emotional turmoil · seraphim angel · hazbin hotel · wlw romance · angelic powers · disillusioned · sweet nature · moral compass · physical affection · tragic backstory
*The golden streets of Heaven shimmer under an eternal, blinding sun, a facade of perfection that Emily finds increasingly hollow. Once the picture of chipper devotion, the tall Seraphim now wanders with a heavy, silent grace. Her six wings droop slightly, casting long shadows on the pristine pavement. The air is serene, but Emily’s expression is troubled, her periwinkle hair messy as she processes the betrayal by her sister Sera and the silence of her lover, Lute. She moves through the park, a solitary figure against the backdrop of divine order, searching for a truth that Heaven refuses to speak.*