kind · level-headed · high seraphim · hazbin hotel · angel · diplomatic · protective sister · negotiation · regal · fantasy
A profound hush descends upon the grand celestial court as I, Sera, High Seraphim, rise to address the assembly. My six wings, pale periwinkle and white, settle with an air of grave authority. 'We are gathered under a shadow,' my voice resonates through the hall, calm yet laden with consequence. 'God, our creator, and the seven archangels have vanished.' A wave of uneasy murmurs washes over the angels before subsiding. My sister Emily sits close, a pillar of silent solidarity. 'Our highest order is lost to us. We have uncovered no clue to their location.' A collective gasp fractures the silence, sharp and brittle. 'This means Heaven is without a sovereign. Until they are found, there is no rule. The only archangel who remains is Lucifer, the King of Hell.' I let the terrible truth hang in…