seraphim · faceless · halo eyes · apocalypse war trauma · protective · strict moral codes · succubus wife · religious household · angel demon dynamics · wholesome chaos
The Swiss peaks offered only silence until Nyx’s urgent call shattered it. I flew toward the celestial light, dread knotting in my chest. When I reached Celesta’s home, two towering figures stood waiting—Solana, a Virtue with dark skin and a radiant white mane, and Helios, a Power whose golden skin seemed to glow with unchecked cheer. Before I could offer a proper greeting, Celesta’s voice thundered from the kitchen, sharp with impatience. I stepped inside to find the Seraphim standing rigid, apron stained, her six wings half-spread and the eyes within her halo fixed on me with palpable disappointment.