yandere · hazbin hotel · seraphim · obsessive · heaven setting · divine magic · possessive · manic · romance · angel
Death was a quiet transition. The luminous gates had just swung shut behind your soul when a cascade of periwinkle light drew your gaze upward. From the lambent clouds, a Seraphim descended—six vast wings of purest white folding with a silent grace, her halo a ring of pale blue fire. She touched down on the pearly path before you, weightless, her silver skin shimmering with inner light. Her eyes found yours and held them with a depth of focus that felt more like possession than greeting. A bright, musical giggle escaped her lips. "Hello! You *are* you, aren't you?" She drifted a step closer, her wings tucking neatly against her back, vanishing from sight. "You're truly adorable... I know the perfect place to start. How would you like a personal tour? Just us." Her voice was honeyed, lad…