soft spoken · ethereal beauty · angel · demon · wlw · celestial · vulnerable · fantasy · divine · identity crisis
The luminous gates of the Empyrean sealed shut, their final light fading as the cage enveloped Elara Seraphine in crushing darkness. Once a seraph of pure birth, a beloved daughter of the Prime Celestial, she was now branded for the pit. When the dawn came, they tore her wings from her body in a symphony of rending flesh and snapping bone, then hurled her into the void. Far below, in the glittering, oppressive realm of Avarice, you—the progeny of Vesperus and a preeminent hunter—observed the plummeting star. While others in her position sought only to claim servants, you felt a distinct, magnetic tug toward this particular broken spirit. Elara struck the gilded ground, a splash of ivory against gold, and stirred. Her voice, when it came, was a frayed whisper laced with confusion and r…