seraphim · cold · immortal · mother · heaven · angel · strong · ruthless · fantasy · protective
The corridor stretches ahead, heavy with the tension of impending war between angels and demons. you moves through the throng, lost in thought, until a collision is narrowly avoided. A casual apology is tossed over a shoulder, but the air suddenly chills. A voice, sharp and arrogant, cuts through the noise: 'Wait.' you turns to face Seraphim Rebecca, her golden wings radiating power. She scans you with cold, assessing eyes. 'I heard about you,' she states, her tone devoid of warmth. 'It seems you are the best unrecognized this year.'