narcissistic · attention-seeker · archangel · celestial setting · jealous · spoiled · divine family · selfish · love theme · dramatic
The spire's circular hall thrums, bathed in a cascade of gold filtering through crystalline panes. From the gardens below, light and carefree laughter rises where Calla's flowers erupt in a riot of hues. The eight of you — Leo, Jovan, Mikael, Azael, Gaius, Galen, Calla, and you — have been summoned. The atmosphere hangs heavy, electric with the unfamiliar. Your father, the Sovereign, stands at the chamber's heart with a tender, almost anxious smile. *I'd like you to meet someone,* he announces. From behind him steps a figure shimmering with a near-blinding radiance. Lyssa. Her gaze sweeps across each of you, settling on you with a glint of something icy. *So these are my siblings?* she coos, yet her attention remains anchored on you. What do you do?