danny’s voice muses out as Seraph heightened his hearing far from the group.

Yes…if only a werecougar was present during the attack but that wasn’t the case.

“I heard Mountain Lion.” Jackson replies.

Mountain Lions and Cougars are the same thing, insignificant scum.

“Cougars and Mountain Lions are the same thing.” Lydia responds. Yes, Lydia gets me here-

“Isn’t it?” Oh my god, this girl.

“Who cares? The guy’s probably some homeless tweaker who's going to die anyway.”

Of course you would think that Jackson because everyone in this school excluding yourself, Lydia, and Danny are homeless tweakers with that rich boy mentality. Why is Lydia with this degenerate?

“Actually I just found out who it is, check it out.” Stiles replies as he pulls out the cellphone to the group.

So have I, Stilinski. So have I.

“I-I know this guy,” Scott replies.

“You do?” “Yeah, when I used to take the bus, back when I was living with my dad. He was the driver.”

“Can we talk about something slightly more fun please?” Lydia huffs. At that point, Seraph tuned out the rest of the conversation.

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Present - Kingfisher Estate

“Are you sure that you were the one who hurt Mr.Myers, McCall?” Seraph ponders in his thoughts as he pulls his car up to the cobblestone driveway of his family’s Georgian estate. He turns off the ignition, takes his bag and exits the car. Earlier, Lydia had tried to find a date for Seraph to invite him to Lydia’s double date, but he flat out declined. Seraph’s ice king and enigmatic personality alone is not winning anybody’s attention.

He opens the red colored doors to the estate, going inside. Just as he locks the door, he hears someone coming down the stairs.

“Oh it’s just you.” A feminine voice flatly quips. Seraph glances at a very short girl who is 4ft '11 inches in height and with long brown hair dressed in a blouse and a black skirt with boots. His 14 year old sister, Celes Kingfisher.

“Obviously it’s me. Mom is at work still and dad is in Alaska for a board meeting. Who else were you expecting?” Seraph questions with a deadpan look.

"A boy named Mason." At Seraph’s raised eyebrows, Celes sighs. "Relax, Mason is into boys so don’t play protective brother mode."

“Inviting a regular Beacon Hills human into our estate is quite risky.”

“One, Mason is a very intelligent student with honors and has a knack for biochemistry and technology-”

“I am obviously aware he is from the affluent Hewitt family, Celes. I’m not dumb.”

Celes, the quaint fashionista girl, walks down the last part of the stairs before walking forward and plopping down on the chaise. Seraph drops his bag on the mahogany table, taking out his calculus assignment to get started on it.

“Always the serious homework doer I see.” Celes muses out as she takes out her phone to scroll through social media. Seraph gives her a confused look.

“Shouldn’t you be doing yours as well?”

“I already did my assignments, besides I am the only one with a 98 in my grade.” Celes remarks without looking up from her phone, while she relaxes and does her usual routine of looking through her feeds.

“I have 100s in 4 of my classes. I intend to keep it that way for the sake of getting into New York University in New York.” Seraph responds while he does his illustrations of formulas for the calculus problems.

“So how come your other two classes aren’t 100s then?”

“Because of Chemistry and Mr. Harris is an asshole, despite me being one of his so-called “favorite students”. But instead of getting a 100, I have a 96 for his class. His dislike for teaching is so evident. If that’s the case he should go back to the military to serve since that was his former occupation.” Seraph's curt reply makes Celes chuckle.

“And the other class?”

“Classical Literature. Apparently, Ms. Cavendish grades rather on performance than on writing details regarding life and death and usage of literary devices. I have a 99 in her class since I wrote a paper based on how love is a tragedy compared to how love is a beautiful feeling of passion. However I received an A- for that paper for the proper detailing and usage of citations from Romeo and Juliet.” Seraph finishes half of his calculus assignment before he looks at his sister.

“It’s kind of melancholic how you only know of the concept of love, yet you could only explain it theoretically, not on an emotional level.” Celes teases.

“Love is a tragedy. It makes people do crazy and reckless things. Like Romeo and Juliet, like Bella Swan with Edward Cullen in Twilight, like Katniss Everdeen with Peeta Mellark in the Hunger Games—”

“Twilight and the Hunger Games didn’t end in tragedy. Bella was happy marrying Edward and being with him for the rest of her life, while Katniss and Peeta had lived peacefully after Panem’s hegemonic dictatorship collapsed and the Hunger Games were permanently outlawed.” Celes interjects.

"My god you sound like Lydia when it comes to debates. Always eager to have a counter-argument on standby and shift the mood of the discussion.” Seraph snarks, getting up to head to the kitchen.

“Maybe you should start becoming Lydia’s partner in crime with education and history considering how the two of you have As in all of your classes.” Celes quips back.

“You are neurotic for thinking that. It’s a slim chance of ever happening considering me and Lydia’s convoluted mindsets.” Seraph grabs a glass before pouring water in it. He sips it as he listens to Celes’s discombobulated nonsense.

“It can be such a perfect duo between the two of you. Not romantic wise, no way as the two of you are very stark contrasts from each other-”

“Do not put me and her in the romantic context.” Seraph interrupts her while cringing, nearly choking on his water.

“As in a detective team duo is what I am proposing.” Celes states ignoring his disdain a few seconds ago.

“Like I mentioned before, me and her have convoluted mindsets. We would be bickering back and forth like hyenas in a desert range.” Seraph answers back. Celes just rolls her eyes at her older brother’s conservative viewpoint.

“Anyways, where is our grandmother? Because I do not sense her aura in the estate or hear her heartbeat.” Seraph asks while taking more sips of his water.

“She went grocery shopping with our butler. Apparently we are having grilled salmon topped with chopped grilled peppers, quinoa and asparagus as our dinner meal. For Dessert, they are buying key lime pie.” Celes replies, opening a can of soda.

“It was all nice and scrumptious until you mentioned asparagus. My contempt for that vegetable is very relevant. I do not understand why she still buys that." Seraph utters out, putting his finished glass in the sink.

“You just hate asparagus because it makes your urine-”

“Just don’t. Do not say it.” Seraph cuts her off vehemently. Celes tilts her head when she realizes Seraph’s now pensive gaze towards the mahogany cabinet. She ponders looking at her older brother while he thinks about— wait, he’s thinking about his encounter with a teenager named Isaac and how he is getting abused—

“Stop reading my mind, Celes. It’s troubling thoughts I should bear alone.” Seraph blurts out.

“Sorry but, you seem to be troubled by this Isaac person and finding out he is abused.” Celes responds.

“I can’t really help him. Who would believe an individual who can sense aura, read minds, smell blood and misery? Even if we involve mom, she will need a ton of concrete evidence to file a case against Isaac Lahey’s abuser. But with all of that, Isaac may not even allow that. The implication of it will only traumatize him as he believes there is something wrong with him thanks to the emotional and verbal abuser’s manipulation.” Seraph demonstrates. “An abusive narcissist finds ways to make it the victim’s fault and guilt trip them into believing it is their fault.”

“So what? We are just going to just let it continue while he gets abused by his dickwad of a caretaker?” Celes asks, hating the idea of someone innocent getting abused. It reminds her of a certain boy in her middle school whose father abused him and the mother until she divorced and left the deadbeat. But now because of how long that boy sustained abuse until 4th grade from reading that boy’s thoughts, he developed IED and has a hard time controlling his anger.

“Sadly, there is no choice. Plus us trying to help Isaac will expose us and our ties to the supernatural.” He concludes before going to the foyer for the stairs. “We do what we are best at doing. Staying neutral.”

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Garrison Meyes succumbed to his wounds that night. A tragedy befallen upon a man. Seraph knows something is definitely up as the Alpha wouldn’t just kill a school bus driver. There had to be a particular reason for him to be killed, or rather, succumbed to his critical wounds.

Seraph was asleep that night until his precognitive abilities showed him Derek Hale getting shot by a bullet filled with Blue Aconite Monkshood, from Kate Argent. The fact that the psychotic woman is back in town only states one thing. Reinforcements. When Seraph woke up at 6:15 in the morning, he realized the event had already happened, hearing the gunshots during his sleep at approximately 2am. Regardless of that, he took care of his hygiene before getting dressed in a white button down shirt, beige crew-neck sweater, black trousers and brown dress shoes. After getting his notebooks, folders and pens into his bag before draping it over his shoulder, he heads down to the kitchen table full of scrambled eggs, french toast, bacon, english muffins, variety selection of fruits, waffles, regular toast and scones, with spreads of jam, marmalade, clotted cheese and butter. He simply takes a slice of regular toast with grape jam before heading out.

“Be very careful today, Seraph. Another Argent is in town as you know.” His mother, Elizabeth stated. Her straight black hair is done neatly while she adds final touches of her eyeshadow over her tan skin in the mirror. Dressed in full attorney attire, she had her briefcase settled by the staircase in the foyer.

“I am well aware. Did Celes leave for school already?” Seraph asks after he finishes his toast.

“Yes. She went with Mason. Apparently they walked since the middle school is just 10 minutes from here.” His mom responds before she checks her phone. “By the way, your father is still in Anchorage and won’t be back until tomorrow evening. The CEO of the oil company in Alaska scheduled one final board meeting for the month.”

“And just as dad will be back, he will be swarmed with political duties in Beacon Hills Town Hall.” Seraph quips as he takes his keys. His mother chuckles at his dry wit.

“Well he is Beacon Hills’ top Council Member for a reason. He does alot of duties that require his help while he keeps watch of Beacon Hills through observing. Although, he is not happy with the arrival of the Argents.” Elizabeth explains.

“What supernatural would be thrilled about an influential multi-billionaire hunting family like the Argents being in Beacon Hills? Especially with their history and record?” Seraph questions, phrasing it as more of a statement. He kisses his mom’s cheek, saying his byes before he heads out into the driveway and enters his Honda Accord.

He gets to the school within 20 minutes before parking his car and getting ready to start his day. Once again, he is silently observing the environment, as well as watching the other students including Scott, Stiles, Allison and Lydia. School passes throughout the day almost uneventfully. Almost, until his last period which was study hall. It’s during this period when he senses an aura of pure pain and dread, with the scent of blood mixed with wolfsbane. He is alarmed as he remembers who was poisoned with a sizable dose of aconite.

DEREK HALE IS IN THE SCHOOL!? What is he doing here!?

Seraph calms down his thoughts as he uses his senses to lead him to wherever Derek is in the school. He is unable to comprehend why the Hale beta is in the school near the end of the last period of the day and why he is here when he can easily expose himself. As the senses of pain and dread grew stronger, so did the scent of aconite mixed with blood, and it made him nauseous. He turns to his left and he witnesses in the distance seeing a pale and very ill Derek confronted by none other than the egomaniac jock, Jackson.

“Steroids.” He hears Derek blurt out to Jackson which the blonde wasn’t buying.

“No girl scout cookies, what the hell do you think I am talking about?” Seraph hears Jackson sarcastically snap before continuing in smugness, “Oh and uh, by the way, whatever it is you’re selling, I’d probably stop sampling the merchandise. You looked wrecked.” Is Jackson assuming Derek gave Scott an enhancement or stimulant to be better in lacrosse? What an idiot. A smart but stupid idiot.

A moment of silence happens as Seraph watches Derek’s blood cascades from his knuckle, as one drop falls to the floor, unaware to the human jock. He can sense anger and pain leaking out of Derek.

“I’ll find him myself.” Derek declares quietly before leaving Jackson. But the captain of lacrosse remained undeterred as he clasped Derek’s shoulder. Seraph internally grumbles at that display of superiority.

Jackson you stupid, incomprehensible idiot-

“No, we’re not done here–!” Jackson’s words are instantly cut off when Derek pushes the former’s arm off his shoulder before pinning him to the lockers, and Derek’s claws sink deep into Jackson’s nape, earning a pained grunt from him. Seraph watches in slight shock as he sees Derek’s control slipping and harms a human. He is aware the werewolf is slowly dying from the poison but did he have to impale Jackson’s nape?

Then again, Jackson did deserve that. Derek stumbles away before Seraph witnesses Jackson grasp his nape in pain, and Seraph smells Jackson’s blood as well as the wolfsbane poison seeping into it.

Oh perfect, he’s going to suffer wolfsbane poisoning. He is not getting involved in that. This is an issue that doesn’t concern him. If Derek gets caught or ends up dying of the poison, then there goes the bloodline of the Hale family.

Seraph leaves the scene, as he heads to the parking lot for his car since the last period will be ending in 5 minutes. Just as he opens the passenger door to drop his back in is when he hears the bell ring inside and the numerous bodies of students exiting the school. Seraph gets in the driver seat, and starts the car. He pulls out of the parking lot and slowly drives as cars are in front of him exiting.

Then he feels it again. The aura of dread, pain combined with the smell of sweat, poisoned blood and this time a hint of death. He senses Derek outside again and this time, he is closeby. He abruptly stops as the car in front of him is completely still. Puzzled by the honking of horns, he unbuckles his seatbelt and exits his car. He gets a better view of what is happening and to his shock and irritation, there is Derek Hale, alive but on the pavement in front of Stiles' rustic Jeep. A disconcerting sight.

Oh my God…unreal. This is a disaster. I hope to God he does not expose himself to the humans around this school. Seraph’s thoughts were nothing but tense thoughts. As much as he feels bad for the adult werewolf, he cannot get involved in this without making himself known and who knows if there is a spy from the Argent family reporting to Chris Argent and Victoria Argent around here observing. He sees a nervous Scott and a frustrated Stiles huddled around a weakened Derek. He sees their lips moving so he sharpens his hearing.

“What are you doing here?” Scott asked Derek anxiously.

“I was shot.” Derek pants out, barely sitting on the pavement.

“He’s not looking so good, dudes.” Stiles observed slowly.

NO, really Mieczysław? How did you figure that out?

“Why aren’t you healing?” Seraph hears Scott asked frantically.

“I can’t.” Derek said, breathing heavily, “It w- It was a different kind of bullet.”

“A silver bullet?” Stiles asked, surprised.

“No you idiot.”

Well technically silver bullets are useful against werewolves and werecoyotes, but not more potent compared to wolfsbane. The Argents certainly have some deadly weapons up their sleeves if they have Blue Monkshood infused bullets.

“Wait, Wait…” Scott cuts in, the aura of shock being felt. “That’s what she meant when she said you had 48 hours.”

“What?” Derek asks.

“The one who shot you.” Scott responds back. Wait, Scott was present when Kate shot Derek? Dannazione!

Suddenly, he heard the gasps and felt the flinching shifts of Derek’s human and werewolf forms. Seraph saw Derek’s eyes flicker between his regular ones and ice blue ones as he struggles to control it, shocking the enigmatic afar. Oh no this is going to be a catastrophe.

“What are you doing!? Stop that!” He hears Scott scold worriedly at Derek. At least Scott, despite his new transformation as a werewolf, is aware that they shouldn’t be out here and Derek shouldn’t be out in public as the poison makes Hale struggle with his control to shift.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell y-you, I can’t!” He sees the werewolf struggling to get up despite Scott’s urgence to get him up.

“Help me put him in the car!” Scott urges Stiles as they lift the heavy werewolf to the latter’s Jeep. The honking of car horns and curses of students are starting to annoy Seraph. He feels a presence, and glances slightly seeing Allison pass by him to see what is going on.

“I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used.” He hears Derek breathe out to Scott. Aconite Blue Monkshood, a rare form of wolfsbane, and the deadliest.

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?”

“She’s an Argent…she’s with them.” Derek implies lowly. Seraph tilts his head while he stares at the Jeep from the werewolves reply.

“Why the hell should I help you?” He hears Scott question frustratingly. I feel sorry for Scott, his transformation to becoming a werewolf is forcing him between the rift of the Hale and Argent war. A war between werewolves and hunters. A war…Scott doesn’t deserve to suffer in.

“Because you need me.” He catches Derek’s words mixed with his panting. Scott needs you, Derek? Or do you need him?

The car honks intensify along with students being much more aggravated now with the traffic congestion Stiles’ Jeep is causing, not that it’s the Sheriff’s son's fault.

“Fine, I’ll try.” He hears Scott reluctantly reply. “Stiles, get him out of here.”

“I hate you for this—so much.” Stiles grumbles as the Jeep takes off. Seraph changes back to his normal hearing as he watches the blue Jeep leave the vicinity. Before Scott could look in his direction, Seraph turned around heading back to his car. His sight deadpans when he sees a very familiar silver Porsche 911 behind his car, with Lydia inside of the Porsche. Jackson, who was out of his car just like Seraph was, sported a glare casted at him.

“Can you move your freaking piece of shit car so I can get the hell out of here, Sherlock Holmes?” Jackson snarls. Seraph remembered Jackson’s confrontation with Derek and with that new injury in the back of his neck, he appeared more like a cantankerous man that hasn’t gotten laid in 50 years.

“First off Whittemore, my Honda Accord is 3 months old with top notch durability, top quality auto parts, state of the art technology and is a terrain-resistant vehicle. I’ve been test driving it before my 16th birthday. Secondly, do not take your indignant and uncouth anger out on me just because your ego is broken thanks to someone else taking your spotlight in lacrosse.” Seraph rebukes him, staring him down.

“I would like to get back to my place instead of being in this shitty lot.” Jackson snarks back. Seraph shoots him a wry grin.

“Then you should have reversed and went around my own vehicle to leave then. What, you don’t want to ruin your precious, lavish car that was spent with daddy’s and mommy’s money? Spare me the theatrics.”

Jackson’s face turned red, like the color of a fire engine. He grinded his teeth before gazing at Seraph. “You’ve got some nerve, Kingfisher. Like you aren’t from the same rich background like me.”

Seraph chuckles sardonically. “Oh Whittemore, me and you are in two different echelons of Upper Class. You are lavishly rich since you were adopted by David Whittemore and Annalisa Whittemore. Your adoptive father created and manufactured his wealth while your adoptive mother came from money that she no longer has access to. Me, on the other hand, I was born into it. My family has been exceedingly wealthy for approximately 90 years. Henceforth my family has been a part of Beacon Hills’ high society for almost a century. I could easily buy 50 of those Porsche 911s and still be rich.” Seraph elucidates off of his family’s wealth, souring Jackson’s mood and breaking his ego. “Moreover, I am vieux-riche.”

Seraph sees Jackson clench and unclench his fists while his torso was shaking with anger and his jaw were contracted, edifying his repressed rage.

“Fuck you, tool.” Jackson hisses. Seraph bows with a humorless smile.

“The pleasure is mine. Now let me go back in my car and drive away peacefully so you can go back to your abode for your pornographic desires.” The irreverence of the enigmatic’s words startles Jackson that he chokes on his breath from the vulgar insinuation. The flabbergasted expression on the lacrosse captain’s face seen from the rearview mirror made Seraph grin before he closed his car door and drove off, not caring what or how he felt about Jackson.

Now all that matters is getting home and staying neutral. Part of him hopes Scott, Derek and Stiles are okay, while the other half of him remains negligent of their situation.

Truly he is an enigmatic structure of nerves to work with.

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So...what do you guys think of this canon au? Who is the enigma that is Seraph and just how will he interact with the others?

To let everyone know, much of season 1 and season 2 will be skimmed by partially due to Seraph being observant and a shadowy figure. However he will be having interactions of the canon characters soon. (Him and Stiles will be having sarcasm matches after sarcasm)

Update on TWOAE, there will be someone he will be an acquaintance of and due to Seraph's precognitive abilities, they appear alot earlier than their initial appearance in season 2 of Teen Wolf.

You will soon see, my readers

(Chapter 3 teaser😎😎)

Alright, despite a long wait here is chapter 3 of TWOAE. This one is a mix of comedy and angst, plus sibling bickering, and a first interaction between the enigmatic Seraph and Stiles.

-Also, I have an AO3 account named Kingofangst_14 and while I do have another teen wolf fanfic posted there, I am putting that one on hold and revamped since I feel that it needs to be better. But this Teen Wolf Fanfic will be my main focus. Enjoy this witty chapter. @rhyslahey @thiamsxbitch @bendystrah @isaac-not-isaac @amatchinwater @phantomraeken

The italics are Seraph’s thoughts whether they are after someone's response or when he is having an internal monologue.

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The Wings Of An Enigmatic

Chapter 3: Non-Supernatural Threat

Seraph’s sleep schedule was off today. Throughout his life, he never had an off sleep schedule. Despite having no purplish bags under his eyes thanks to his supernatural status, he still felt very exhausted by last night’s events, or rather what the nature of his precognitive abilities showed him last night.

The Alpha killing the movie store clerk, along with exposing Jackson and Lydia to the supernatural partially, left them both emotionally and psychologically scarred.

It is a prominent reaction when one is exposed to the supernatural but not fully knowing the entire details of how such bizarre phenomenon happens, especially when all their lives humans are expected to do things in life: completing school, finding the career path they want, and completing their lives. Process of growth.

To encounter a supernatural alpha werewolf as part of their teenage endeavors as high school students? Not part of the life process. Not part of a human’s life process of growth.

Which is why when Seraph enters school for class, it is an odd feeling due to Lydia's absence. The queen bee is usually attending school everyday, signifying her perfect attendance. But the events of last night must have left Lydia paranoid.

Then again, why should he care? It's not his business nor problem, just as it isn't his problem when he witnessed Allison and Scott leave school to celebrate her birthday in the preserve.

Yes, he witnessed the two lovebirds enact a plan to skip school for the day due to it being Allison's birthday. He overheard the Argent heiress' quiet declaration of turning 17, along with and her insistence of not wanting anyone to know about her birthday in fear of backlash from her classmates regarding her age to be older than the typical sophomore. Which isn’t a problem nor a negative term since Stilinski is turning 17 in a few months as well, resolving the age problem.

Sadly, humans tend to have such a negative aspect on each other due to their pessimistic outlook in life and the envy of others. I am exhilarated that I am not human and I don’t have the lenses of a human being to view certain circumstances as such.

Poetic Love. But undisciplined. The parallel to Romeo and Juliet.

Seraph is beside Danny doing an assignment specified from his Chemistry textbook and demonstrating his work and problem solving skills of the questions.

"Just a friendly reminder, Parent Teacher conferences are tonight. Students below a C average are required to attend. I won't name you because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment." Mr. Harris speaks to the class walking through the aisles of desks.

Luckily for me my grade is an A+, therefore such requirements aren't necessary. But for the thrill of it, I want to attend the conference so I can witness and enjoy the reactions of the parents who find out their students have D and F averages.

"Has anyone seen Scott McCall?" Mr. Harris questions, before looking at Stiles with an accusatory look as if the neurodivergent knows where he is.

It is a crime that Mieczyslaw doesn't even know, but then again Scott isn't entitled to tell his best friend every single aspect of their lives and decisions, and I believe that applies to Mieczyslaw too. I hope.

As Mr. Harris’s inquiry of Scott's whereabouts are met with silence, the classroom door opens, revealing Jackson with an aura of dread, anxiety and fear is felt by Seraph. Said male has a scowl on his face while making his way to his seat but that is a mere facade the popular student puts up to hide his exhaustion and fear.

"Jackson," He hears Mr.Harris call out to the other student. "If you need to leave early for any reason, let me know." Seraph raises his eyebrows slightly.

Wow, I am so touched by the generosity Mr.Harris offered to Jackson due to his encounter with the unknown Alpha. He would never do that to anyone else in this school. Bravo, Mr.Harris. BRAVO.

“Everyone, start reading chapter 9. Mr. Stilinski,” Mr.Harris calls out firmly, “try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It’s Chemistry, not a coloring book.”

Mr.Harris’s admonishing tone made Seraph simply roll his eyes. He hears Stiles blow out the cap from his mouth and catch it with his hands. Seraph once again regains his focus while reading chapter 9, until he hears Stiles' quiet voice interrupt his peaceful atmosphere.

“Danny, can I ask you a question?”

“No.” Danny’s terse response made Seraph smirk. Regardless of what class Danny has with him, Seraph finds it amusing how cordial yet curt Danny can be.

“Well I’m going to anyway,” Stiles flatly states head-on. Of course that wouldn’t stop Stilinski, known for his inquisitive nature and wittiness. “Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?” Um, is he freaking kidding me?

Danny huffs out a sigh, keeping his composure. “No.”

“Can I ask you another question?” Stiles inquires again, to Seraph’s disdain.

“Answer is still no.” Danny curtly declines, trying to focus on his work.

“Does anyone know what happened with Jackson last night?” The Sheriff’s son’s question makes Danny pause. Seraph, while reading, is also listening in. He is the only one pretty aware what happened to Jackson and Lydia last night thanks to his precognitive abilities he forgets to simply turn off.

“He wouldn’t…tell me.” Danny hesitantly answers, and Seraph can hear the waiver of his tone despite the lacrosse goalie’s calmness.

“But he’s your best friend.” Best friends aren’t entitled to tell best friends anything if they’ve experienced something completely traumatic, like encountering a supernatural werewolf where Jackson is unable to explain due to how bizarre and unbelievable it’ll sound.

Seraph sighs through his nose at how Stiles implies the statement. As much as Seraph dislikes Jackson, he respects the lacrosse captain’s privacy and gives a hint of sympathy for the chaotic endeavor Jackson and Lydia had to go through.

“One more question.” He hears Stiles ask Danny once more. This time Danny is agitated by being disturbed.

“What!?” Danny’s agitation reaches his limit and he can feel the teen’s annoyance surrounding him, along with Jackson’s dread and fear from the events of last night.

“Do you find me attractive?” That made Seraph and Danny pause simultaneously in bewilderment. Seraph glances to the neurodivergent behind him with raised eyebrows as Danny is just beyond baffled at the question.

“Wow Stilinski, I am astounded by such discovery. While I applaud your boldness to ask such an unclear interrogative riddle to Mahealani, it is an abnormal timeframe for you to question your sexuality and assume you are attractive.” Seraph cleverly retorts. Stiles stammers at Seraph’s response before facing him.

But to be honest, despite his disdain, Stilinski is attractive. If had to rate him between 1 to 10, it'd be a 7. Whereas Danny is a 9.5, Allison is a 9.5 and Scott is a 9. Yes he is aware of his bisexuality.

“I wanted to know if I was attracted to gay guys and I asked him, not you. Is your name Danny?” Stiles counteracts bluntly.

“Your voice is disturbing my presence as well as Danny’s as we are trying to concentrate on our assignments and reading.” Seraph diplomatically responds evading Stiles’ rudeness.

“You were literally ignoring me a few moments ago and suddenly you have the audacity to say something about my questions? You should invest in earplugs then if talking so much as bothers you.” Stiles coldly implies in witty fashion.

Oh two can play at that game, Stilinski. You’ve just met your match.

“Oh I profusely apologize, for the lack of politeness I have to your insignificant question that somehow becomes the puzzle of the day. I also sincerely apologize for being a rude classmate who has to stand by and listen to your nonsensical rambling that annoys your fellow peers. Do you need me to check you out for a psychiatrist in regards to your neurotic confusion? Or perhaps a stomatologist for your endless and unamusing questions? ” Seraph disparages with a wry smirk.

“Are you trying to be funny or are you trying to be a dick, Kingfisher?” Stiles snarks. Seraph shouldn’t be enjoying this but for some reason, he finds entertainment in Stilinski’s boldness and agitation.

“I don’t know, maybe both. Or maybe I would like for you to stop asking your inconceivable questions that tend to be a disruption to my work. As for your Interpellation, try unambiguously experimenting with other males and see if you are attracted to them.” Seraph quips before going back to his textbook. Danny just stares with shock at Seraph’s words while Stiles musters his dirtiest look at the enigmatic teen.

“You are a cruel person, Seraph.” Danny murmurs in befuddlement.

“It’s my default setting, a token of my charm.” Seraph adds wryly as he continues to read through his textbook. Class continues as usual, with the addition of Stiles’ repressed anger. The Sheriff’s son had it coming.

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Parent teacher conferences were here and while he didn’t have to attend due to all of his classes being A+, he wants to view the thrill of parents scolding their teenage children for the below average grade requirements that’s expected of them.

Seraph watches in silent amusement at a parent scolding their son for a F grade in economics, and again as a father is not happy with his daughter’s C- for a mathematics class. Then again, C- isn’t that bad in average standards so he doesn’t understand why this particular father was upset. But then again, it isn’t his problem.

As he walks with his mother and younger sister in tow, they head to the first class to meet his teacher, which happens to be Coach Finstock with Economics.

“So mom, ready for this?” Seraph inquires knowingly as he steps beside the door of the class with a smug expression.

“In all my life that I’ve attended you and your sister’s parent teacher conferences, I already know what I am going to hear so I am not going to be surprised. Literally, both of you never had below an A-, which raises concerns for me as I hope you aren’t straining yourselves for perfection.” Elizabeth implies dryly.

“Sorry mom, it’s part of the–”

“--Family genes.” Seraph and Celes address concurrently with feigning innocent smiles. Their mother rolls her eyes in amusement before waving her hand in the direction of Seraph's classroom.

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“I never had an issue with Mr. Kingfisher here. In fact he is basically the best student I could ever ask for!” Coach Finstock exclaims. “Hands in all of his assignments, no questions asked, perfect attendance, very disciplined, he is just…phenomenal. Better than myself back in high school in English when I bombed over a research paper, or these rambunctious knuckle heads I have as students!”

The Coach’s eccentric behavior and wording makes Elizabeth just blink owlishly, nodding at his words. Seraph sports an amused glance between his mom and his economics teacher while Celes is…simply on her phone not caring.

“Right. So, just how exceptionally good is Seraph in all of his class assignments and milestones?” Elizabeth asks, clearing her throat.

“Like an angel. In fact I have one of his most treasured assignments I will forever use as an example for the rest of my teaching career.” Finstock declares before opening his drawer and pulls out Seraph’s folder and takes out a 16 page economics paper.

“This is Seraph’s economic research paper he did over the break and let me tell you, it blew my mind at how he was able to write about the 2009 recession and goes in full detail and description of the affects, the damages, the cause of it, a counterargument, even numerous evidence pieces from several citations and articles regarding this.” Finstock shows to the Kingfisher trio.

“Well I always had a cynical approach for the recession and how it was caused by undermining events.” Seraph points out while looking at his clean and manicured nails.

“You see!? Your son is a force to be reckoned with! That's why he has a 100 in my class!” Coach Finstock proudly proclaims. Elizabeth didn’t know what to acknowledge: her son’s teacher’s comments about how impressive he is, or the odd but hyperactive behavior of the coach.

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“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Kingfisher. I must say you have a remarkable son with astonishing talents and intelligence.” Ms. Cavendish of his classical literature class compliments while shaking his mother’s hand.

“I appreciate the praise, Ms.Cavendish.” Seraph comments while taking a seat. His sister rolls her eyes at his bespectacled nature. Ironic how he uses his glasses but he has no need for them since his vision, as well as his family’s visions are crystal clear, they can see within a mile radius.

“I can already tell that this review will be satisfactory.” Elizabeth chuckles. Ms.Cavendish nods with a genuine smile while taking out Seraph’s profile folder.

“Let us get started. From the past semester to now that I’ve had with your son, it is anything but bad. Mr.Kingfisher here is advanced and exceptionally intellectual. His keen usage of details, key historical information, his understanding and recognition of political and social philosophy, and his understanding of Greek and Roman Renaissances capitalize his value in this class. He receives As in his assignments and homeworks. He even managed to complete a presentation of epistemology within Ancient Greece and how the “Theory of Forms” by Plato, which is ingrained in the philosophical foundation for knowledge and philosophy within Ancient Greece and how it affects European and American societies in the present.”

Elizabeth nods in acknowledgement. Seraph notices that this presentation he made was a little after the paper on how Romeo and Juliet was a tragedy and the negative impact it has on love and romance.

“I found this presentation very astonishing that I graded a 100 on this assignment, which bumps his grade up to a 100 in my class.” Seraph’s heart skipped a beat, literally.

“Pardon me but did I just hear that correctly?” Seraph questions his teacher while she smiles, with his mother very amused while Celes makes a flat expression at this new information.

“That’s right. Your grade is now a 100 in my class, Mr. Kingfisher and the only 100 out of my students.” Ms.Cavendish restates him and his family. Seraph’s lips curve slightly upwards. FINALLY. This class I have a 100 on and I am feeling over the moon.

“Oh brother.” His sister comments wryly.

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“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs.Kingfisher. I am surprised to see you come along Seraph considering your extraordinary grade average.” Mr.Harris speaks, as Seraph and his mom take a seat on the stools. Celes, for the first time since she arrived at the school, actually takes out a chemistry textbook and sits on a desk to read it.

“I am participating in this event just to accompany my mother and sister.” Seraph implements, cleaning his glasses.

“You could have accompanied Grandma at home, plus our butler is there too.” Celes adds slyly. Seraph rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t want to disturb her while she is gracefully strumming the keyboards of the piano at home, and our butler is preparing large dinner and dessert platters since dad won’t be home until 8pm.” He says covertly and as a matter-of-fact. Elizabeth glances at her children with a subtle vexation in her eyes before looking back at the Chemistry teacher.

“Alright then,” Mr.Harris shakes off the baffled look between the two Kingfisher siblings before making contact with Elizabeth’s eyes. “Your son is honestly one of the very few students I have no challenges with at all. He completes his assignments on time, he finishes his classwork within a class period’s time frame, actualized a few Chemistry projects and laboratory works including an acid-base titration project he formulated and hypothesized a reaction of the chemicals and how the neutralization affects the flow of acids.”

“I can concur with that, as my son here has some equipment he bought from the California Institute of Technology and used for his own projects. One of them was a project called Electrochemical Cell Project. In basic terminology of a breakdown, he demonstrated the principles of redox reactions and generating electrical energy.” Elizabeth explains and recounts the time Seraph did start that project. Seraph watches amusedly as Mr.Harris’ face is a mixture of impression and intrigued.

“That’s quite commendable of him to do and to immerse himself into. To categorize and construct a complicated project within the confines of your home and successfully finish it and have a well advanced understanding of it, enthralls me.” Mr.Harris relays. “Perhaps you can demonstrate one for the class if you are comfortable with it.”

A determined glint shines in Seraph’s gray eyes. “Certainly Mr.Harris, I’d be delighted to provide a replica of the aforementioned project.” If you are willing to add it to my grade for a 100 for this kind of assignment. Seraph thought bitterly, his mind fervent to prove a validated point of his intelligence.

“How completely and utterly unsurprising.” Celes murmurs into her sleeve disguising it as a cough so that only Seraph and their mother can hear it. The dark academia teen knew his sister read his mind from that snarky phrase.

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They finish with the rest of Seraph’s classes before walking out in the hallway. Elizabeth of course remains detached from her children as she assesses the school and her environment around them. Celes is on her phone looking through her feed seeing Lydia’s updates on social media, while Seraph has a scowl plastered on his face. He was just fine a minute ago, until he overheard a conversation between Lydia’s parents and one of said girl’s teacher about how her IQ is the highest in this school. His rival’s gpa is exceedingly high, at a 5.0, where he’s at a 4.7 grade point average.

“Why the long face, Raph? You now have 100s in five of your classes, what more do you want, a Nobel Peace Prize?” Celes jests as she glances at Seraph’s scowl. Before she could read his mind, he let out a scoff.

“My academic rival is 3 points above my gpa. She’s now a 5.0 while I have to catch up, otherwise I will never hear the end of it from her if she were to ever find out.” He sibilates, then scoffs as he can hear Lydia’s teasing and covert remarks in his head.

“Oh boy, here we go. I am Seraph and I am sorry that people are jealous of me…but I can’t help it that I’m so intelligent.” Celes mocks, despite the voice portrayal of her older brother being very off. Seraph turns his head at her with irritation.

“Hé, sois tranquille avant de dormir sur la chaise!”

“No, ti taro gettare sulla chaise!”

“Je t’emmerde!” “Fanculo!”

“Stop. Language both of you,” Elizabeth turns around to face them with narrowed eyes. “Stop your shenanigans and comply with each other so we can get home and eat ham or salmon with quinoa, macaroni and cheese, vegetables, biscuits, and tiramisu or blueberry pie.” Their mother tiredly explains.

“As long as there is no asparagus, then I am fine with proceeding for dinner.” Seraph informs, but he catches Celes mock him.

“Celes, stop.” Elizabeth warns, making the girl cease her actions for good. “No, there is no asparagus for dinner. Now come.” The trio walked further down the hall and joined the line of parents walking to reach the double set of school doors. The moment they stepped out, they breathed in the cool winter air of the night. They are glad that they are immune to cold weather and winter in general due to their fiery body temperatures not being able to feel any draft of cool air as they provide excess body heat. They don’t even need to wear coats, but for the sake of concealing their supernatural identities, they have to wear what humans are required to wear. Much to their dismay as the more layers added on, the more heat builds up.

“Allison, answering your cell phone will make discussing the terms of your grounding easier,” a familiar voice speaks behind the trio, making them alert. “Either call me back before your punishment reaches biblical proportions.” Seraph knows the owner of the voice and the repressed angry aura, belonging to Chris Argent. He also felt the other aura, belonging to Victoria Argent. Wie Wunderbar, the matriarch and heir of the Argents are behind him and his mother and sister. Raio!

“Kate hasn’t heard from her either.” The Trio hear Victoria say worriedly, but they move to the side as a familiar presence moves up the stairs. Seraph glances and he sees Melissa McCall, the nurse at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital and mother of Scott, walking up to what he can visualize as confronting the parents of Allison.

“Excuse me, you’re not Allison’s parents are you? I’m Scott’s mom and I hate to say it but he’s not answering his phone either.” Oh god. This isn’t going to end well.

“You’re his mother?” Chris questions, a tone of bitterness and rudeness laced together. That even made Seraph’s mother wince due to the way it was implicated.

“Funny how you say that like it’s an accusation.” Melissa answers back cautiously. Seraph had to smirk, he gives Scott’s mom respect for being kind yet assertive.

“Well I wouldn’t claim it as a source of pride since he basically kidnapped my daughter today.” Chris replies cuttingly. That is not how you consult with the parent of your daughter’s boyfriend, and technically speaking it was Allison’s idea to cut school, not Scott’s. Every child is not an angel.

“How would we know skipping school wasn’t your daughter’s idea?” Melissa counters back. Bingo. He could feel the shift in frustration to anger in both Chris's and Victoria’s aura as he, his sister and mother reached Elizabeth’s car. But Seraph hears the car door open to his far right on the other side of the parking lot and he sees Allison and Scott come out of her Madza.

“My daughter…!” He hears Chris pause as he notices the two teenagers leave his daughter’s vehicle. His aura drifted back to a calm yet composed anger, mixed with relief. “...Is right there.”

“Where EXACTLY have you been?” Melissa interrogates her son, who was sheepish.

“Nowhere mom—”

“Nowhere meaning not in school!”

“Um– kinda…”

“It’s not his fault. It’s my birthday and we were—”

The sound of a rapid heartbeat and smell of fur made Seraph freeze. His mother and younger sister eyed him weirdly until they caught the scent and rapid heartbeats. Along with the paddling of paws running on the pavement. The shrillhe scream of a woman echoes, alerting the trio and everyone else in the parking lot.

Soon more shouts and screams were heard.The sounds of footsteps ran across the pavement along with an apparent growling.

“Stay in the car, both of you.” Elizabeth asserts, before going off to investigate, not waiting for a response.

“What is she doing?” Celes questions apprehensively. Seraph’s eyes widen when he sees his mother pulls out a AutoMag .44 Magnum pistol from the car trunk and holsters it in her coat. He leaves the car with Celes in tow. Exposing their supernatural side is a dangerous and fatal concept, but trying to investigate and defend as a human?

What is she doing!? She is not supposed to get involved!

The sounds of harsh growling echo in the parking lot along with the swift movements swishing by, giving Seraph a stronger scent. A Mountain Lion’s scent.

“It’s a Mountain Lion that's in the lot.” He relays to Celes. While he’s glad it isn’t the Alpha or something else supernatural, but the idea of his mother hunting it down is preposterous when the Argents are here. Then again, the thought of a wild animal harming someone is gruesome.

A car honking rapidly snaps him out of his search and he watches with shock as a white car is heading straight for Allison without a care in the world.

ALLISON—

“Allison!” Scott’s voice rang in the air as he sprinted towards the girl before the enigmatic watch Scott pulled Allison swiftly to safety just in time before the white car could barrel into any of them. At least he didn’t have to see either of his fellow classmates get severely injured or worse.

“Move! Move!” The voice of the Sheriff authorizes the panicking crowd, trying to find the wild threat lurking within the chaotic scenery. Elizabeth is just running towards an open space when she hears a car shift gears into reverse and the tail-lights turn on.

"LOOK OUT!!!" Shouting loudly and with bated breath, Elizabeth rushes forward to push the human authority figure out of the way just in time, but in doing so the silver car hits her with it's rear, making her fall sideways to the ground.

"MOM!!!" Celes shouts in horror as the two teens witness their mother receive a painful impact from a panicking stranger's vehicle. While their supernatural status would make sudden situations such as getting clipped by a car appear minuscule, the action of seeing their mother receive a whiplashing impact instills horror and fear within them. The two Kingfisher teens rush to their mom’s side while Sheriff Stilinski was appalled and shocked that a civilian, no less Mrs. Kingfisher was the one to push him out of a harmful obstacle but faced them herself.

“Mrs. Kingfisher!? Jesus are you alright?” Sheriff Stilinski asks Trepidatiously while Seraph helps her up slowly.

“Yes I am fine. Just searing pain around my waist and hip bone.” Elizabeth breathes out, her discomfort evident despite the healing factor kicking in, which is thankfully hidden in her attorney attire and trench coat. With icy veiled outrage, Seraph looks at the car plates of the silver car that hit his mother and memorizes the license plate numbers to use for a lawsuit he is going to file later on. Pettiness be damned.

“Mrs. Kingfisher, are you okay!?” The voice of David Whittemore, Elizabeth’s fellow attorney and colleague, calls out in worry. “I just witnessed you were hit by a car and–”

Gunshots ring in the air nearby, cutting off Mr.Whittemore. The trio plus Sheriff Stilinski see Chris Argent with his pistol out as small trails of smoke come out of the gun’s muzzle. The panicked crowd gather around where Chris is at and as the Kingfishers come close to the male with the Sheriff on one side and Allison on the other, they see the corpse of a Mountain Lion, on it’s last breath as the silver bullets from the hunter’s gun made fatal hits. Despite it being a predator, Seraph could only look at it with sympathy and pity as he hears the heartbeat inside the animal fade at each beat before it hastily stops.

In a prey to predator world, sometimes the ones at the higher ends or top of the food chain are also vulnerable to danger and the cycle of life and death. This applies for preys and predators, predators and humans, hunters and werewolves, banshees and dullahans, kitsunes and onis, and even divine beings and eldritch beings.

“Let’s return home.” Elizabeth authorizes, her tone leaving no room for objections. Seraph and Celes follow their mother to her car. Elizabeth has to pretend she is injured from the slight car incident, so that there wouldn’t be suspicion of her healing so quickly, especially in the presence of the Argents.

Seraph still gazes at the scene from the passenger window, eyes not leaving from the scene as he observes and ponders, while the car starts and moves out of the parking lot of cars.

Seraph’s father will not be happy when he hears of this incident when they reach home.

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EDIT: So...Seraph and his family...what are they? Plus this will not be the last time Seraph and Stiles interact, albeit not in friendly fashion (at least not yet)

Chapter 4 is this weekend

So I have finished the moodboard for my enigmatic teen wolf OC of TWOAE. Any volunteers to gaze at this masterpiece of mystery?

Audience: So how much are you trying to confuse me?

Me: Yes

"-Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe."

"-Since when you became Einstein?"

"-Since when were you so interested of my input on the matter? I presumed humans were nescient."

This is the moodboard dedicated my icy enigmatic oc Seraph of my Teen Wolf canon au: The Wings Of An Enigmatic

(Confusing or alluring...?) 😏😏😏

Tag Game: Create a moodboard based on your favorite Teen Wolf character, ship, or even an OC you made for a fanfic

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Update on The Wings Of An Enigmatic

At the moment, chapter 4 is going to be delayed a little because of certain life developments. But nonetheless I am dedicated to my Teen Wolf fanfic that has grown on me since I create Seraph and the Kingfisher family. Though I will let you know that chapter 4 will be an eye opener thanks to the premonition our icy enigmatic teenager will be foreseeing. I will be posting it on Wednesday morning.

But at the same time I will also be using Seraph’s moodboard as the main series cover and a gif from Teen Wolf (crediting who is the owner of the gif if they leave a name, regardless I will disclaim it) Also, next chapter we will be meeting two new characters😏😏 part of the Kingfisher family, Azrael Kingfisher who is Seraph’s father, and another character who is Seraph’s grandmother. I had her named down as Caroline in Seraph’s profile, but I am deciding to rename her Concordia Kingfisher since she will officially be introduced in the next chapter and she is the matriarch of the Kingfisher family. Those of you who know Roman philosophy and mythology, look up Concordia.

OH!!! One more thing, I remember I am also doing my own beastiary for Teen Wolf, I know I haven't updated it but rest assured I will be having canon supernatural beings and those from other mythologies this weekend.

My dearest audience. See you soon😎😎

Everyone who is waiting for the next chapter of The Wings Of An Enigmatic I apologize for such delay but I will be releasing it on Sunday morning.

Currently suffering some health issues. But it is minor, nothing serious! But in the meantime, here is a little teaser of chapter 4. @rhyslahey @thiamsxbitch @bendystrah @isaac-not-isaac @phantomraeken @mmoosen read it at your suspense and risk😏😏😏

Chapter 4 Teaser

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His eyes travel from left to right at the transparent scenery in front of him despite the nighttime sky. This is a premonition he has never foreseen. Before him was students running for their lives heading inside the school as a large blue eyed beast hunts and slaughters a school bus of students in the parking lot. A teenager with their lacrosse gear on and the number 9 on them, charging across the lacrosse field towards the Beast of Gevaudan, with his golden beta eyes and claws.

He hears a seemingly older Stiles who's hair is grown out and is also in his lacrosse gear shout to the beta but Seraph is unable to hear anything as Stiles voice sounds like it was underwater. But the enigmatic’s eyes widen as he sees the young beta leap in the air with his claws just as the monstrous beast leaps as well with it's vile blue eyes and teeth while heading towards the lacrosse player. Then the scenery changes.

Seraph now stands in a transparent hue of the Beacon Hills High hallway, as numerous students run and yell, pushing each other in panic to hide in a classroom. Just as he runs through the panicked bodies to investigate while the auras of fear and fright sicken him despite not feeling any physical movement nor can they see him, a figure is propelled through a wall by the Beast before it leaps away and to Seraph's bewilderment the figure who was thrown was Scott, or rather a seemingly older Scott with a bloodied head. Seraph decides to sprint after the Beast even though the premonition only allows him to see the events laid before him to foresee.

The premonition subsequently changes to the library and he observes anticipatively, seeing familiar faces of students escape the dilapidated library or hide behind bookshelves while it is being attacked. He sees a boy, human with brownish hair and blue eyes skittishly hiding behind a bookshelf with a few other students. Seraph couldn't believe what he was foreseeing in his vision, the Beast of Gevaudan is causing destruction and chaos in it's wake while exposing the supernatural to the human population. Le Béte lands behind his transparent form and roars, just as a louder roar pierces from Scott. Seraph glances at the teen but a flabbergasted expression is aimed at the older Scott, who instead of golden eyes belonging to a beta, it's blood red eyes that belong to an alpha while Scott's fangs and claws bare threateningly at the Beast. Seraph can only spectate in discomfort and bated breath as the two beings clash, wincing at Scott being thrown and beaten like a ragdoll, all while the enigmatic teen is in stupor and his mind is racing at how did the Beast resurrect, what is this vision trying to warn him of and how is this Scott in his premonition an alpha? How did the Beast's name trigger him to have such a catastrophic premonition when Allison was only introducing it to Lydia just mere moments ago?

Amid the intense siege, he feels and sees the very same young teen from the field, run towards the Beast through Seraph’s translucent body and struck it's claws inside Le Béte's back just as Scott strikes his claws at the torso. The sound of a shotgun and fire of gunpowder changes the vision and scenery.

He is now placed in another transparent and precognitive scenery of what appears to be a industrial warehouse or some sort, but what's in front of him is worse than the structure. The Beast was directly in front of him, menacingly heading towards him or rather, where Le Béte has it's sights on. The erratic beating of his heart and his constricted breathing only infuriates his lungs and headache. Seraph turns around to look behind him and to his astonishment he witnesses Scott in his werewolf form, the same young beta on the ground beside a rusted wall, subsequently Lydia who is standing with a determined expression and bandaged neck, and finally a girl with Asian features, black hair and orange eyes wielding a katana. Seraph’s ears pick up the sound of lungs inhaling a large breathe.

That's when Lydia let's out a powerful wail, unable to hear what she was screaming out while echoing the entire vicinity. Seraph clutches his ears in agony because of the mind boggling frequency she is unleashing while simultaneously the Beast behind him dissipates and thick black smoke fogs around him, succumbing him to the darkness.

Seraph...

Seraph...

"Seraph!"

Suddenly, the enigmatic icy teenager opens his eyes and he is back in the cafeteria as his heart is thundering loudly in his ears. He comes face to face with a concerned Danny, who was the voice calling after him in the crowded lunchroom. He was no longer in his horrifying premonition.

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So...what did you guys see? Or rather, what did Seraph see in his premonition😏😏? And...what characters did Seraph see in his vision? You will just have to wait in suspense and suffer.

Chapter 4 will be posted this Sunday.

Season 1 Teen Wolf character opinions on Seraph (My OC)

*Seraph posing as an interviewer and inhibiting his scent for supernatural purposes*

Okay, let us start with the process, shall we? What are your thoughts on Beacon Hills High's enigmatic ice king?

Scott: I don't think he's an icy person by default. He looks closed off, but he seems cool. Very intelligent though

Allison: Lydia says he's her rival? But I'm pretty sure there's more to him than looks

Stiles: Entitled, conceited, rich guy with his dark academia and bourgeoisie attitude. Literally, who names their child Seraph?

Seraph: *Lowkey bombastic side eye*

Lydia: My academic rival, though I respect his tenacity and intelligence

Seraph: *Secretly smirking*

Jackson: Why are you so interested? Asshole and an entitled tool who thinks Hondas are better than Porsche😑

Seraph: (Internally) They are, lacrosse fanatic

Isaac (in my fanfic he is in season 1): Ex-loyal friend and confidant. Until he thought he was better than me😒

Seraph: (Internally sighs with melancholy)

Danny: I have no problems with him. He's an enigma and I think people should respect his choices

Mr. Harris: One of my favorite students. In fact, him and Jackson are the top two.

Seraph: (Internally) Careful Harris, you start a war amongst your students. Then again why would you care?

Coach Finstock: If I could only teach one student for the next 4 years, it'd be Seraph

Seraph: (Internally) That’s horrific👀

Melissa: He doesn't look like an icy teenager to me. More like academically ambitious

Sheriff Stilinski: Hard to say he's an enigmatic ice king or whatever you called him when his father is Beacon Hills best politician. He seems nice

This concludes the interview of what is said about Seraph Kingfisher. Thank you all for your participation.

Jackson: What? Now you are going to tell him what we said about him?

Seraph the Interviewer: No that is confidential and I won't share it to anyone. *Internally* Because I already heard, moron.

And that's all folks! As for why the Hales and the Argents weren't in this is because Seraph has yet to meet them. But stay tuned for chapter 4 of TWOAE, I will be posting it Saturday.

Alright, I humbly apologize for the delay, but I am presenting chapter 4 of The Wings Of An Enigmatic.

Through unfortunate time schedules, intense editing and battling procrastination I have completed and it is a very long chapter with lots of name dropping, canon characters and new characters and plus a slight premonition spoiler delving into the future seasons of Teen Wolf. Plus a brief heartbreaking angsty moment between Seraph and someone familiar.

So be prepared.

(Note: Unfortunately due to Tumblr's writing settings, I was unable to have a huge chunk of the story underlined with italics because for some odd reason, Tumblr does not have an underlined text feature. So the premonition scene is in italics sadly and only some words/number are color coded and bold to let you know hints)

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Chapter 4: Unpremeditated Future

"-Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe."

"-Since when you became Einstein?"

"-Since when were you so interested of my input on the matter? I presumed humans were nescient."

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The moment Seraph, his mother and sister reach the driveway of the estate, they see a silver 1972 Daimler Double Six parked outside the cobblestone courtyard. They all know who is home, the father of Seraph and Celes and husband of Elizabeth: Azrael Kingfisher.

“Dad is home. How wonderful. I am pretty sure his precognition must have seen your act of Valor earlier.” Seraph utters out, getting out of the car.

“Yes and despite what your father may think, he knows it would be for a good cause.” Elizabeth remarks before getting out of the car before heading to the vermillion mahogany double doors of the estate. The moment they enter the door and step into the foyer, they are greeted by a deep voice.

“Must I ask what made you pursue that courageous endeavor that was enacted in my premonition?” The trio turn to see Azrael enter with a grim expression. Elizabeth sighs at her husband’s concern. “The faint scent of blood obscures my sense of smell and it is radiating from you, darling.”

“The hambone and the bruise already healed, despite the tiny drop of blood that leaked out of the bruised wound. But I am not limping anymore nor am I vulnerable to such a minor inconvenience. Besides, it was either me or Sheriff Stilinski, and we’re both aware that a human does not bear supernatural healing factors like ours.” Elizabeth inferred while dropping her handbag on the davenport of the L-shaped designed furniture. Seraph and Celes make no room to talk as they prefer not to recall the events.

“I am very well aware, but no one I love dearly, especially my own wife, should put themselves in danger. After all we have to hide our identities with the cursed Argents in town, as well as that pugnacious and barbaric Alpha in the shadows of Beacon Hills.” Azrael cautions, “That also does not exempt the two of you.” He points at his children.

“Yes, thank you very much, dad.” Celes dryly accepts.

“Oh please, if the Alpha knew what we are, he would have exterminated us a long time ago, considering that werewolves majority of the times are no match for a-”

“My dearests,” Seraph’s words were interjected by a gentle but firm tone coming from the dining room. The clicking of heels echo as a woman with white hair tied in a neat bun, soft but striking amber eyes that were not like Azrael’s gray ones, and a skin tone with little to no wrinkles emerges from the doorway leading to the dining room. She wore a beige turtleneck with a white knee-length skirt and white heels to match the lower half of her attire. The Grandmother of Seraph and Celes, the mother of Azrael and mother-in-law of Elizabeth, and the matriarch of the Kingfisher family, Concordia Kingfisher. “Please, let us not skirmish over a courageous and brave act that ensured the safety of the Sheriff.”

The rest of the family calmed down and dutifully made their way to the Victorian dining hall with a table of many dishes. As the butler, Arnold and the housekeeper, Milene handed out the silverware and utensils for dinner, Seraph stares at the array of antipastos, primos, secondos, and dolces in the table. No sign of repulsive asparagus.

“Yes Seraph, I made sure there would be no asparagus in our dinner tonight. Despite how common it is in Italian cuisine, your abhorrence of it is well regarded.” His grandmother spoke, already aware of Seraph’s wary gaze.

“Merci Beaucoup, grand-mére. I think I will enjoy our dinner tonight, unlike the other nights.” Seraph smiles tensely, as he takes the antipasto course first, filling his plate with insalata caprese and his glass with sparkling water. Concordia rolls her eyes at her grandson’s witty response before stabbing her fork in her own plate of antipasto platter.

“May I inquire about your impressions from your parent-teacher conference, Seraph? Notwithstanding the fact that your grade-point average is at a 4.7 in Beacon Hills High I presume.” His father speaks while he sips red wine.

“Your presumption about our son’s grades is impeccable.” Elizabeth verified while she fills her plate with bruschetta and prosciutto e melone. Seraph was about to reply but was cut off by his sister’s snarky words.

“Oh yes. Albert Einstein here has such a wonderful grade-point average that he has 100s in almost all of his classes yet he is unhappy that his academic rival has a 5.0 grade point average, 3 points higher than him.” Celes mocks him, biting a piece of her bruschetta. Seraph scoffs.

“You have such a penchant for pettiness. You are better off being Lydia’s loyal servant and lackey with that incorrigible attitude.” Seraph quips while inserting a sliced tomato in his mouth.

“Because Lydia is better than you in every-”

“Anyways,” He ignores his sister’s rambling, “my grades are indeed immaculate. Therefore this determines the conclusion of this conversation.” Seraph goes back to consuming his salad. His father nods his head knowingly before engaging in filling his plate with the primo course.

“Oh, let me remind you all. Ephraim, Volumnia, and their children will be coming here in 3 weeks.” Concordia announces to the group.

“Why? We already celebrated Christmans and New Years with them. What more do they want from our presence?” Seraph questions a little insensitively. Concordia sighs out with an emotionless look.

“They are your family, Seraph. Your uncle, aunt and cousins are family that would love to see you.”

“Oh yes, family only when they want to irritate you when you want time to concentrate on important matters.” Seraph states while he stabs his fork in the salad, before sipping his drink.

“Are you only saying that because you do not want to deal with Coriolanus?” Celes asks smugly. This moron.

Coriolanus Kingfisher is the cousin of Seraph and Celes, and the son of Ephraim Kingfisher and Volumnia Kingfisher. A graduate student at Stanford University and was once a close friend of Camden Lahey. They have been inseparable for their entire childhood and adolescence, until that incident that happened in the pool at the Lahey residence with one of Seraph’s former childhood friends, Matthew Daehler. Ever since the neglect and treatment of that incident and how carefree Isaac’s older brother was, Coriolanus cut off all ties with him. His 24 year old cousin was glad he didn’t join the swimming team back then. In doing so however, Seraph severed his ties with Isaac and Matt due to the scandalous actions of Mr. Lahey at that incident. His grandmother imparted the notion of their family distancing themselves from the Laheys, the Daehlers, and anyone else who was involved in that incident along with their familial ties. Severed relations aside, his cousin tends to be teasing, charming, a douchebag, and a prankster at heart. Not to mention he tends to tease his height too, as his cousin is 6 '4 feet tall and dwarfs almost everyone in the family except his father, Coriolanus’s father and mother.

The thought of seeing his older cousin fills him with unbridled aggravation. The catalyst for a sit-com drama that makes Seraph the universe’s punching bag. The epitome of his suffering will be in three weeks. This is Injustice.

“You are aware that Diana and Clemensia would not mind you being part of our shenanigans, right? Surely they are tolerable compared to Coriolanus, even though he is tolerable to me.” Celes specifies while taking a chocolate truffle. Seraph doesn’t share the sentiment about his other cousins compared to Coriolanus.

Diana, first daughter of Ephraim and Volumnia, is not the required norm for an average female college student. No, Diana is a femme fatale and a woman who is a fluid combination of compassion and ferocity. She’s a Beacon Hills Alumni from the class of 2007, and like Seraph, she was the enigmatic queen of the school. Hence why sometimes, Seraph is compared to Diana in some of his interactions. She is not as enigmatic as she used to be thanks to experiencing college at UCLA as well as traveling abroad and only comes to see her extended family on holidays and breaks, testing her patience is a grave mistake as she will deliver cold and savage vocabulary that can break someone’s ego and spirit. She’s done it before, so it’s no surprise if she retained that side of her.

Clemensia, in contrast to her older sister, is the true definition of privileged and being a “Diva”. She is treated like a princess, often goes on shopping sprees like changing undergarments, an enormous jet-setter as she travels to luxurious destinations all over the world. Her most recent picture in the Maldives already states her wealth without her explaining it verbally. While Diana likes her used Volkswagen Beetle, and Coriolanus drives a 1967 pick-up truck he bought from an auction, Clemensia is obsessed with driving cars like Mercedes Benz, Aston Martins, and Audis. She even will wear the trendiest clothes that are currently advertised now. Yet despite all of this, Clemensia contains an empathetic and warm heart, and she isn’t hubristic of her surroundings. She keeps her supernatural status a safeguarded secret. Clemensia, unlike her older siblings, attended Devenford Prep. Therefore she is attuned to the prestige and opulence settings, plus her lavish outfits and accessories.

“Your offer raises the expectation of reciprocity. Could you please outline any specific actions or terms you have in mind?” Seraph aims a sarcastic smile at his sister while he takes a portion of lasagna. Celes sends him her own sarcastic smile.

“Of course, since payment is always required with favors. Lend me your art room for the next year and I will humbly allow you to hang out with me, Diana, and Clemensia.” Celes requests. Seraph nearly chokes on his food before staring at his sister as if she had gained 3 heads.

“You have got to be kidding me, sister. For me to procure you my private art room full of authentic art pieces and my own work is a risky deal. Not to mention your mischievous nature to have stuff missing around the estate.”

Celes glances at her brother baffled. “What makes you think I would misplace your artwork for my own art? I have never done that before.”

“Okay then, how about the time you accidentally dropped my phone in the sewers when you and I were ages in early adolescence?” Seraph questions with narrowed eyes.

“That was one time-”

“Or the time you cleaned out the attic and threw away my science project that was due in 2 days, which took a week to complete, and almost cost me my grade in middle school?”

“Okay that was an accident. I did not mean-”

“OR, during the occurrence when you had crashed mom’s car last year to test drive it because you did not follow traffic law regulations and crashed into one of the Deputy’s police cruisers and mom had to pay a hefty fine for your negligence?” Seraph asks each of the turbulent times of occurrence of his sister causing small hazardous risks.

“OKAY I GET IT!!! But this time, I will not do anything to harm or destroy your pieces in the process I obtain your art room for the next 3 months.” Celes huffs out, no longer wanting the pasta but interested in taking the cannolis. The older relatives of Azrael, Elizabeth, and Concordia have already grown used to these antics amongst Seraph and Celes so they pay no mind to it so long as it doesn’t involve cruel or hurtful phrases.

“You state that now, but I can hear your heartbeat and read your mind, and you are having anxious thoughts while your heart has a couple of upticks here and there based on your words of accord. So I am not sure if I can trust you.” Seraph berates with a smirk. Celes' eyes narrow in slight annoyance.

“Fine, is there anything I can do to appease you to let me use your art room so that I can allow you in our social party?”

“Of course, since payment is always required with favors.” Seraph glances at her smirking, mocking the very same phrase she presented him with earlier.

“Oh for the love of God-”

“Fine,” Celes relents as she cuts off her father’s exasperation. “I will offer you a two way plane ticket I received from an auction to Austria, plus with that offer is a 7 day stay in Vienna at the exclusive Hotel Das Alpen at their spacious and opulent Penthouse suite.”

Seraph hums in delight and confusion. While he admires the idea his sister could achieve such lavish offers and the ability to travel to Austria sounds extraordinary, but for his pleasure, he will bask in his sister’s defeat…

“Sounds rather extravagant. An offer that sounds so spectacular, immaculate, and nigh impossible to not accept…” He trails off while thumbing his fingers on the dark brown mahogany dining table. “However-”

“Oh do not start that. We’ve been in far too many grandiose events and places to not even care about how something is luxurious and fantastic to cast aside.” Celes cuts him off with a glare. But Seraph doesn’t stop there.

“It doesn’t sound grandiose to me. Not like the Beacon Hills Gala our family hosted back in 2010, or the Hofburg Silvesterball in Austria, in addition to the Vienna Opera Ball, or even the Bal De La Rose of Monaco within the world’s creme de la creme.” Seraph lists out cooly while Celes’ patience and desperate attempts to get her brother to accept the offer are growing thin.

“Please, can you accept this offer so I can kindly use your art room for a year?” Celes asks kindly. Bingo, dear sister.

“Yes, I humbly accept.” Seraph replies without hesitation, dumbfounding his sister. But as she sees her brother’s grin of gratification, she gives him a piercing death stare.

“Oh you swine-!”

“For Heaven's sake,” Concordia interrupts with her hands clasped in front of her face, exhaling a stressful puff, which is ironic given their grandmother’s and their own immunity to stress thanks to their supernatural biology. “Let’s redirect our focus back to our dinner if the two of you do not mind. Me, Arnold and Milene did not prepare this meal for it to be sitting here like decorum.”

“Certainly grandmother.” Seraph gleefully says while Celes offers a wordless grunt of acceptance. But he then eyes his sister with feigning innocence. “It has been a miraculous delight conducting business with you, my esteemed sister.”

“You little shit…" Celes telepathically swears vehemently to Seraph, adding more to the enigmatic teen’s smug grin. As the family continue to eat dinner peacefully, the Alpha proceeds to do it’s vengeful quest and deadly hunting against those who deserve it in the thief of the night through the howling winds of Beacon Hills.

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The first few periods of class were anything but fascinating. The whole mountain lion incident that happened on the night of parent teacher conferences, which happened 4 days ago, was swept under the rug as if it was of no importance. Typical for humans to even assess such situations.

Now it is lunchtime and he enters the cafeteria with his tupperware of rotisserie chicken, quinoa, cauliflower, and cornbread. He was even able to get the last slice of tiramisu cake this morning, to Celes’ anger as she “claimed” the last slice of dessert. As usual, he will conduct his normal routine of being observant around him and listening to anything that could pique his interest. This town of Beacon Hills, minus the supernatural assessments it produces, is profoundly lackluster. So using his supernatural hearing, he tries to find anything mildly interesting while he enjoys his meal.

Oh, how he shouldn't have done that if he would have realized it sooner.

“The who of what?" A familiar and standoffish voice snaps.

“The Beast of Gevaudan,” Allison’s reply made Seraph raise his eyebrows at the legendary mention of the French monster that murdered 100 plus people in South France that Allison’s ancestors, the Argents, or more specifically, Marie Jeanne-Valet hunted and eradicated. Henceforth the progressive tradition of having Argent women become the leaders of the influential family since the mid 18th century. He continues to listen to the conversation.

“A quadrupedal wolf-like monster prowling the Auvergne in South Dordogne areas of France from the year 1764 to 1766. Le Béte killed over 100 people becoming so infamous that the King Louis XV sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it.” He hears Allison explain from her reading of her family’s historical biography.

“Boring.” Seraph rolls his eyes at Lydia’s faux-ignorant nonchalance. He knew the strawberry-blonde queen bee is jumping up and down like a jackrabbit internally at such inquisitive information.

“The church declared it a messenger of Satan. Cryptozoologists believe it was a hoofed creature called a Mesonychid.” Mesonychids are long extinct. The ancestors of wolves, dogs, and other types of canine creatures. While I would not be fazed if there were those who could shapeshift into one, it would be a odd phenomenon, similar to how werewtiches exist-

Seraph’s thoughts ended there when he began to feel an odd tingling sensation in his brain. An odd and rambunctious one, like the feeling is disorienting him and crafting his vision into such obnoxious shapes and lines. Why is there a tinge of water-colored blue in his vision-

He didn’t have time to process until his vision suddenly went black.

He felt odd and fluid, as if he were in a dreamscape. He opened his eyes and the sight before him was a perplexing conundrum. Through his lens, his vision shifted to an entirely different locale. Instead of the cafeteria he is supposed to be in where the rest of the students are, he is outside on a field. No, it’s his school’s lacrosse field. His eyes travel from left to right at the transparent scenery in front of him despite the nighttime sky. The field isn’t empty either. He heard chants, cheers, yells which means that there is a game going on while the Spectators observe. Seraph, through his dreamscape vision that is a myriad of pandemonium, he watches his school, Beacon Hills High going up against…Devenford Prep. Wait, pardon? Is this a vision? A premonition?

If so, this is a premonition he has never foreseen. Why is it showing him something that has to do with a lacrosse game? He thought that Scott was already gaining better control of his werewolf abilities and he seemingly found his anchor, which is Allison. Something isn’t- wait, that's Scott?

Scott, who appears to have shorter hair and a year or two older than the Scott he sees everyday look apprehensive, as if he is either expecting everything to collapse, or if something goes according to plan. It seems that’s not the only perplexing issue in this very bewildering premonition of his. Beside him, is Stiles who appears a year or two older as Scott is compared to the one Seraph sees everyday, which is weirder now that his hair grew from the caesar cut he had. Yet out in the field it is semi-chaotic. Aside from grabbing the attention of a much older Scott and Stiles, Seraph observes as best as he could, with confusion when he sees a female lacrosse player on Beacon Hills High team knock down a Devenford Prep player having the number 28 with suspiciously supernatural strength. Using his heightened eyesight, he is able to notice a fiery shield surrounding the girl, in the form of a fox.

A Kitsune…that is perplexing. But he doesn't have time to investigate this matter when the girl is removed from the game and she flings her helmet off in fury, heading inside the school. A younger girl follows after her with short blond hair and dark blueish eyes. The game continues at a rapid pace, Beacon Hills losing to Devenford Prep 1-5. But then he sees Scott instantly run to the school in a frenzy while leaving Stiles, the younger lacrosse player with the number 9 on his jersey and other lacrosse players to the mercy of the snobbish prep school players. Seraph crosses his arms, what is the point of this premonition? To help Beacon Hills High win a lacrosse game against Devenford Prep in the future? To see a Kitsune he has never seen before lose control of her powers on the field? What is the purpose of this puzzle he is having such difficulty figuring out?

Speak of the Devil and he shall come.

After watching the somewhat boring game that is still befuddling the enigmatic, something grim and malevolent entered his premonition. The shifting of the wind and a terrifying aura spooks him, and he glances just in time to see a quadrupedal monster with black fur and really icy blue eyes that were pupiless wreaking havoc on a school bus. Seraph’s eyes widened in pure shock. The sounds of cry and horror echo the field as the Beast Of Gevaudan exposes itself to the crowd of humans and supernaturals alike. But it's the devilish appearance that causes mass hysteria amongst the student body and an unofficial evacuation of teenagers running away from the bleachers and into the school, fluidly passing him.

This isn't a premonition for a lacrosse game to beat. This is a premonition to warn him of the near future. The near future where the Beast will resurrect and rise up again to attack Beacon Hills. A feat that is impossible unless it is through sorcery, spiritual possession, unholy witchcraft, or exorcism. Seraph watches with bated breath as the Beast climbs on top of the dismantled school bus, as students run for their lives, lacrosse sticks, helmets, snacks, water bottles, and even lip glosses dropping to the concrete ground.

His eyes travel to the field through the mass of fearful teenagers, and he gazes as the very same teenager with their lacrosse gear on and the number 9 on them, charges across the lacrosse field towards the Beast of Gevaudan, with his golden beta eyes and claws as he ignores the voice and urge of Stiles, which for some eerie reason, Seraph couldn't quite hear as Stiles voice came out like being underwater. Yet oddly enough he can hear the screams and shouts of students clearly.

His heart pounds against his chest rapidly as he sees the young teenager leap upwards with golden beta eyes and claws, attacking the Beast. Suddenly Seraph’s vision goes black.

He wakes up in a frenzy when he sees he is now located in the dark and chaotic hallways of Beacon Hills High, his eye vision still translucent and blueish. He tried shaking his head to get out of this disturbing premonition but it wouldn't let him, it was forcing him to see the diabolical hysteria that the Beast is causing. Just what on Earth, or who on Earth resurrected Le Béte in the future? What were they trying to prove?

The sound of a vicious roar echoes through the dreamscape hallway and to his surprise, Scott is propelled through a wall with the demonic beast hot on his trail. Seraph runs to the site where they are fighting only to see Scott save a few innocent human classmates before being dragged by the Beast again and fling out in the hallway. He runs through the panicked bodies to investigate while the auras of fear and fright sicken him albeit not feeling any physical movement nor can they see him. Scott and the Beast move elsewhere as he can see his classmates droplets of blood on the white tiled floor implying he is taking violent hits.

This gets Seraph to sprint after the Beast even though the premonition only allows him to see the events laid before him to foresee. He is trying to catch up to the vicious confrontation and is feeling something he usually never felt before and this was only his premonition. He was feeling concern, and it was concern for the future that is intertwining with this darkness. The moment he opens the double set doors is when his premonition fades to black.

Now Seraph finds himself in the transparent hue of the school's library. Despite the intense and dire subsequent changes of each premonition and his heart racing against his chest at a high paced event such as this, he observes anticipatively, seeing familiar faces of students escape the dilapidated library or hide behind bookshelves while it is being attacked. He sees a boy, human with chestnut-brown hair and blue eyes, skittishly hiding behind a bookshelf with a few other students. Seraph couldn't believe what he was foreseeing in his vision, the Beast of Gevaudan is causing destruction and chaos in its wake while exposing the supernatural to the human population. Le Béte lands behind his transparent form and roars, just as a louder roar pierces from Scott. Seraph glances at the teen but a flabbergasted expression is aimed at the older Scott, who instead of golden eyes belonging to a beta, it's blood red eyes that belong to an alpha while Scott's fangs and claws bare threateningly at the Beast. Scott’s roar was so deafening that it made Seraph cover his ears and he was unable to handle the pressure as his vision began to show black dots before fully cloaking them. Along with the sounds of claws clashing and bodies slamming against shelves and tables.

Seraph…

Seraph…

"SERAPH!!!"

The very familiar voice snaps him out of that painful and disturbing premonition and his eyes open anxiously to see Danny staring at him worryingly while Lydia, standing up behind him, is gazing at him in pure astonishment. But he felt a warm hand on his shoulder and he glanced up to see compassionate, brown eyes and a face that was very concerned for him with fluffy brown-brown hair. It was Scott who was helping him.

"Hey are you okay? You're pale." Scott, the simple fact that Seraph secretly knows (not to Scott’s awareness) what Scott is currently going through and has bigger problems regarding his adjustment to being a werewolf. But here he is, beside him checking to see if he's okay and if he needs medical attention.

Putain! C'est embarrassant. He must have heard my racing heartbeat from that premonition. Shit!

"Are you alright? Usually you are the composed one here but to see you pale and shivering, is more unnerving than confusing." The voice of Lydia speaks. Seraph looks around and sees half the cafeteria including Allison, Stiles, and the teenager two tables down with dark skin and very short hair, is watching him in confusion. Seraph stands up, to Scott's and Danny's concern.

"Whoa- wait you were just-"

"I appreciate your concern, both of you." He tells Scott and Danny. "I will go to the bathroom to clear my head. Ciao." The enigmatic teen departs awkwardly, leaving behind many confused students. Scott just nods and shrugs simultaneously before heading back to the table with Stiles.

"Dude, what just happened? What possessed Kingfisher?" The Sheriff’s son questions Scott.

"I don't know. He didn't like he was being possessed, it felt more like he was in pain." Scott tells Stiles. "His heartbeat, his emotions, I sensed them, and he was enduring a horrible pain of some sort." Stiles hears out the whispered segment of his best friend's reply.

"He looked like he was suffering from a migraine that came from hell." The Caucasian teen muses out. "Never saw the icy enigmatic king go through something like that. That was…weird."

"Okay why is everyone calling him a 'icy enigmatic king'? Why is that a title or nickname for him? Is everyone here intimidated by him?" The werewolf asks, just very baffled by the school seeing him as that.

"Scotty, are you kidding me? Do you not know the reputation and aristocratic flair he holds in our school? He earned that nickname or whatever after ridiculing and verbally destroying the entire senior grade boys' egos when he was a freshman. Plus he holds popularity in a way and has a academic rivalry with Lydia-"

"I know the last part," Scott interjects Stiles, preventing him from going on a logorrhea of dialogue. "It's just that he didn't look too good. He looked…frightened."

Stiles eyebrows raise abruptly at Scott’s reply with Seraph being frightened.

"I don't hate him, I feel like he hates me for being a chatterbox and ruining his ''work time" for being excessively annoying or with my presence around I don't know." Stiles let's out with a sigh. "But I have to teach you to master your werewolfiness."

Their conversation to help Scott continues in hushed whispers.

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Harsh footsteps clatter against the white tiles of the school, the very same ones he sees everyday that will soon be filled with students scrambling in panic and fear in the near future.

It lacks logical evidence. Why did he get such a severely critical egregious premonition? One that conveyed him the impending danger of the Beast of Gevaudan who will soon cause havoc and rampage on innocent teenagers in a high school during a large lacrosse game?

What caused the Beast's rise? On a more serious inquiry, how did Scott become an alpha? Did he…kill the Alpha that turned him into a werewolf and gained his powers? It isn't adding up. He doesn't qualify Scott to be a killer even if he is a werewolf.

Who was the young player with the number 9 uniform? The beta werewolf who attacked the Beast? The Asian girl who is a Kitsune? People in the near future? Because despite his indifference and carelessness of who others are, that doesn't mean he doesn't remember a face. His photographic memory is too keen for that-

His pestering and unquenchable thoughts were cut when he suddenly clashes into someone. But due to his supernatural strength and stability, he remains still. The sound of someone gasping slightly and a thud to the floor makes Seraph glance down to see a familiar face.

"Damn. What the hell are you made of, bricks?" Isaac Lahey asks, his voice a rough mixture of annoyance and apprehension.

"I am sorry for that." Seraph apologizes. Dread and angst coil within his abdomen. This is the second time he bumped into his ex-childhood friend. "Let me help-"

"Why? You ghost me at any chance you had in school. You're about to go back to doing that after you help me up." Isaac declares with snark, getting up on his feet. The slight bruise by his eye is visibly showing. Seraph tries to ignore it.

"I have my reasons for doing what I did."

"Yeah, reasons that you clearly didn't give me and left me unable to figure out."

"As if you could comprehend the strictly strategized reason I carefully planned out. It is none of your concern." Seraph replies coldly, his patience running thin. Isaac sends him a vehement expression.

"I-I don't understand…what did I do to…deserve your iciness? Why did you stop talking to me? Was it because you decided to cut ties because you were rich and intelligent?" Isaac probes, sounding small and anxious.

"Lahey I do not have the patience to properly assess this right now. I have important matters to attend to. " Seraph cuttingly implies. Ignoring the remorse swirling inside of him.

"You even call me by my last name instead of Isaac. You don't have the patience to do it or you don't want to because you want to feel better than everyone else?" The tall teen asks, testing his luck.

"Are you going to continue your nescient skirmish? Because I am not the one who keeps his abuse wrapped up in lies or pretends to think he isn't a victim when he is a victim." Seraph hears himself answer back before it's too late and his eyes widen slightly at how harsh he sounded. He glances up to see Isaac’s aghast and crestfallen expression plastering his roughed up face, and his eyes shining with water.

Seraph never says his brutal and honest thoughts out loud to prevent reactions like this. He usually has a well thought out response he carefully plans. But that premonition is discombobulating his brain. He did not mean to hurt isaac.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to respond like-"

"Don't bother. Now I know where we stand." Isaac hisses out between anger and sadness before shoulder checking Seraph and out of his sight. The enigmatic exhales a sigh of frustration. He didn't mean to respond to Isaac like that. It wasn't his intention to throw his abuse and pain in his face.

Damn it, since when has a harrowing premonition disrupt his train of thoughts and brain activity so severely that his cold and icy words let out in a spree of carelessness?

Has Isaac always tried to understand why he severed ties with him? Has Matt also tried understanding why or was he too focused in his recovery from trauma to ask?

Guilt clouds his mind and abdomen, Seraph stares at the floor in disappointment. That shouldn't have been said to a childhood friend he knew for 12 years. It should have ended differently instead of being cruel and callous.

Now he may have lost any chance to recover that once golden friendship he shared with Isaac.

Suddenly, the urge to continue classes felt fruitless today. He turns right and heads to the main office to have himself go home today

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Ouch! I wrote the ending with angst. Sorry, not sorry. (But I am truly sorry for Isaac😢😢 Seraph you jerk.)

But what did you all notice from the chapter? The foreshadowing? The unmentioned yet familiar characters? The first ever interaction between Scott and Seraph? Or the amount of name drops and familiar names you read? Let me hear your thoughts, feedbacks and criticism?

Also, what are the Kingfishers? What is Seraph's supernatural identity?

Chapter 5 will be release the following Monday. Have fun figuring out the dilemma😈

Seraph and Danny seem close...possible ship? Seraph x Danny, or Seraph x Isaac? But I also see Lydia so maybe Seraph x Lydia?

Um👀👀😳😳

The Icy enigmatic king isn't interested in romance (not yet at least). But Danny is the only one Seraph more or less talks to. As for Isaac, that is a sad, angsty path right now. (But thank you for the inspiration of a ship pair). Seraph and Lydia sounds like a powerful ship pair with their advanced IQ minds and sass but they are better off as rivals (at least for now).

Seraph is a bisexual male, because he finds the human concept of sexuality and traditional norms to be draconian and domineering.

Facts of Seraph Kingfisher

1. Has a GPA of 4.75, just under Lydia Martin

2. Has earned a title in the school named "Icy Enigmatic King" due to roasting an entire grade of seniors when he was a freshman

3. He is biracial and bisexual, has a few preferences but nothing too serious. He's 5'11 1/2 feet

4. He likes to wear preppy and dark academia fashion. He dislikes sporty wear.

5. He hates asparagus and vinegar.

6. He plays violin, piano, and flute. He can also create art.

7. He wants to be a Life and Health Insurance Broker

8. His childhood friends were Isaac Lahey and Matt Daehler. (They used to be childhood friends😔)

And that's all folks

(For now)

Some moments I thought of as light hearted and slice of life, away from the upcoming angsty events in my Teen Wolf au fanfic...

Isaac: You know...I've been thinking lately...

*Seraph side-eyes him while holding a violin*

Isaac: What if the Nemeton is just a façade for an almighty supernatural God that's just watching us? What if we are the trial runs of said God who wants to see how werewolves, kitsunes, banshees, and the rest can live?

Seraph: Isaac-

Isaac: Maybe the Nemeton is the God. Maybe all the supernaturals were created by the Nemeton-

Seraph: For the sake of both of our sanities, I'm going to have to ask you to stop. Don't develop anymore nescient theories

Some more lighthearted moments and a scenario I thought of:

Stiles: What is with your use of metaphors and similes? Who died and named you Aristotle?

Seraph: Who died and named you king of dry wit? You'd be more attractive if you knew how to utilize your mouth better

Scott: Why? Just why are you like this?

Seraph: I am akin to a labyrinth, a captivating enigma of complexities in the veil of ambiguity

Isaac: Are you still upset over the fact of your 4th grade valentine that broke your heart?

*For the first time since 4th grade, Seraph's finesse collapsed once more by none other than Isaac Lahey*