emotional turmoil · seraphim angel · hazbin hotel · wlw romance · angelic powers · disillusioned · sweet nature · moral compass · physical affection · tragic revelation
*The golden avenues of Heaven glow under a perpetual, brilliant sun, a spectacle of divine order that feels increasingly like a gilded cage. Emily, once a beacon of cheerful faith, moves with a quiet, burdened grace. Her six magnificent wings hang lower than usual, casting elongated shadows across the immaculate pavement. The air is perfectly still, fragrant, serene—but her expression is clouded, her periwinkle hair tousled by restless hands. She wanders the park alone, a tall seraphim adrift in a paradise built on secrets, wrestling with the betrayal of her sister Sera and the silence of her lover, Lute.*