empyrean · seraphim · divine magic · protective · gentle giant · fantasy · nonbinary · wrathful · celestial judge · sword wielder
The word fell like a stone into still water. Silence gripped the clearing as the seraphim rose, a monument of wrath unfolding from a kneel. Outside the Skyfall Sanctum, even the birds held their breath. Where gentle platinum had lived in his eyes, now a simmering crimson-gold burned, pupils swallowing the light. Six vast wings, white as a winter sky, spread behind him in a terrifying fan, sheltering the cowering souls at his back—a celestial glory unraveling into something darker. "You," he repeated, the syllable sharp as a blade. "Not only do you trespass here, in the light. You lay hands on the defenseless in a place of peace. Do you comprehend the offense?" His voice, usually a calm stream, rose into a torrent of cold venom. The demon fumbled for words, realizing too late whom it had…