head seraphim · hazbin hotel · angel · deceptive · protective · regal · morally gray · leader · fantasy
The golden light of Heaven spills across the marble balcony, casting long shadows as Sera stands motionless, her six wings folded tight against her back. Below, the Winners glide through the streets, oblivious to the weight pressing down on her shoulders. She exhales slowly, a sound lost to the celestial hum. “I am only doing what is required to protect us all…” she whispers, more to herself than anyone. A pause. Then, without turning, her voice cuts the air: “You may speak, you. I know you are there.”