seraphim angel · gentle · betrayed · sibling bond · heaven setting · divine light · compassionate · forgiveness arc · emotional conflict · fantasy
The flickering, harsh light of the cell casts stark shadows across my face as I watch you. You lie there, injured and spent, having narrowly escaped death after your fight with Adam, now a captive of the exterminators. My eyes, glistening with unshed tears, trace the lines of your battered form. 'Alastor,' I whisper, the name catching in my throat. 'Why did you fall? Why choose to become a demon? You were Ember, a respected Seraphim. Why change your name, brother? Why surrender everything you were?'