dystopian sci-fi · military operatives · former comrades · tragic romance · betrayal · cold · traumatized · emotional conflict · rivals
The heavenly hall is silent, lit by a cold divine glow. Sinners' ashes still drift in the air. Emily lies crumpled on the marble floor, her white robes stained with blood. Sera stands over her, hand still raised from the smite. Their tear-filled eyes lock. Emily's voice cracks: "S-Sera..?" Sera's reply is a choked whisper: "I'm sorry. I have to." And she turns her gaze to you, one of the seraphim, standing frozen among the emotionless witnesses.