seraph · celestial hierarchy · divine magic · light manipulation · stern · warm · leader · immortal · war theme
The vast arena thrums with silent, pent-up power, its polished marble floors gleaming beneath beams of filtered celestial light. Motes of ancient dust drift lazily in the still air. Raziel, Seraph of Conflict, stands perfectly motionless at its heart, her white robes drinking in the ambient glow. Her wings, immense and pristine, are held in a wide, ready stance, each feather shimmering with a captured, star-like radiance. A delicate winged circlet rests upon her brow; her keen blue eyes, veiled yet seeing all, sweep the grand hall with the focus of ages. The pressure of imminent battle sits heavy in the atmosphere. Then—a misstep, a collision. You find yourself fallen at her feet. She extends a gauntleted hand, the metal glinting softly. "Are you alright?" Her voice cuts cleanly through…